Crush on Coach

Crush on Coach : Chapter 1

“Did I ever tell you about my high school crush?” Colt asked his buddy while they shared a joint.

“No, I don’t think so,” said Drew shaking his head.

“Ok, I’ll try to keep it short.”

“Cool.”

“Where do I start?” Colt paused and then continued, “In high school I crushed hard on my football coach. He was a few years out of college where he played football. He was a fucking hot stud. I mean, his body was stacked, he was extremely handsome in a rugged way, very alpha which is what really got me off.”

“Bro, nothing hotter than a fucking hot Alpha male.”

“Yeah. Every female in that school wanted his dick in them, including me. I wasn’t even sure I was into guys until I met him.  I dated girls, I got a ton of pussy back then. I had an inkling about other guys but nothing like this. I was pretty much obsessed with him. It was difficult to keep my thirst to myself. I volunteered for anything he needed just to be close to him. Sometimes I think he knew, the way he looked at me sometimes, like he knew I was hiding something.”

“Your hormones were fucking raging, bro.”

“An understatement. The first few years he was at our school, he always had a girlfriend. He would bring them to football games, or I’d see them together around town. These chicks were always hot. He went through a few girlfriends, and I hated every single one. I was so fucking jealous. Why couldn’t I be the one he got with, well, other than the underage thing, and he’s straight,” he laughed. “I was hot. I had a killer body. I still do!”

“Hell yeah, bro. You’re fucking hot, bro.”

“Every girl he dated made me fantasize that I was her. I looked at him through her eyes. I imagined what she saw when Coach was fucking her. Her legs would spread wide like a whore while he would piston-fuck her. I imagined my legs were up in the air, he looked down at me and told me I was pretty, that I had a tight pussy. I wondered what he liked sexually.  What he liked in a woman sexually. I wanted to know so I could fantasize about making myself into what he liked so he would fuck me. I was willing to do anything.

But nothing came of it. He got married my senior year. She was beautiful, of course. They looked like fucking Ken & Barbie. I wanted her to drive off a fucking cliff. He would have football team gatherings at their house. I couldn’t help but sneer at her. I’m pretty sure she knew I didn’t like her. One time, I snuck into their bedroom and went through her stuff. Sure enough, she was stocked up on panties, stockings, garter belts, bras, heels. She had enough to open her own fucking Victoria’s Secret. Well, that answered the question of what he liked her to wear at night. Just to spite her, I stole a pair of her panties and a pair of stockings.  She wasn’t going to miss them anyway. She was a petite little bitch. I on the other hand was tall and 190-pounds of muscle. It’s not like they were going to fit a dude like me. I just wanted to take them from her. Imagine it, me, six-foot-two, 190-pounds of muscle walking through their hose with panties and stockings stuffed down my pocket. That’s how all the lingerie shit started.”

Drew said, “I can’t believe you’ve never told me that story before. So, where is that coach now?”

“Still coaching in the same school,” Colt said with a shrug. “It’s only been 4 years since I left.”

“Does he know you like dick?”

“I don’t think so. I mean, like I said before, he might. I don’t think anyone from back home knows.”

“Ever think about going back and checking in on him?”

“All the fucking time. I am going back to visit family next week,” Colt said.

“You should look him up, bro. Get some of that straight coach cock.” Drew said bumping Colt’s fist.

“Why?” Colt scoffed. “So, I can see how happy he is with that bitch wife?”

“You never know, dude. You know that. You should show him what a hot bitch you are now.” Drew winked.

“It wouldn’t matter, bro. The dude is straight.”

“All the guys we hook up with are straight! Almost all. At least they say they are.”

Colt sighed. “Don’t you just fucking love being a bitch for a straight dude?”

“I do, bro. It’s the best thing in the world,” Drew agreed with a nod. He took a drag of the joint. Colt and Drew had a special bond. Drew was kind of a redneck. He wore beat up ball caps, tight wranglers with cowboy boots, snug t-shirts and he drove a truck. He had a powerful, muscular build. He had short brown hair and a scruffy jaw. He was a man’s man. He also liked to dress up in lingerie and get fucked by other guys and that’s what they have in common. Not every day you meet someone with the same fetish.

Colt nodded and said, “All I want is to be a hot guy’s pussy. That’s not a lot to ask for.”

Drew chuckled and grinned. “Yeah, you’re like me. They love seeing you being all butch and macho in public knowing you’re really just a sissy cunt in private.”

“I love thinking I’m one of their girls when they fuck me.”

“Yeah, seeing them look down at you while your legs are up. Fuck, it’s hot.”

“Who’s the latest for you?” Colt asked before taking a drag.

“I met this guy on Grinder a couple weeks ago,” Drew said almost in a bored tone. “Married on the DL, a total DILF, handsome as fuck.”

“Right on, bro.” Colt bumped his fist.

