A Coach Named Steve

Steve was a hot guy. There was really no other way to put it. He started working at my school a few months ago to help with students in a class I often worked in. From the moment I first saw him, I could not get him out of my head. Steve had the classic “football coach” look, which was intensified by the fact that he actually did coach part time for the high school. He stood about 6’4 and had a stocky build with a thick chest and biceps. Probably my favorite part about Steve was his dedication to working out his ass. So many guys have big arm and chest muscles, but neglect their ass entirely. That wasn’t the case with Steve. I could tell he devoted a bunch of time to working out those butt muscles because his ass was so round and large, it was impossible to ignore. He also loved to wear tight fitting dress pants that hugged every curve and practically sucked into his ass cheeks. Probably to show off for all the ladies that we worked with, but I’d like to think he wouldn’t have minded a guy like me checking him out now and then. Or maybe all the time.

Friday 2:47 PM

Today was Friday, so everyone was looking forward to the weekend. We had about an hour left until dismissal so I was helping out in Mrs. Smith’s room so that we could all get out on time. Steve happened to be working in that room today as well, which meant I would probably only spend half my time working and half my time staring at his ass. He greeted me as he walked past me prepping some worksheets at the back table.

“Hey man, ready for the weekend?” he asked. 

“You know it! Anything fun planned for you?” I questioned back.

“Not sure yet, my girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks ago so I’ve just been hanging out with friends a lot. Probably should get back to the gym too, I missed a few days this week.”

“You definitely can’t tell.” I laughed nervously.

He smirked and flexed one of his biceps toward me. “Appreciate it. I’ve just been lazy this week. Need to get back in the swing of things.”

His smile was so perfect. The way his beard was neatly trimmed around his handsomely sculpted jawline sent me wild. I couldn’t help but stare and admire the beauty of a man built like him.    

“Did you hear me?”

I panicked. Was he still talking to me? “Sorry, I- What did you say?”

“One of your worksheets slid off the table. I’ll grab it for you.”

I turned to my side and watched him as he stood next to me and bent down to pick up the paper. For what felt like a minute, I watched as his ass hung inches from my face. He bent over so close to me, it almost seemed like he was intentionally teasing me, trying to get me to stare deeper at places I shouldn’t. His pants were even tighter than normal today and I swore I could see the curvature of his balls imprinted below his ass crack. I was practically salivating at this point.

“I bet you wanna rim me now.” He said as he placed the paper back on my table and winked at me.

“I-what?”

 “I said I better go find him now. The student I’m helping. Have a great rest of your day man.”

 “Oh yea. Ha. You too!”

I really need to start learning how to play it cool around him. It seems like we are going to keep working around each other and I can’t be acting like a total weirdo every time he talks to me.

Friday 3:23 PM

I heard someone shout my name in the school parking lot as I threw my work bag in the backseat of my car. I turned and saw Steve approaching me, my eyes bouncing back and forth between his thick thighs fighting for walking space and his hard nipples piercing threw his white polo. Everything about this man made me think of sex.

“So you are the guy with this sexy ride!” He patted my firmly on the back before grabbing my shoulder with his fingers. My cock quivered at his touch. He was right. It was a hot car. I had recently used some of my savings to get a bright blue sporty SUV I had always dreamed of. Lots of black metallic accents and pretty slick rims. I got compliments everywhere I drove.

“It’s mine! Saved up enough for it.” I smiled, trying to keep my facial expression from reading too excited.

“Well lucky you. This is a gorgeous car. Mind if I take a look inside?”

I wanted to tell him that I wouldn’t even mind if he ripped my pants off, thrust me against the car, and plowed his massive cock up my asshole until he filled me with several loads of cum. Instead, I just said, “Take a look at anything you want.”. Somehow…still desperate.

Steve took the invitation literally, popping open the hood, checking out the cargo space, and examining the tires. He must know a lot about cars. And just to drive me wild, he found a reason to wave his ass in my face again. I watched as Steve climbed into my back cargo area, appearing to be examining something with the overhead lights.

