Affair with Coach T

I fucked Davis O'Brien a few more times that spring. I half thought maybe Coach had pawned me off on the guy, but who knows. I just knew I loved topping, and I loved topping a really hot dude like Davis. He was like a hundred guys in my wealthy suburban community - country-club parents, private schools, college, then a starter job in a well-paying professional field.

Only O'Brien loved to take cock. It was my third time with him, one late April afternoon, when I lay back on his queen bed and watched that 5'10" gym-toned finance bro ride my dick up and down. I wouldn't call him slutty exactly, but he had this move where he'd swivel his hips back and forth just slightly in time with the up and down motions. I ran my fingers along his furry thighs and thrust up some to meet his motions. But mostly I enjoyed Davis's power bottom skills.

His dick was rock hard, too, the fat stalk barely swaying with his motions. "Oh fuck, man," he hissed. "That cock feels so good..."

"Not as good as your ass," I said. "You're incredible, bro," I complimented him.

That made Davis smile. He got a playful grin then really started working my bone. Longer ass strokes, more forceful motions that made my nuts tap his meaty ass with each go. Oh god, it was like his insides were a lubed hand stroking me off.

"I'm gonna cum," I announced. No way could I hold back.

"Go for it, man," he urged. "Shoot in me."

I did. "Fuck!" I cried, feeling my balls turn inside out. I could see why Coach T was addicted to this feeling.

I'd barely finished my nut when Davis started his. With a few steady tugs, he worked his fat prick and I watched those big round nuts draw tight. Some dudes shoot in steady jets, but this ejaculation was scattershot. Stray drops of his hot sperm flew everywhere. My chest, my neck, my arms. The dude was unloading in a big way.

He seemed almost embarrassed as he finally dismounted and lay besides me. "Dude, I needed that, thanks."

I patted his arm. I wanted to kiss him but he didn't seem to make an overture to that right then. "I should be thanking you, man. You're incredible."

He nodded, and I watched his smile turn more serious. "I wanted one more go... I'm gonna propose to my girlfriend soon. And I just wanted... I don't know, get some stuff out of my system maybe...."

I leaned up and scooted back. "I get it," I said. I mean, I didn't exactly. But I knew what he was trying to say. "I had fun."

He seemed relieved. "Coach said you were a cool guy."

"I'm not sure Coach is," I deadpanned, which thankfully got a laugh out of Davis. He slid out of bed and slid on some joggers. He had an amazing body all right, kind of halfway between my teen jock build and coach's middle aged beef. I memorized the visuals for future JO time.

Silently, I got up, too, and got my clothes back on.

No kiss at his front door this time, but Davis brought me into a bro hug.

"Good luck with the engagement, bro," I said, with sincerity.

"Thanks," he said.

And I walked out into the warm spring day feeling like a young man who'd just gotten laid and laid well.

* * * *

I wasn't trying to spy on Coach, really. I had started jogging more, enjoying the exercise and the results in my young athletic bod. I'd started running in the state park, the one Coach and I used to go to. It was still deserted, though a curious and horny part of me wondered if other men went there for sex. I don't know what I would have done if they did, but on a couple of visits I saw just only one car there and it was a normal straight couple enjoying a nature walk.

It was about a week before graduation when I was cooling down from my run and walking back to that parking lot. My car was there at the far end, but closer to me was Coach T's sedan.

Dumbly I thought maybe he'd come and noticed my car and was waiting. It would be hot to have sex with the man, since we hadn't done it in a month and a half.

Only as I walked closer I could see into the window. Coach was wearing his well-worn faded blue New York Giants T-shirt that stretched over his thick muscle. From the waist down he was naked, his hard dick sticking up between his thighs. And some dude, young like me, was going down on him. It took me a minute to realize it was Keith Slocum, a defensive player on our team. Bigger guy, probably NFL bound he was that good a player. The last dude I'd expect to see servicing Coach.