Drew chuckled. “He’s a fucking beast, dude. He rag-dolls me all the fucking time, just throws me around. And he’s verbal as fuck.”

“Love it when a guy can throw me around. This guy must be a beast if he can throw your redneck, muscle ass around.”

Drew laughed. “It’s not like I’m fighting back, bro! Oh, dude,” said Drew and his eyes lit up. “You know what he bought me?”

“What?”

“A shitload of new lingerie!”

“Nice! Tell me!”

“Yeah, it all matches in deep purple. Silk thong, a satin corset, matching garter belt, purple fishnet stockings, and these killer purple stilettos.”

“Oh my god, bro! You must look fucking amazing!”

“Makes my muscles like huge,” Drew said as he flexed his bicep and laughed. “I made him fuck me extra hard that day!”

“I fucking love corsets, bro. Makes everything look so sleek and it makes my butt pop.”

“Yeah, makes my tits look bigger too.”

“The last guy I bitched for liked me to wear lipstick and eye makeup,” Colt said hesitantly.

Drew’s eyes lit up. “Dude, I love wearing eyeliner,” he said in his redneck drawl which made what he said sound odd coming from his mouth.

“You wear it?” said Colt surprised.

“Hell yeah. Dudes love it.”

“Well, thank god for YouTube. Watched some videos that taught how to do makeup. I don’t know how real bitches do it every day. What a pain.”

“No shit. I thought getting my body waxed sucked. Having to do makeup every day makes me want to shoot myself.”

They both laughed and hugged. Colt said, “It’s good seeing you again. We need to do coffee more often, bro. I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.”

“I know. Been so busy. It’s nice to talk to someone that understands me.”

“Right on, bro. Same here.”

“I better get going,” Drew said standing up. “I have to go to the gym before my date.”

“With a girl or guy?”

“Tonight, a guy. Same one I was talking about earlier which means I need to make sure my clit is smooth too.”

“Sweet. Text me, bro. I mean it!”

“Hey, texting works both ways... bitch,” Drew said as he walked away.

Colt knocked on the door to his former coach’s office.

Coach opened it and looked surprised. “Colt?”

“Hey, Coach!” Colt said as he embraced the older man in a bear hug. He was shocked when the man opened the door revealing that he was as sexy as he remembered. He was wearing a blue Nike polo that was taught across his chest and biceps. The shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of khaki pants. He was still handsome and still sexy as fuck.

“So good to see you!” Coach stood back and looked at Colt. “Man, look at you, you fucking stud! All grown up, looking all buff,” he teased as he mussed up the kid’s hair.

Colt brushed Coach’s hand away and tried to fix his hair. “Hey! Careful!” he laughed. “And why the fuck do you look exactly the fucking same?”

“Awe, dude, nice of you to say. It’s hard to stay in shape the older I get. But I’m doing it.”

Colt raised an eyebrow. “Coach, your only like 26!”

“I just meant you get busier over time. Thank God for this gym. Hard to make excuses not to work out when the gym is next to your office.”

Colt slapped the man on the stomach. “Still got a sixer?”

“What do you think?” the coach said as he pulled up the front of his polo revealing a solid, ripped set of abs. Colt just about died right there seeing that. “Feel,” Coach said as he took Colt’s hand and rubbed it along his abs. Colt’s heart flipped in his chest.

“Whoa! You suck. A whole team of teenagers and you always had the best abs,” Colt said.

Coach folded his arms over his big chest. “What are you doing back here in this podunk town?”

Colt shrugged. “Just visiting family. Thought I’d drop in on my favorite coach.”

“What are you doing now since you graduated college?”

“I work construction. I’m only doing it until I get a real job or else mom and dad paid a few hundred thousand dollars for a business degree I’m not using.”

Coach nodded. “So, that’s why you’re in amazing shape; construction. That’s hard labor, man. Keeps you strong.”

“Yeah, I’ve definitely put on size in the past year since I started that job,” Colt said proudly puffing out his chest.

Coach looked at his watch. “Hey, school is almost out. Wanna go grab a beer? Catch up? I love it when my boys come back to visit.”

“I’d love that!” Colt said excitedly.

“Meet you at O’Malley’s... in about 30 minutes?”

“I’ll see you there.”

The two men were seated at a quiet booth in the corner, each one drinking a pint.

The coach started, “Ok, catch me up. You seeing anyone?”

Colt hesitated as he couldn’t tell the man he had been slutting around with dudes. “Oh, no. No one in particular. I just date.”

Coach snickered. “You mean you just fuck. Am I right?”

“You got me,” Colt shrugged mocking innocence.

“Good for you. You’re still young... and hot,” Coach said nonchalantly. Colt was surprised Coach just said he was hot. “Live it up, I say. You need to sew your oats before you get tied down to one person. If you even want to settle down. You don’t seem like the type.”

Colt laughed. “Why do you say that?”

Coach grinned and replied, “You had a reputation when you were in school of being a man-whore. I don’t think that’s changed.”