I barely heard what he told me he was looking at because I was too busy admiring the view that had been presented in front of me. Steve was on his hands and knees inside the back of my car, his ass facing out toward me. His pants had wiggled down just slightly and I could see the top of his crack poking out. I also noticed Steve was wearing a jockstrap. I could see the tight band of fabric that scooped under his ass cheeks. The idea of grabbing that ass had me practically leaking precum in my pants. Only a football coach would come to work in a jock.

I began to lose myself to the view again when I heard him say my name.

“What was that?” I asked.

 He began to laugh and shook his head. “I said you better move or you are going to get a face full of my ass.”

After a moment of confusion, I realized I was leaning fairly close behind Steve and he was trying to slide backwards out of my trunk.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry man. How did it look in there?”

Steve answered me as he closed my trunk and walked back toward the front of the car. “The car is really awesome. May consider one myself. Thanks for letting me get up close with it, I have a thing for cars. I did notice your rear light isn’t working, I heard that these newer cars have a lot of defects with them.”

“Are you serious? I paid so much money for this car. The stupid dealership doesn’t even provide maintenance for electronic stuff.” The idea of it genuinely did stress me out, working for the school didn’t exactly grant you a large paycheck.

“You know, I’m pretty good with stuff like this. I could take a look for you. Maybe swing by my house tomorrow? I live right in town.”

 “Oh my god, I couldn’t ask you to do that. At least let me pay you for the work.”

 “No need. I honestly love working on cars, the challenge will be fun. I live on 45 Crescent St. Wanna show up around 11?”

 “Works for me. Thank you so much Steve, I appreciate this.”

 “Of course man, take it easy.” Steve winked at me once more before walking back toward his car.

I wondered to myself how I was going to handle being at his house. At least at work I know I have to remain professional, but how am I going to stop myself from not wanting to do every nasty thing imaginable with him tomorrow. I decided it was best to go home and jack off….a lot.

Saturday 11:09 AM

I nervously pulled up Steve’s driveway, rehearsing all the normal and nonsexual things I would say to him to keep my cool. The house was small and quaint, seemingly quiet of any activity. The only car was Steve’s black sedan parked over by the far side.             

When I parked in front of his garage, the door began to slowly open. As it lifted further up, Steve’s body began to appear. First were his thick muscular legs that I was excited to find were hairy. Today was a warmer day and Steve was dressed in tight gym shorts that hugged his thighs and bulge. I don’t think this man even owned loose clothing. Last to come into view was his white faded concert tee that had been converted into a tank top by chopping off the sleeves, which gave me great views of his bulging arm muscles and furry pits. Standing there in front of my car, my mind raced with all the ways in which I would let him use me. What a total stud.

 He greeted me with a large smile and a wink before helping to open my door.

“Hey there! Welcome to humble abode. It’s not much, but it’s home. I have all my tools set up and ready to go. Mind helping me lay out this mat? It’s so we can lay under the car easier.”

“Under? Aren’t you fixing the light inside.” I asked as he grabbed the mat from his garage.

“Yes,” he smiled toward me,“but they put electric wires all over the place. I have to access them from underneath. I’d like to show you if you are interested.”

To be completely honest, no part of me was even slightly interested in what he was going to show me, but the idea of leaning up against him in a tight space did turn me on and I was going to roll with it. “That would be great!”. I chanted, a little too enthusiastically.

He slid down first under the car before motioning for me to do the same. The space was tight to say the least, only about 5 inches of space over our noises. I kept to my own side at first, unsure of where the wires were we would be working on. Apparently, they were directly over me so he moved in closer to me until our sides and legs were touching. 

“Ok, first we have to remove the panel. I’ll do that now.” Steve reached over me with his tools and began unscrewing the panel, his sweaty arms resting firmly over my chest. “There we go! Now I want to show you how to replace the wire cap.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be any good at doing anything. I’m much better at watching.”

“Nonsense, anyone can learn. I’ll help you.” Steve placed the tool in my hand and began verbally describing the next step. I think he could tell I was not moving with confidence because he proceeded to grab my hand and physically prompt me through the repair. Per usual, I could barely focus on the task because I was too fixated on his touch. It felt so good to have his hands touching mine, his arms rubbing up and down my chest as we moved the panel back in place together.