Thompson's attention was down at his sucker's. Clearly I'd caught him just as he was about to get off. I heard his muffled deep voice from the other side of the window, then an audible. "FUCK!" The man placed his hand firmly on Slocum's head and tossed his own head back as he enjoyed his deep orgasm.

I'd gone from shocked to amused to turned on in about ten seconds. As Coach opened his eyes, he saw me, and I saw the nervous surprise make his whole body jolt until he realized it was just me.

I winked and walked away, adjusting my erection in my jogging shorts. As I drove off Coach's car was still parked there.

When I got home I got a text from Coach. "Enjoy the show?"

"Yep," I replied. Then, "you should be more careful."

"I know," He wrote back. "Don't tell anyone about Slocum. He's figuring out some stuff."

"Of course," I replied. It wasn't easy being a big jock and being into dudes, but a cock like Randy Thompson's was one hell of a prize to make it easier.

I jerked off in the shower, my emotions all over the place. Maybe a little jealousy but mostly horniness and excitement. I imagined being Keith Slocum in Coach's car, and I imagined being Coach, leaning back and having Keith suck me off. As my sperm drained down with the running water, I decided I couldn't wait for college. Maybe it was time to have a more normal sex life.

* * * *

Graduation was great. The week after was even better. It was Senior Week at the shore, and Coach and his husband let RJ invite a few of us to come along to the beach with them for the week. Coach T was too much a disciplinarian to let RJ run wild, so this was kind of a compromise.

Billy Cordell couldn't make it, so it was just me and Tony joining. I almost regretted coming when I first saw Coach at the beach, half naked in his board shorts, looking incredible. I could swear he'd slimmed down a little in the waist and in any case, I knew it was going to be a long torturous week.

I even lusted after Mr. Mitchell, a lot. I'd never seen him without a shirt and he was in great shape. Still taut stomach and ripped abs, real Crossfit kind of bod.

But I kept my cool. Even when Coach surreptitiously felt me up and ran his fingers along my forearm or neck when no one was looking. I didn't even think he was working up to sex, and I wasn't even sure we'd have the chance. The man just enjoyed flirting, and he was real good at it.

It was the third night there when those secret flirtations were becoming bolder, and I felt Coach T's bare foot play with my leg under the table. I avoided extra eye contact, but fuck I was hard. And I had an idea he was up for something.

After dinner, there was some light rain out. Nothing major, but the kind of thing that would keep us from going to the boardwalk. We were watching some action movie, Coach with arm around Mr. Mitchell's shoulder but his eyes occasionally darting over to me. Me sitting next to Tony but trying to act as if my attention was on the movie.

At some point, I could see the wheels spinning in Coach's head. He stood up and stretched, his T-shirt riding up to show his hairy stomach for a sec. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk. Get some fresh air."

Mr. Mitchell looked up, surprised. "In the rain?"

Coach shrugged. "Looks like it's dying down. I figure I'm at the beach I might as well enjoy it."

"OK if I join, Coach?" I asked. I didn't want to be obvious but also didn't want to pass on the opportunity.

"Sure," the man said. He looked around. "Anyone else interested?" he asked as I stood up from the sofa. I knew he had to ask, but I was glad when the other guys and Mr. Mitchell passed on it.

Coach T went to get a light rain slicker. I didn't have anything but a hoodie, so that would have to do.

It was heavier than a drizzle out but lighter than a full rain. At first it was just me and Coach walking barefoot in the wet sand along the beach and enjoying the quiet and the dim light of the nighttime. We finally went past the stretch where the houses stopped and it was just dunes. It was darker and we felt alone.

Coach stepped up to me, his hands holding my waist and pulling me toward him some. "Tried to give you some space, Chambers," he said. I knew then he'd been concerned about my crush on him.

"I'm OK, Coach," I answered.

And we kissed. It wasn't romantic, but it wasn't wildly sexual, at first. We just enjoyed making out in our moment of privacy.

Coach fumbled with my shorts, and I pulled his down, reaching around to cup that hairy, meaty ass.