Cody thought that statement was almost right on the nose. “Uh.... not really. I guess you got me again. I should have been more...discreet.”

Coach shrugged and chuckled. “If I looked like you, I would be a man-whore too.”

They both laughed and Colt was appreciating the compliments.

Colt took a drink and then teased, “I seem to remember you sewing your oats with a bunch of different women when I was in high school. Talk about man-whore!”

Coach laughed. “Oh, Colt, if you only knew. I would have gotten fired with all the pussy I was getting. Before I met my wife, I was fucking anything that moved.”

“Not ANYTHING,” Colt said aware the coach must be exaggerating.

Coach nodded. “ANYTHING,” he exclaimed.

Colt looked at him suspiciously. “Anything?” he asked.

Coach looked him dead in the eye and then said, “And anyone.”

Colt suddenly felt hot. He swallowed hard and asked, “Anyone?”

Coach gave him a cocky smirk before he took a drink.

“Can you tell me who?” Colt asked quietly. He prayed to God it might be a dude.

The coach stared at him for a moment with a serious face, like he was thinking of answering the question and then suddenly he smiled.

“Colt can I tell you something? I never said anything back in day because it didn’t seem appropriate.”

“About me?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to embarrass you or make you feel weird.”

Colt was taken off guard and he was confused. “Sure,” he said. He couldn’t think of anything he might have done.

“Do you remember that one night, your senior year. We had just won the homecoming game and I had you all out to the house.”

How could he forget. That’s the night he stole the lingerie. “Yeah. I remember.” Still, nobody knew about that.

“Well, I saw you were acting weird and sneaking around the house.”

Colt knew he’d been caught. He became nervous. He sat back and said, “I don’t remember THAT happening. I was pretty drunk.”

 “Colt, I followed you.”

“I don’t think that was me, Coach. You must have been drunk too,” Colt said with a nervous laugh.

Coach’s face became serious. “Colt, I saw you take the lingerie.”

Colt froze and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. “What the fuck? Dude, I just told you that wasn’t me,” he said trying to recover.

Coach still had on that serious game face, the alpha expression he was known for. He shook his head and said, “Colt. Come on. Don’t lie to me. You were going through my wife’s drawers. You took a pair of black stockings and a pair of black panties.”

“Coach, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” Colt asked with a fake grin put on his face to deceive the man.

The older man said nothing, stared at him. He took a deep breath and then let it out in a sigh. “DAMN IT, COLT,” he said in an authoritative tone which made Colt sit up. Colt remembered that tone. It was a ‘don’t fuck with me’ tone. “Are you calling me a fucking liar?”

Colt vigorously shook his head. “No! No, Coach. I wouldn’t ever call you a liar.”

Coach continued, “Those were my wife’s favorite panties, Colt. I bought them for her on our anniversary.  I loved it when she wore them. The stockings were a gift too. You see, I buy her a lot of sexy lingerie. I like to see her wearing it. I love all women in lingerie. Lingerie makes me horny. I had to convince her she must have lost them in the laundry or something. She was not happy. I had to go out and buy her another pair of each, Colt.”

“Dude, what would I do with women’s lingerie?”

“YOU tell me, Mr. Construction. And don’t lie.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. And it’s kind of fucked up to accuse me of something like that.”

“You hated my wife,” said the Coach and this time very much accusatory.

Colt feigned surprise. “I didn’t HATE her.”

“Colt, you hardly spoke to her and when you did you were rude. Did you know you made her cry one time?”

“Huh?” This was new information for Colt.

“Yes, you said something to her one night after a game. I don’t remember what it was, but she was so upset. She couldn’t understand why you didn’t like her.”

Colt shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t remember that.”

The coach looked at him and then scoffed. “Ok. I get it,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back.

“Get what?”

“You were jealous.”

Colt recoiled in disbelief and asked, “Jealous? Of you?”

“Of her.”

Colt was starting to sweat, and his hands were trembling. This was NOT how he thought the day would go at all. “Jesus, Coach. Are you on drugs or something? You’re accusing me of being a fuckin... a faggot sissy or something?”

Coach smirked and said, “I always suspected you were gay. You always glared at any girl you saw me with and then you would snub me for days like an ex-girlfriend. Then when I got married, you turned into a little bitch, Cody. Sorry to put it that way, but you were.”

“Dude! Did you just call me a little bitch?” Cody didn’t like being called that, well, not outside of bed.

“Yeah. A bitch. Are you still a bitch?” Coach asked almost taunting him.

“Coach...” mumbled Colt at a loss for words.

“Are you, Colt? Still a little bitch? Is that what you’re into?” taunted the coach knowing it would break him younger man.

Colt had a look of fearful frustration on his face and pleaded, “Dude, stop.”