“And just like that, it’s done!” He patted me on the back as he helped me up to my feet, his shirt now covered in sweat and grease. Steve must have caught me staring at it because be began to take it off in front of me. “Don’t worry about this thing, it’s an old t-shirt from college. I’ll probably use it as a rag now.” He slowly lifted the shirt over his head, exposing his perfect godlike torso. His chest was beefy and coated in a thin layer of hair, neatly trimmed around his pecs. His abs and pecs were defined but bulky, much more on the thick side rather than toned or shredded. I took extra time to admire the beautiful pink color of his nipples that were large and round. His chest glistened from the sweat in the sunlight. 

I noticed the head of a snake draped across his left side that travelled down under his pants in a spiraling pattern. The ink seemed fresh.

“Like the tattoo? Just got it finished a few weeks ago. Cost me a pretty penny, but I’m beyond happy with it.”

“It’s a gorgeous piece.” I admired.

“Want to see the rest of it?”

I stood still for a moment, unsure what he wanted me to say to that. “How big is it exactly?” is all I could manage to mutter.

“Let me just show you. Come here.” He smirked as he pulled my hand and led me over behind his car, granting us privacy from the road. Steve then proceeded to pull back one side of his shorts, revealing a long snake tail that trailed from his thighs just below his ass cheek. The tattoo really was beautiful, but I could not get over how I was really staring at his bare ass right now. He noticed me admiring him, resting his hand on my head and softly caressing my hair. “Touch it. I know you want to.” He spoke calmly and with confidence.

For once in my life, I did not ask questions. I simply did as I was told. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and grabbed his ass with my hands. It felt even more massive in my fingers as I squeezed his cheeks and flopped them back and forth against each other. Everything about this moment felt right. I didn’t know why Steve was letting my touch him like this right now, but all that mattered was he was. And I wanted to enjoy this moment after dreaming of it so long. 

I felt him arch his ass closer toward my face, giving me the confidence to spread his cheeks apart and bury my tongue into his hole. I heard him moan when I first plunged inside. I rimmed him for several minutes before leaning back and admire the bright pink whole I was worshipping. I dived into his whole once more, licking and sucking wherever my tongue would reach. At the same time, I began to play with his large hairy balls that hung before me, stretching my fingers every now and then to his firming cock. Steve began to breath deeply.

“Get your mouth on my cock,” he demanded before whipping around and smacking me in the face with his solid boner, his throbbing head begging to be sucked on. I teased him first, my tongue just glazing over the underside of his cock from the base to the tip. I could hear his moaning increasing. I then engulfed the entire thing with one wet sucking motion and began to blow him. The view from where I kneeled was impeccable. Whenever I looked up, I saw his dripping hard cock flopping over his firm and large balls, hairy pubes that sprouted perfectly over his cock, big nipples that Steve played with as I sucked him off, and his glistening biceps in the sun. He began to thrust faster and increase his breathing after a few minutes.

“This is what you dream of, isn’t it?” He asked through his increasingly deep breathing. “You stare at me all the time at work, nearly shoving you face in my ass whenever you can. And now you are here, my cock pounding the back of your throat. And all you want is to swallow my load and make me feel good. God, that’s fucking hot. Keep going, I’m gonna shoot.”

Steve’s legs lunged forward against my chest and I felt a hot stream of cum slide over my tongue and down my throat. I could feel him loose his balance and lean against me, my hands holding him up against his thighs. I rubbed his ass with my hands as I continued to suck him dry, his face clearly pink with renewal and satisfaction. After a few moments, he slide his softening cock out of my mouth and pulled up his shorts. I remained on my knees for a moment, licking the last of his cum that had dripped from my lips before standing up and looking at him. He still seemed content, but also slightly concerned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“That was amazing, it really was. I just don’t want you to think- I mean I know you really like me. And if I’m being honest, the idea of that really does turn me on. But I’m not like- you get it. I’m not into guys. I just liked having someone so into me suck me off. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Steve was in denial about himself, that much was clear. But I also didn’t want him to be worried about this. Of course I thought he was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, but I wasn’t in love with him or anything. As far as I was concerned, he could call himself straight till the end of time and I continue to please him in whatever way he wanted. At least, I don’t think I had feelings for him. He was just some dumb jock, what could I see in him?

End of Part 1