A Coach Named Steve

Saturday

Today felt like a perfect day. The sun was bright, the weather warm and golden. I was at the mall shopping for some sexy underwear to show off to Steve. I had just picked up a bunch of different options and made my way to the fitting room. As I peeled off my boxers and replaced them with a tight brief to try on, I heard some shuffling in the hallway.

“Yes sir, the dressing room is right this way. Yup, last one on the left.”

“Thanks a bunch.” A male voice echoed into the dressing room. I immediately stood still and processed the familiarity in his tone. I watched as the man walked past my dressing room door into the stall next to mine, spotting his red Nike sneakers under my door. They were the same ones Steve would always wear to workout. I took a brave peek over the stall wall and spotted him stripping right there in front of me. 

I had this reoccurring fantasy that no matter where we were, Steve would take the opportunity to have his way with me. No matter the place or the risks. And now I was presented with the perfect opportunity to test that theory. With one sudden move, I gripped the bottom of the stall wall and slid under into his side, barely clearing the bottom of it with my chest. Shock and surprise spilled over his face as he turned to me, his cheeks flushed red as he stood there in nothing but his jockstrap.

“Dude, how the fuck did you- are you fucking craz…”

I quickly pushed him against the wall and pulled down his jockstrap to his ankles, swallowing his already firming cock down to the back of my throat within seconds. He hesitated for a moment and then pushed my head off his cock. 

“No fucking way.” He looked at me nervously. “We are going to get caught! We’ve got jobs in a school man. You can’t just suck me off whenever you want, I…” 

The confidence in his voice was fading as I slowly rubbed the tip of his cock and looked up at him, saliva streaming down the corner of my mouth. His eyes were changing, a look of desire setting in. With one sudden move, Steve grabbed the back of my head with both hands, gripped my hair, and forcefully began to fuck my mouth. Whatever reservations he had were now somewhere far away and it was clear all he could think of was getting off with me.

He was now using so much force that I really didn’t have to do much at all. Without saying a word, he took my now naked body and thrust it against the wall, making a loud clambering sound against the hollow doors of the dressing room. He spread my cheeks and plowed his dick into my ass without any warning. A quick surge of pain was quickly replaced with a warm throbbing sensation of my prostate getting massaged with the head of his erect cock. He continued to slam his body weight back and forth against my-

“MATT!”

Saturday 11:12 Am

“I…what?!” My brother Ryan’s voice had snapped me out of the wickedly realistic day dream I was having on the couch. It’s like I was in another universe altogether. It was kind of scary how quickly I could lose myself thinking of Steve.

I hadn’t seen him since Wednesday, but it was impossible for me to get him off of my mind. I was constantly horny and shooting so much cum out of my cock I began to wonder how I had any left at all. And even when I wasn’t very horny, I was thinking about his smile, his jawline. How perfect he was. Part of me was starting to question how healthy all this was for me, but that part was always quickly silenced by the hardening of my cock at the slightest thought of him.

I got up from the couch to help Ryan with our stove that he always somehow managed to fuck up. It wasn’t bad being roommates with him, in fact it was probably a good thing someone was there to snap me out of it now and then.

“Dude, where has your mind been lately?! It’s like every time you get home you are just zoning out. Be real with me, is it a guy?”

I rolled my eyes aggressively. “Shut up. Don’t act like you know everything because you are older.”

“So it’s a guy. Well could you PLEASE just ask him out or something so I can get my brother back.”

“If only things were that simple.”

“Well if it’s the right fit, it should be.” He said as he went off to chop some peppers for a stir-fry.

Maybe he was right. Clearly I had developed some feelings for Steve and that was not a healthy thing to be doing considering the fact that he is not gay, or at least appeared uninterested in the idea of being romantic with another guy. But he does kiss me, and that is a bit off for “not being gay”. Am I the only guy he has ever kissed? Or that night that we hugged outside the school and he led me to my car. I guess he could just be a nice guy. Or confused. I know I am.