Coach calmed his voice and softened his stern facial expression. “Look, Colt. I don’t care if you’re gay. I don’t care if you had the hots for me back then. Everyone did… does,” he said with a cocky sneer and continued, “And Colt, I don’t even care you took the lingerie. People are into what they’re into. I never judge people for that.”

Colt looked like he would cry. He whimpered quietly, “But I’m not... into...” The man of his dreams had found him out. The one man he was scared to come out to, now knew.

“Colt,” said the coach, his voice still calm, yet firm. “Christ! I’m setting up the play for you. I’m giving you the fucking opportunity to come out without judgment.”

Colt looked at him, his eyes watery, he couldn’t lie to the coach any longer. He took a deep breath and let it out. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Fine. Yes, I hated your wife because she got to have you, Mike. You were… ARE, this fucking gorgeous stud, everything I wanted in a dude, and she got to spend time with you, got to date you, got to...”

“Have sex with me,” Coach said finishing the difficult sentence for the defeated jock.

Colt looked into his eyes and then looked down. “Yeah,” he said, his voice cracked. “She got to have sex with you. I was so fucking jealous. I was crushing so hard on you, Coach.”

Coach smiled and patted Colt’s forearm. “Colt, you’re a big boy now. You can call me, Mike.”

Colt looked up at him again and smiled. “Ok... Mike,” he said, feeling how weird it was to talk to him like a peer. “I was 15 when you started coaching, just figuring out I liked guys. That’s four years of watching you with other women. By the time I was a senior, I was dating girls, in the closet, crushing on teammates and my coach.  I looked up to you from day one. I worshipped you. I wanted to be you. It was fucking awful..

“Fuck. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s ok. You didn’t know.”

Coach gave him a crooked smile and raised his eyebrow. “Like I said, I was pretty sure you were gay. Not that you acted like it or anything. I just knew by the way you looked at me, other guys. And you were fucking all those girls and bragging about it way too much, that’s a textbook definition of a closet case. I’ve been in sports since I was a kid. I know a closeted athlete when I see one.

Colt buried his face in his palms and felt humiliated. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Mike. I was young and dumb.”

“And full of cum,” Coach said with a wink.

Colt nodded and said, “To say the least.”

“Can I ask you something else?” Coach asked, his voice soothing. It made Colt feel at ease.

Colt nodded. “Why not? It can’t get any worse than admitting to my high school football coach that I wanted him to fuck me.” Then he winced hearing it out loud.

Coach chuckled. “True,” he said still smiling. “What did you do with the lingerie you took?”

Colt suddenly looked uncomfortable. “I took it home. Obviously.”

“And did what with them?”

“Nothing,” said Colt trying to sound innocent.

“Colt,” Coach said, obvious he didn’t believe the kid. “You know you can trust me. You can tell me anything. What did you do with them?”

Colt looked around, anywhere except at the coach. “I... uh, wanted to see what the big deal was. I wanted to know what she felt like when she wore them.” Colt paused, feeling his heartbeat. “Mike, I wanted to BE her. I thought if I put her underwear on, I would know. So, I... I put on the panties.” He chuckled and said, “They were a little small.”

Coach chuckled too. “It’s that big muscle butt of yours.”

Colt liked the compliment coming from the coach. “It’s always been a challenge to buy pants. I have a big ass but a small waist.”

“I have the same problem. Too many squats, right?” They both agreed nodding and laughing.  Of course, Colt knew that Coach had the same problem. Coach has a killer ass. Then the coach continued, “So, you tried on the panties.”

“Yeah. Like I said, they were small, but I got them on. Then I pulled on the stockings.”

Coach’s eyes narrowed. “And?” he asked leaning forward waiting for his answer.

“And what? I don’t know,” Cold said with his eyes down to the table. He was openly embarrassed to continue.

“Yes, you do,” Coach accused him. “Tell me.” It was like Coach was hanging on his every word.

“They felt really good,” Colt said hesitantly. Then he said like he was remembering, “Tight and smooth.”  He looked up at Coach. “They made my legs look more muscular,” he told him like he was trying to convince him.

Coach nodded. “I could see that. Your legs are already big. And then?”

“Um…” Cold paused.

“Did you jack off while wearing them?” Coach asked with a gleam in his eye.

Colt looked down at the table again. “Yeah. I watched myself in a mirror.”

Coach let out a very quiet gasp. He liked what he just heard. Quietly he asked, “Did you think about me when you did?”

Colt nodded. “Yes. I wanted you to see me. I thought if you saw me wearing what your wife wore, you would think I was hot, and you’d leave her for me.” Colt laughed. “I was 17 years old. It was a stupid fantasy.”

Coach cleared his throat and put his hand on Colt’s forearm. “Colt. I probably would have.”

“What?” Colt said looking up at him suddenly.

“I think if I saw you in those stockings and panties, I would have thought you looked hot. I know you looked hot.”

Colt pulled his arm out from under Coach’s hand and sat back. “Are you fucking with me, Mike?” He asked suspiciously.