I crouched down and enjoyed seeing that big cock again. Erect, powerful. Only Coach didn't want me to suck him just yet. He turned around and gave me a close view of his butt. He leaned forward some and reached back to pry his cheeks open.

He paused and I could tell he wasn't sure if I was going to do this. But I wanted to. I leaned in and started licking along Coach's crack. It was a new addiction, for sure. Warm, hairy, exciting. Once my tongue made contact with his ring, I went wild, licking more and munching some. I heard a soft chuckle, then a soft moan.

I don't know how long I rimmed Coach Thompson but I finally pulled back and caressed his ass with my hand. "Can I fuck you, Coach?" I asked in a throat voice.

He turned around, shaking his head. "Sorry, Chambers, I'm strictly top." He put his hand on my head and nudged that big prick down. I didn't need further instruction. I opened my lips and took Coach into my mouth. He didn't thrust hard or even that deep, but just kind of rode my mouth with several inches worth of his fat staff.

Then he pulled out. Still holding my head, he stroked that dong. In the night time stillness, I could heard the wet sounds of hand motion. Then a deep rumble. Hot sperm fired out, painting my face with several heavy shots.

"Fuck, I always wanted to do that," he said with a smile. Then "wanna stroke off, Chambers?"

"Yeah," I croaked, majorly turned on. I scooped up some of the cum from my cheek and used it as lube. I thought Coach was gonna watch me get off, but he turned back around and offered his ass once more. I dove in, smearing that crack with his own cum and wildly tongued the man's hole.

The lewdness of the act was enough to get me to nut, hard. I shot my teen jizz into the sand.

Coach helped me up and we laughed a little as we pulled our shorts back up and started walking back.

As we walked back, I said something I regretted. "Surprised you didn't invite Keith Slocum here, too," I said. Like a jealous little bitch.

Coach just sighed, clearly exasperated with my comment. But otherwise he didn't miss a beat. "I thought I'd try to be a good boy this week. Lasted three days."

"Yeah," I said. "Sorry Coach... it was an asshole thing to say. About you and Slocum."

The man placed his arm around my shoulder and patted me in reassurance. "I'm the one that's the asshole, Chambers. You're a good kid."

We walked like that till we were closer to the beach house, then Coach withdrew his arm and stayed a couple of feet next to me. When we walked in we were soaked even from the light rain. But the guys seemed none the wiser anything was up.

* * * *

The next day was normal. Buddy time with RJ and Tone. Meeting up with other guys at Senior Week, both from our school and others. Grilled burgers on the deck with Coach and Mr. Mitchell. And all of us walking the boardwalk at night. Coach and Mr. M left us around 10 to have our fun. I had a pretty good idea the two were going back to have their own fun. Good for them.

Day Five was a wild one. RJ, Tony and I left RJ's dads and went off to hang out with other friends. RJ and Tony were in complete horndog mode, scoping out all the hot girls who seemed to be in the skimpiest of thongs. I couldn't blame them, but as they traded comments I didn't really have much to add to the conversation. I told them I was gonna walk down the beach for a bit.

I think Tony realized what was on my mind. "Sorry Brian, we can cool it."

"Nah, that's cool," I said, getting up and dusting off some sand. "Maybe I wanna go scope out some hot guys." I didn't feel comfortable lusting after other guys around them. They were cool but not that cool. But in the abstract they knew I would be scoping out guys.

"All right, man," RJ grinned. "Don't get into too much trouble."

I didn't expect to get any trouble period. I'd actually been joking with the guys, though yeah it was fun to see lots of men half naked on the beach. All sorts of bodies, including some very nice ones. The lifeguards might have been my favorite. Nicely muscled and tanned.

I stopped at a concession window on the boardwalk, where a line had formed, and it took me a second to realize I was standing behind an incredibly hot guy. Had that dad look to him, though late 30s or maybe 40. Strong tanned back, compact muscle on a 6-foot frame. Board shorts hanging onto a powerful but tight ass. A tuft of dark hair in the groove of his low back, right above the waist band. Hairy forearms and platinum wedding band and thick silver-colored metal watch.