“Matt, you boy crazy piece of shit.” I felt a shove on my side from Ryan that jolted me into realizing I was actually setting the timer rather than the stove. “Please go get this man so we don’t start a house fire.” He laughed before proceeding to continue chopping.

I decided to message Steve.

Me: Longtime no talk stud. How are things?

Steve: Been crazy busy with coaching, the season is really kicking into gear. Also went on a date with some girl last night that did not go great. Felt like I was rushing myself into something I wasn’t really craving

I felt a tinge down the back of my throat that resulted in a burning in my chest. Of course he could go on dates, I was just some sex plaything to entertain him after his last break up. But for some reason, it felt personal to me. It felt like we were already building something stronger than that.

Steve: You there Matt?

Me: I’m sorry. I just took a second after you mentioned the date. It shouldn’t bother me, but it did a bit, I guess I’m just in a weird place with things

Steve: With us?

Me: maybe

Steve: can we meet? Not for sex, just to talk

Me: how about ivy lake? I do my best thinking there

Steve: sure thing, 5 okay

Me: great

Saturday 4:39 Pm

I sat patiently on the bench as I gripped the metal with my fingers, nervously shaking my right leg. I heard rustling to my left and quickly turned.

“I had a feeling you would be early too.” Steve smiled, cautiously sitting down next to me. He seemed different, his clothes a little less tight. A casual pair of sweatpants and a faded t-shirt to complement his red sneakers. His hair slightly tossed rather than pristine and neat. “Let’s talk.”

“You first then.” I said, barely using enough oxygen to pronounce my words.

“The first time you sucked me off, I’ll admit, it satisfied a fantasy I’d been having about a gay guy being obsessed with me and craving me in that way. But each time after that when we would push it further, I would start to feel guilty after. Like you deserved to do those things with someone who could care for you romantically. So I figured I should just stop it all.”

I took a breath, “Okay. Okay. Well, I appreciate you-“

“I’m not finished.” He spoke clearly as he placed his hand lightly on my leg. “But when I would think of ending it. Think of you going on dates and getting to be with another guy, I would get pissed off. Hurt even. So clearly I have some feelings going on that I don’t really know how to process. And that’s not fair to you. Because I don’t want to lead you on or-“

“Steve. What are we doing here? Are you telling me you don’t want to have sex anymore. I’m trying to piece it all together.”

“Well, no. I just don’t want to use you for sex anymore. That’s what I’ve been doing. I want to have sex with you. But not just that. I want to try…I don’t know what to call it. I’m not at a place where I think I can use words like dating or commitment or things with a guy, but I’m trying here to expand my idea of myself and also be fair to you.”

Wait, woah. Hold on a fucking minute. Was this Steve Hutchinson looking me in the eye and telling me he actually wanted to DATE me. I took a minute to process my thoughts and to find the right words not to scare him away.

“Steve, listen to me. I told you from the beginning I was not here to label or judge you. That you could feel comfortable around me. I think it’s clear at this point that I sexually crave you, but I have also learned I just like being around you and talking with you. Sometimes more than the sex. We can ‘be’ without having to call it anything right now.”

“Really?” He smiled carefully, nervous and yet clearly overcome with feelings.

“I just ask one thing. I ask that you not go on any dates right now. That if you want to get to know me more and not do this casually, that you tell me here you commit to me alone until we figure out what we have between us.”

“Matt. I fucking hated that date last night. Because I wasn’t with you. And it felt wrong. If I ever realize what I’m exploring here isn’t right for me, I would absolutely talk with you first and end it. You honestly deserve so much better than what I’m even selling right now, but I hope it’s enough for now.”

Without saying anything, I leaned in and slowly kissed his lips, allowing my hand to caress his cheek and play with his ear.

“Good talk.” He laughed.

“Good talk.” I smiled.

End of Part 4