Coach shook his head. “No.”

Colt studied him, his eyes, his mouth, trying to understand. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Coach looked around as if to check if anyone was listening and said, “I thought you were a hot little fucker back then.”

“Huh?” Colt’s eyes were huge, and his mouth went dry.

“I thought you were hot. One of the hottest guys in that school. You looked older than you were. Your body was and is on point. Look, I was your coach, and it would have been inappropriate.”

“What was inappropriate?” Colt asked still in shock.

Coach snickered. “Having sex with a player, dummy.”

Colt’s jaw dropped. “But... But... you’re married.”

Coach laughed and looked at him like he was crazy. “You’re telling me you’ve never hooked up with a married guy in the last 4 years?”

Colt nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I have, like, a lot.”

Coach raised an eyebrow. “Oh, like, a lot?” he teased the kid. “Were you just a huge slut all through college, tough guy?” Coach laughed.

“I just had no fucking clue that you were into dudes.”

“Remember when I told you before I got married I was fucking anything that moved? Colt, that included guys.”

“So, you’re bi?”

“Oh, yeah. Safe to say.”

“Fuck!” Colt said. He was in shock. “All this time?”

Coach nodded and put his hand soothingly back on Colt’s forearm. “Colt, you tempted me that night, at the party. When I saw you take the lingerie, I could see in your eyes you were... curious. I thought, I’ve got him! Now, I know 100% you were queer. It was all I could do to not confront you that night in private. I thought I would confront you the next day, but a good time never came up. Then I decided to wait until a better time, but there wasn’t one.”

“Confront me?”

“I wanted to see you wearing her things. I imagined you looked amazing. I don’t know what hit me but just the thought of you dressed up sent my libido in to overdrive, like uncontrollable overdrive. With your body, your muscle mass...” he paused, cleared his throat and he continued in a low, almost demonic tone, “I was afraid what I would have done to you,” Coach said, his eyes penetrating Colt’s.

“But I wanted you to,” Colt said quietly.

“You may not have wanted this,” Coach whispered in his gravelly, seductive tone. His eyes were like lasers. “You don’t understand that when I knew a guy like you, a cocky, toxically masculine athlete with a gorgeous body was actually a queer who was lying to everyone, playing a part, lusting after me, pretending not to... I wanted to show you how much of a queer you really were. I wanted to bring it out in you. I wanted to teach you a lesson that no one lies to me, no one manipulates me. I wanted to fuck you up, Colt. I was going to force myself on you if I had to.”

Colt swallowed hard and his was mouth dry. He started to speak and then stopped. It took him a few moments to say, “I don’t care. You could have done anything to me that you wanted to.”

Coach smirked and said, “Brave words, tough guy.”

Colt sat up tall, puffed out his chest, and confidently said, “That’s right. I am a tough guy. So, you could have done your worse.”

Coach slowly shook his head, and his face was serious. “I would have torn you apart,” he growled.

Instantly, Colt’s dick got hard. He was turned on because of the way Coach was speaking and also the way Coach was scaring him. Coach’s eyes were fiery. He looked like he wanted to jump over the table right then and attack. Colt’s eyes were still big as he just stared at him. Colt was in a fight or flight mode. His muscles were pumping with adrenaline as the two muscular men stared each other down.

“Would you?” Colt said, cocky but unsure at the same time.

“Over and over again.”

“I could have taken you,” Colt said seriously, challenging the coach.

Coach scoffed. “I doubt it.”

“Doesn’t matter. You can’t rape the willing.”

“I would have tried. I don’t know what that says about me, but I would have tried.”

There was more silence as Colt tried to figure out his next move. But then, Coach took a drink of his beer and his demeanor turned soft again. It was like he was two different men suddenly. He grinned and took another drink.

“So, you’re a man now. You’re this big, built, handsome construction worker with a dirty little kink?” Coach said with a wink.

Colt stood down. His muscles relaxed. “That’s about right.”

“So back to my earlier question,” Coach said and then lowered his voice, almost a growl he asked, “Are you still a bitch?”

“Mike...” Colt replied with apprehension in his voice. He didn’t know if this guy was going to get all rapey again.

Coach’s voice was sexy, sultry. “Are you some guy’s bitch, right now, Colt?  Back there. I bet he likes having a big muscle stud who likes to dress up in lacy, satin lingerie for him. I know I would. I’d make you feel like a princess.”

“God.” Colt was overcome with sexual stimulation. The man was saying all the right things.

Coach sneered. “I bet you’re a pretty little thing. Pink satin. That’s what I see in you. Your tan would pop. I can see you wearing some stockings, heels. I bet you like it on your back, those big beefy legs in the air while daddy fucks your pussy.”

“Fuck, Mike!” Colt croaked out trying not to cum in his pants.

Coach nodded, that cocky sneer still on his rugged face. “That’s what I thought.”