I was grateful for my sunglasses to hide my stare as he stepped aside and looked out onto the beach. Maybe he was seeing if his family was out there. He noticed me and gave an automatic nod. I nodded back.

"Beautiful day, huh?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

My response seemed to invite him to chat. "We usually don't come in June but the weather is just perfect. Water's warm too." He asked, "You here for Senior Week?"

"Yes and no," I said. "Staying with a friend's family. But yeah, just graduated and know a lot of people here."

"Yeah?" He asked. "What school?"

"St. Michaels Prep," I replied.

The man smiled and said his alma mater, a rival prep school, "Class of 95. Congratulations."

"Thanks," I grinned.

I was fine with the small talk, but mostly I loved the excuse to stare at this guy's hot body more. Just the right amount of hair, just the right amount of daddy hotness, some real firm muscle on him.

I don't know if he was reading my mind or making chit chat, but he asked. "Where are you buddies?"

"Scoping out chicks," I laughed.

The man laughed too. "And you're not."

"Not into the chicks, I'm afraid," I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea how this guy would react. But what the fuck, I was an adult and sick of pretending around people.

"Wouldn't have guessed," he said quietly. Then even more or a whisper. "You're a good looking young man."

I smiled. This was the last man I expected to toss me a compliment like that. I decided to flirt back. "Coming from you, that's something." I removed my sunglasses so he could see the interest in my eyes.

The man chuckled. Shaking his head, like he couldn't believe this was happening. That made two of us. "I gotta get some food back to my wife and daughter. But," he leaned in closer for the next part, "If you can wait around, I'd be up for something."

I nodded. Beach Daddy smiled, then as he looked forward he realized it was his turn at the window. "Wait here?" he asked he waited for his stuff. I agreed.

He went off with a couple of hot dogs and some waters and I stepped up next to get a water ice.

I was just about done when Beach Daddy returned. His name was Mark and he shook my hand in introduction. We walked down the boardwalk a little. "I got a place we can go," he said in a low voice. "Up for that?"

"Oh yeah," I said. This felt naughty as hell, in part because it was so unexpected.

We walked a few blocks in from the beach. Away from the sea breeze it was hotter. "Thanks for coming," he said, speaking more freely as we were away from the crowds. "I manage real estate and have a property that's empty at the moment." He looked over at me with a lewd glance. "Been a while since I've done this but you're hot as fuck, man."

"You too," I said, sincerely. This was the kind of man who could get me to forget Coach T.

The house was a nicer one, and I could see why it went unrented during Senior Week. It was more the luxury kind of place a couple or family would want for a quiet week at the shore.

My gain, though. Mark pulled his sun glasses off as he stepped inside. "I did not think this would be on the agenda for today," he smirked as he stepped up to me. We kissed. It was different than a Coach T kiss but just as good.

I felt up his warm, tanned body and he did the same mine.

When he pulled back he had an awkward pause. "You're 18 right?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He didn't seem surprised. I was young but don't look younger than my age. My jock muscle helped. "Any experience?"

"Some yeah," I said, assuring him. "I like everything I've tried so far."

"Nice," the man said, running his hand up and down my flank. "I really like to fuck younger guys.... you up for that?"
I nodded. "Very up for that."

We kissed again, holding on more tightly onto one another. His body was warm and sweaty and smelled like suntan lotion. Mine did, too. We kind of humped against each other as we made out and I could feel the erection in his board shorts.

"Damn, you're something else," he grinned as he pulled back and started undoing my trunks. I was fully erect as they fell to the floor and I hissed as his palm circled around my dick. I couldn't believe I'd scored a married hunk like this so effortlessly. He stepped back and took off his own trunks. His dick wasn't huge but it was nicely sized and nice shaped. I was going to enjoy this.

"Give me a minute to find something for lube?" he asked.

I nodded and watched as he ducked into a room and found a couple of beach towels to lay on the floor. "Probably shouldn't mess up the furniture," he explained, in half apology before going to the kitchen.