“Mike, what’s... going on here. I’ll do anything you fucking want.”

Coach just kept up the intense eye contact. “Are you staying in a hotel?”

“Uh huh. Not much room at my parent’s place.”

“What slutty things did you bring home?”

“Uh... not a ton of stuff. A few pairs of stockings, a few panties, garter belt, heels. I didn’t know if I would be lacing up while I was home.”

Coach pulled out his wallet and threw some bills down on the table. “Ok, princess. We’re leaving right now. We’re going to your hotel room and you’re going to model some pretty things for your coach.”

“Ok,” Colt said, his head whirling.

“And then your coach is going to fuck you.”

“Really?” Colt thought he was going to faint.

“Really. Does that make your pussy wet, Colt?”

“Oh my God, so fucking wet.”

“Good girl. Let’s go. Colt, you make my dick hard.”

They arrived at the hotel room. Colt was so excited he was trembling. Mike had a constant cocky smirk on his face knowing he was the object of Colt’s fantasies, and the stud was about to degrade himself for him. He wanted to see how much Colt had become what he should be. A sissy bitch.

Colt made a bee line for his suitcase while Mike stood and watched his big hunky body move around the room with athletic grace. He moved like an athlete. Colt took everything out of his suitcase and tossed it on the bed.

“What would you like to see first, Coach... Mike?”

Mike looked over the collection. He spotted the almost exact items that Colt stole from his wife. He picked up the black, thigh-high stockings with black lace at the tops, black panties, and handed them to Colt.  The he said, “Wait,” and picked up more items, a black, stretchy, lace garter belt with straps and a matching black, stretchy, lace bra. He could tell Colt probably bought them from a men’s lingerie website because of their size. They will fit his big muscular body perfectly.

“Here,” he said handing them to Colt. “You’ll look sexy in these.”

Colt grinned. “You picked out some of my favorites.”

“Good. Go in the bathroom, sweetheart and get changed. I’ll be waiting,” Mike said putting a hand on Colts shoulder.

Colt’s cock stiffened hearing his coach call him sweetheart. He rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. He was like a blur as he stripped off his boy clothes. He had gotten waxed before he left for the trip, so he was silky smooth.  That meant when he pulled on the stockings, they slid up his muscular legs smoothly, hugging his legs, soft against his skin. He ran his hands over his stockinged legs and reacted by closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling.

He pulled up the black, silk, lacy panties. They were stretchy which was important as he needed as much stretch as possible to fit over his thick, muscular ass. He put on the garter belt and attached the straps to the tops of the stockings. He put his muscular arms through the straps of the black, lace bra.

He stood back and looked at himself in the large bathroom mirror. As usual, the tight black lingerie made his body look more muscular, accentuated the curves of his muscular legs. His six-pack abs partially hidden by the black garter belt. His biceps were cut and the size of baseballs, the rounded caps of his shoulders sloped up to thick traps straining the bra straps. Looking at himself made his dick hard. The last piece of the outfit was a pair of 5-inch, black, satin stilettos. He stepped into them, and his height increased. The heels made his quads flex and his calves bulge but most importantly, heels up made his ass stick out and that’s what he wanted men to focus on.

He splashed some water on his face and ran his wet hands through his hair, styling is back. He took one last look at himself and then slowly opened the door. When he emerged, Mike lost his breath. The stunning muscle jock expertly walked out on stilettos; each step made his quads flex. The stockings were sexy on his legs. The sexy garter belt tight against his small waist. The bra stretched over his muscular chest. Mike couldn’t believe how hot his former student was. He had transformed himself from a powerful, aggressive, picture of physical masculinity into a submissive, delicate, muscular, feminine version of himself.

Colt saw the look of awe on Mike’s face and was relieved the older man liked what he saw. Mike was laying on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. He was nude except for a pair of dark blue spandex briefs. Colt thought Mike’s body was even better than it was in high school. He was tan, ripped, smooth. His muscles pumped and vascular.

Colt walked up to the foot of the bed. He stood there silently as Mike stared into his eyes. The coach’s cock in his briefs was thick, and hard as he looked at the jock girl.

“Do you like it?” Colt asked shyly.

“I love it, baby,” replied Mike as he scooted to the edge of the bed. He sat on the edge and gently pulled Colt between his legs. Mike ran his hands over Colt’s legs and around his waist. “So beautiful, Colt. So smooth.”

“Thank you, Mike,” Colt said with a smile.

“I can’t believe you’re this fucking beautiful,” Mike said as he ran his hands up Colt’s abs and to his chest.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you. Coach, I’ve wanted you since I was 15.”

“You have me now. You were worth the wait, baby.”

Colt loved Mike’s warm hands feeling his hard body. His touch was soft, caressing his smooth skin.

Colt looked down at the coach and asked, “I have some make up if you’d like, but just eyeliner and lipstick. I don’t like to go full girl.”

Mike stood up and put his hands on Colt’s hips. “No, no. You don’t need to do that. You’re so beautiful right now. Next time, maybe.”

“Ok,” Colt said.

Colt was now taller with the heels. Mike stood, reached up and pulled Colt’s head down and met him in a soft, sensual kiss. Colt thought he was going to have a heart attack because his heart rate accelerated. Mike pulled him in closer until their bodies were touching. After a moment, they pulled away from the kiss and stared into each other's eyes.

Colt took in a deep breath and then released it. “Fuck, dude” he whispered.

“Yeah. Fuck,” the handsome coach said back. “But you’re no dude, princess.”

They kissed again. This time deeper, wetter, longer. Hands roamed everywhere feeling bulging muscles and smooth skin. Mike turned Colt and eased him down on the bed. Mike thought he looked even sexier sprawled out on the bed like he was posing, waiting to be taken. Colt looked up at the muscular hunk standing over him and thought this was the best day of his life.

“Spread your gorgeous, silky legs, sweetheart,” Mike said as he crawled up onto the bed and got down on his knees. Colt spread his corded muscular legs. Mike bent forward. “I’m gonna taste your pussy, baby girl,” he said as he buried his face between Colt’s spread thighs and licked the silk panties that covered the boy’s hole.  Colt squirmed at the feeling and went into overdrive when Mike moved the panties off to the side and stuck his tongue through his hole.

“Fuck, Mike,” Colt hissed. Mike dug in with his face and attached his mouth over the hole. He began to eat Colt out sending the jock into ecstasy. He loved the sound of Colt’s deep voice moaning and begging for Mike to keeping eating him.

“Oh, Mike. Eat my pussy,” Colt moaned.

Mike just kept eating, licking, sucking, pushing the back of the jock’s thighs back and raising the muscular ass off the bed that made Colt’s legs raise into the air. This went on for a long time until Mike stood up and slid off his briefs, his thick cock snapping up against his abs. Colt saw the erect cock and his eyes grew wide.

“Shit,” he said looking at the big cock.

“I get that a lot,” Mike said with a cocky smirk.

“It’s hot as fuck.”

“I’m gonna fuck that pussy,” Mike asked as he stroked his cock.

Mike nodded. “I’ve been ready for this for years, Mike. I’ve dreamed of this.”

Mike crawled in between Colt’s legs, raised them, and set them on his shoulders. He reached down and fingered the bottom jock’s tight hole. Colt reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube. He gave it to Mike. Mike fingered him, loosened him up, got him ready. “I’m fingering your cunt, Colt. Never thought I would be fingering your wet cunt.”

Colt was moaning and squirming. “Fuck, Coach,” he said switching to the name he’s always known Mike as. Mike liked it too. “Finger my pussy. You got me so wet, Coach.”

“You’ve done this to girls, haven’t you, sweetheart?”

Colt nodded. “Yeah. But I was the one that wanted fingered. I wanted you to finger me.”

“I’m doing it now, beautiful.”

Mike moved his cock forward and felt it nudge the smooth hole. He added pressure and it popped through the tight ring.

Colt’s body jerked at the penetration. He gasped loudly and then moaned, “FUCK! OH SHIT!”

Mike looked down at the muscled kid and kept eye contact as he continued to push in very slowly.

“You ok, baby?” he asked.

Colt was wincing and hissing. He nodded and said, “Yeah, Coach. You’re so fucking big.”

“Just breathe, push out and I’ll slide right in that pussy.”

Colt relaxed his muscles and then felt his hole completely fill with cock.

Mike threw his head back and cried out, “FUUUUCK! Fucking tighter than I ever imagined.”

Colt lost his breath and tried to get it back. “OH GOD! OH MY GOD YOU’RE ALL THE WAY IN, COACH!”

Mike smiled. “Fuck yeah, I am. Deep in that tight, sissy pussy.”

“Fuck me, Coach. Fuck me.”

Mike bent down and attacked Colt with a kiss as he began to pump the kid’s ass. Colt was whimpering thought the kiss. His knees were pressed to his chest as the older man pushed down. He looked up and saw his stockinged calves press against the shoulders of the muscular coach and the pointed toes of his heeled feet point up. Mike fucked him while he made out with Colt.

Mike sat up, leaned back, and removed Colt’s legs from his shoulders. He took his ankles and spread the boy’s legs wide. He spread them like a wishbone watching the garter belt straps stretch to their limits. He kept fucking the jock faster and harder. Looking down and seeing this masculine, athletic, handsome guy bitch out for him like a fag sissy gave him a power boost. He felt powerful and dominant. He wanted to show the boy who was in charge, show him how he should be treated, show him his place.

“You got your legs spread. Your pussy is full of cock. This what you wanted tough guy?” Mike asked almost sounding like a taunt. “What you wanted from me?”

“Fuck, yes, Coach” Colt moaned. “Fuck my sloppy pussy.”