He came back with some cooking oil and a roll of paper towels. Setting them down on the floor next to the folded towels, he knelt down next to them. "Come on," he urged.

We kissed once more and then I lay back. Mark poured some of the oil on his fingers and prodded my hole with one finger then two to lube me up. I wondered how often he did this. He certainly knew how to prep a guy - slow but not too slow, with just the right amount of confidence to push past my tightness.

His dick was rigid when he finally scooted up. I was used to Coach T's much bigger cock but this felt plenty big going in. I winced for a second then was able to relax some.

The slow entry became faster. Beach Daddy's hands were caressing my chest and stomach as he fucked me gradually, building up steam. With a grin he gripped my cock with his oily hand and I felt jolts of pleasure rocket through me.

"Umf!" I hissed, which made him fuck more deeply. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lay fully back and kind of pulled the hunk further onto me. This was just wild, nasty sex. Getting fucked on a floor of some random house by a man I didn't even know. We kissed as he fucked me intently, until I could feel his orgasm come on. I started jerking off in time to nut, too. It felt incredible, a toe-curling nut.

He seemed satisfied too as he finally leaned back up and pulled out. We gathered our energy and got our trunks back on. Mark wadded up the towels and tossed them in the washer area, then put away the oil.

"OK, I really need to get back to my family now," he chuckled.

"Yeah," I said. "Thanks. You're fucking hot."

He had me leave first and halfway down the block I decided I wasn't going to look back to see him leave. Maybe I'd see him around that week. If not, I had a perfect fuck.

* * * *

I decided to come back to the house to clean up before heading back out to join RJ and Tony. I came in and went upstairs to the bathroom us guys were sharing. Only as I walked up the stair landing, I looked out. It was the one place where you could see into the outdoor shower below. Probably a design flaw in the house, I laughed, but my attention caught the two men in it. Coach and Mr. Mitchell, clearly fucking. Mr. M was bracing against the shower wall and Coach was thrusting almost lovingly into his hot husband. I didn't want to spy but it was just a beautiful sight to watch. A part of me wished that I could have joined them in a threesome, but I knew that would be an idle thought.

* * * *

I hadn't really planned on anything else happening that evening. I'm not even sure Coach did either. But we'd left the house to find some dinner on the boardwalk and halfway there, I realized I left my phone back at the place.

"I need to go back and get it. My parents want me to call them before 8," I said.

"Doofus, why didn't you call them before?" RJ asked.

Coach held up his hands. "I'll walk you back, Brian. You guys can go ahead. We'll meet up with you."

It was about fifty paces back down the road before Coach got his now-familiar smirk. "Smart thinking Chambers," he said. I couldn't believe that after fucking Mr. Mitchell earlier he was pining for more sex. Then again, I couldn't believe I was in a similar boat after my Beach Daddy encounter. Then reading my facial expression, he asked, "You really forget your phone?"

I nodded with a little laugh. "Yeah, actually I did, Coach."

He opened the door to the house and locked it behind us. "Go on up and get it," he instructed. I'd barely gotten to the upstairs room and found where I'd set down my phone when Coach appeared with some lube in his hand and a big naughty smile on his face. Already he was undoing his shorts and letting his big dick swing free. It was rapidly firming up.

"Lie back," he urged. I lay on the bed, remarking how much more comfortable it was than the floor from earlier. His fingers lubed me but thankfully my hole was already relaxed from Beach Daddy's fuck. If Coach noticed anything, though, he didn't say anything. Instead, he lubed up his now erect cock and lined it up.

"You're a hot fuck, Chambers," he grinned and started feeding my ass inch after inch of that amazing cock pressed in.

I nodded, letting him know he could go in more. "Fuck me, Coach."

"God," he grunted, clearly enjoying my ass. "Gonna have to be a quickie," he reminded me.

I knew that, but the urgency with which he said it turned me on. I loved Coach T in his out-of-control mode. I reached up and felt up his hairy chest. This might be the last time he and I had the chance for sex, and I wanted to relish every moment.

We weren't too verbal from then on, letting our bodies do the talking instead. Coach's hips went faster and a lot harder. If this was our farewell fuck, I was getting it in spades. His eyes challenged me with their intensity. I responded by gripping his waist and pulling his hips into my rhythmically, hard, adding to his thrusts. It was a Davis O'Brien move and yeah, maybe I wasn't prepared for how intense it felt in my ass, uncomfortable, even.

But it was worth it to see Coach T's eyes open wide. Excited and surprised. He fucked hard now and I heard a low growl rise from him. I jerked, now. It wasn't gonna be split second timing like with Mark. Coach was already firing, his big body growing rigid above me. It was so hot to watch him get his nut, and the vision made me cum hard, too.

Coach let me legs fall to the floor and let me catch my breath. Then he hoisted me up and met me with a soft kiss. "We need to get back," he urged.

"Yeah," I nodded, still half sex-drunk. Coach's dick had a way of doing that to me.

I took a minute to wash off in the bathroom and pulled my shorts back on, making sure I had my phone. When I got back downstairs, Coach was coming out of the master bedroom. I guess he had to put the lube back. The man had his just-got-away-with-it look on his face.

"That's our last time, Coach," I said.

"Too bad," he shrugged. "You're an amazing lay, Chambers."

We were a little quiet as we walked back toward the boardwalk. Then Coach spoke up. "I hope you fun in college, Brian. Find a good man. I mean it." I knew this was his way of apologizing. For taking me for granted, for fucking with my emotions whether he meant to or not.

"Don't worry, Coach, I will," I said, hands in my pockets. "But thanks." I pulled out my phone and called my parents. Coach kind of gave me some distance and privacy to call but when I was done he had a knowing smirk. Or maybe he was just glad to have gotten off yet again.

I shook my head.

* * * *

Epilogue

I walked into the gym area and back toward the offices. The other coaches usually taught classes during the morning, so I wasn't surprised to find Randy Thompson the only one in his office.

I gave a knock on the metal door.

"Chambers!" he said in surprise as he looked up from his computer. "Come in, my man." As I stepped in, he added, "oh and shut the door will ya?"

He stood up and shook my hand. I wasn't sure if we'd pick up where we left off. I still wasn't sure where we left off, actually. I'd graduated and moved out West to go to college. The distance had done me some good. I'd dated some, enjoyed my first taste of college life and even if I still hooked up with a couple of married guys on Grindr, it was like I needed to get on my own, away from Coach T.

But it was Thanksgiving break, which was unofficially a homecoming for the local high schools. I was back home and would be meeting my buddies, who were all back home, too. Including RJ.

"Ready for the big game?" I asked.

"You bet," the man said. Total coach mode. I never knew what I was gonna get with Thompson. "Got the best defense in the region, so we're feeling pretty good."

"Awesome," I said.

"Gonna come watch?" the man asked.

"You bet. It's kind of a tradition," I replied.

He nodded. We stood four feet apart from each other. I kind of thought coach would sit back down in his chair. Or that he'd ask me to sit. Instead we felt a palpable sexual tension.

"So... Looks like college life is treating you well." He wasn't leering like he would in the old days but he was definitely looking at me with sexual interest. Appraising me.

"Yessir," I smiled. "It's been good Coach, real good." Randy Thompson was looking pretty incredible too. A few more gray hair on the sides, but he'd kept up his body quite well.

"Glad to hear. You got a boyfriend yet, Chambers?"

I shook my head. "Not yet, Coach. Guess I have some trust issues."

I thought maybe that piss the man off, but he laughed at the comment. "Guess so... there are a lot of good guys out there, Chambers. I just happen not to be one of them." For a man who was almost a pathological liar, Coach T could also be refreshingly frank.

"Fair enough, Coach," I said. "I'm not sure I am either."

He gave me a flirty smile and kind of tilted his head back in suggestion. "So... another go for old time's sake? Whaddya say?"

I nodded. I had told myself earlier that I wasn't going to do this. But I wanted it. Again. I reached down and started undoing my jeans.