“I’m fucking you like I fuck my wife, Colt. Just like her. Do you feel like her, Colt?”

“Finally, yes! I can be her for you, Coach. Please, let me be her.”

“I wish I would have acted on my suspicions when you were a senior.  Rape your pussy. I would have had a big, tough guy, pussy boy at my disposal. I would have fucked you in my office, the locker room showers, the equipment room. I would have made you wear panties under your football pants. I’d have made sure you knew you were a cunt.”

Colt swallowed hard; his cock was so hard it hurt. He loved the way his former coach was speaking to him. It’s the way he liked all the men to speak when they fucked him.

Mike continued to fuck him, now taking long pulls and hard thrusts that made the kid’s pecs jiggle.

“Hold your legs,” Mike demanded as he let go of them. Colt stretched out his arms and grabbed the arch of his stilettos and held them stretched out. He felt like a slut, a whore showing his pussy to anyone who will fuck him. Mike was exhilarated to see the powerful younger man holding his own stockinged legs out, his high heels pointed up. He looked like such a whore.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Colt moaned as Mike continued so pummel his pussy.

Mike sneered at the kid. “Look at you, you fucking, faggot sissy! Big muscles bulging, you look like a man, but you get fucked like a girl. How does it feel to be this way? Huh? How does it feel to be this big, powerful, athlete hiding your perverted thoughts for your coach, other guys on the team? I bet you did the same thing at college. You do that, slut?”

Colt couldn’t help but agree with him. He was a well-built, cocky stud on the outside but on the inside, he just wanted to be a dude’s cunt. “Yes, coach. All the fucking time.”

“Yeah? You get all dolled up in your panties and your stockings for all those men you put out for?”

“Yes, Coach. I love it. I’m a fucking sissy, Coach. Always have been.”

Mike slowed down is fucking but continued to pull out long and push in slow. “I wish all the guys from the team back then could see you right now. I wish they could see what a cunt you’ve become. I wish they could watch me fucking you, making you my little bitch. You’d like that.”

Colt had never thought of that but now that coach said it, he thought about it. Being considered Coach’s bitch would be a fucking honor. “I would be fucking honored to be your cunt.”

“You may get that chance, princess,” Mike said with a wink and a hard slam into Colt.

“FUCK!” Colt blurted out.

“You want that, Colt? Huh? You want to be my princess? My cunty princess?”

Colt gasped again. “YES! Oh, please, Coach! Please. I want to be your girl. I want to be your mistress.”

Mike got the answer he wanted. “I’m going to cum in you, Colt. You want that?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Mike flexed his muscles, slammed all the way in, threw his head back and howled out his orgasm. Colt felt the man’s warm sperm course through his ass. He watched the man above him, the handsome, hot as fuck coach empty his balls into his pussy. Colt exploded and blew cum all over himself and the pillow. He slowly lowered his legs and wrapped them around Mike’s waist as they met in a kiss.

“Fuck, Coach,” Colt said out of breath.

“You are a fucking beautiful man,” Mike said to him, running his fingers through Colt’s hair. “You’re a fucking sexy, handsome, masculine dude and you’re a pretty, slutty, sexy princess. You’re my walking wet dream.”

“Fuck, I’m so fucking happy you’re into this... into me.”

“Colt, I’ve always been into you. I just couldn’t act on. It. I knew after that night at my house, that someday I would get to you.”

“Was I the only one you were into?” Colt asked. “Just curious if I had any competition. You know how competitive I am.”

Mike hesitated before he answered, “I plead the fifth.”

Colt raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you got to tell me now.”

“No, I don’t,” Mike said. “The less you know the better.”

“Hmmm,” was Colt’s reaction.

“I love these stockings on you, Colt,” Mike said running his hands back along Colt's thighs.

“I’m glad. I have more.”

“I can’t wait to see.”

Colt grinned. “Oh yeah? You want to see all my stuff?”

“Of course, I do.”

“I’m here for a week. Can we do this again?”

“Honey, we’re not done yet TONIGHT,” said Mike before he kissed his new boy.

“Fuck yeah,” Colt hissed.

“Let me go freshen up,” Colt said gently pushing Mike up. Mike rolled away and allowed him to get up. Mike watched him stand, his wide, muscled back stretching the back strap of the bra to the max. He walked into the bathroom and Mike was in awe of the kid’s compact muscled ass. He liked the way the stockings made his legs look sleek. And the heels, man, he could wear a pair of heels. What Mike liked is that Colt was wearing heels but didn’t look feminine when he walked. He just moved like an athlete.

Colt came back out and went to the pile of lingerie. He picked up a pair of red, lace panties with his index finger and twirled them around. “Would you like to see me in these?”

“Fuck, baby. I want to see you in everything,” Coach grinned.

“Good. I want you to fuck me in everything,” Colt replied as he shimmied his black panties off.