"Fuckin A, Chambers," Coach said as he pulled open a desk drawer and shuffled around to retrieve a small tube of lube. "You're a sight for sore eyes." He started undoing his khakis with his big mitt of a hand. There was that alluring glint of his wedding ring turning me on once more.

I wondered how often Coach fucked guys in his office. Or if the lube was for jerking off. As I pulled down my jeans and underwear and leaned onto the desk, I asked, "You got anyone taking care of you these days, Coach? Besides Mr. Mitchell?"

I heard the pop of the cap and a slick squirt. "I do. Got one of my players who spends his third period study hall helping me out.... don't know why I didn't think of that little arrangement before." He seemed strangely proud of his adulterous deceit.

His fingers felt surprisingly cool but then I enjoyed the sensation of Coach fingering me once more. Opening me back up. I'd topped and I'd bottomed over the last three months, but I was out of practice for a cock Coach's size.

"Lucky guy," I said. I imagined what it would have been like to spend every day having sex with Randy Thompson. My dick liked the idea a lot.

That amazing cock pushed into me. The entry stung but it was like riding a bike. I opened up for the man. "He still can't take a face fuck like you, Chambers. We've even been working on it, but no dice."

That prick filled me deeper and I let out the breath I had been holding and sighed with an excited contentment. "I'm around all weekend, Coach, maybe we can find a time to..."

I didn't need to finish the sentence. Coach was imagining fucking my throat already. "Yeah," he grunted. He pushed in. Not hard but firmly. Then again. Coach was fucking me in his office, once more. I braced myself on the desk and reached for the lube with a free hand.

I slicked my cock and set down the lube. I began stroking as Coach T fucked me more vigorously.

"Fuck me, Coach," I grunted, not too loud. "Fuck my horny ass."

"Oh yes... fuck, Brian," the satyr of a man hissed.

His cock was huge and it felt intense in my hole. But I wanted more. "Harder," I urged. "Fuck me like I'm O'Brien."

"Oh shit," the man hissed in excitement. Then I felt his hands gripped my hips tightly and he just started railing me. Hard and fast. I knew I couldn't take this treatment for long, and I knew I wouldn't have to. Coach was worked up, and so was I.

I jerked excitedly as my ass got wrecked by Coach's cuntbuster. It took less than a minute before I was seeing stars in one the deepest orgasms I'd ever had. I heard Coach grunt behind me and I knew from his thrusts that he was cumming too.

"Damn," he hissed as he held himself steady and caught his breath before slowly pulling out and stepping back. "You definitely bring out the bad boy in me, Chambers."

I stood up and felt the excess seed trickle down my legs. I felt used and slutty and maybe not in a good way. But the sex had been hot, for sure. It was a good thing I didn't live closer to Randy Thompson. He offered me a towel to wipe up and he himself was wiping the lube and cum off his big soft dong.

"Wow, I needed that," he said.

"Guess I did, too," I said, getting dressed and presentable again. As I tucked my shirt back in, I added. "Listen, I meant what I said, Coach. I'm around all weekend if you wanna..."

He nodded and adjusted his own shirt. It was wild to remember the Coach Thompson I looked up to my first years of high school. Moral, upstanding, a perfect idol. "Yeah," he nodded with a satisfied smile. "I'll figure out a way." He looked at me once more, like he was getting a snapshot for his memory banks. "Thanks for stopping by, Brian."

"Of course," I said. I wasn't sure he was referring to the sex or the visit from a former player. Either way, the response was the same. "See you soon," I said.

The gym area was still deserted as I made my way out and through the school hall. To the parking lot. I'd almost gotten to my car when I felt my phone buzz with a text. I was surprised Coach was contacting me so soon.

Only when I pulled up my phone I saw it was from Davis O'Brien. Now very much engaged and living with his hot leggy, blonde fiancee. "Hey, yeah I'm around this weekend. And Jessie's visiting her family. It'd be cool to see you man." It was a reply to my earlier text reaching out to him.

I guess old habits die hard.