Affair with Coach T

Heads up that this story revolves around cheating and men who behave in not-so-admirable ways.

I was majorly crushed out on Coach Thompson.

That's not an excuse for my behavior, but it went a long way to explaining what went down my senior year. What's still going on, if I'm honest.

But at the start of senior year, I knew only that St. Michaels Prep was lucky to have a coach like Coach T and that I was lucky to have a starting place on the football roster. Randy Thompson was a pretty typical coach in a lot of ways. Former college linebacker, he had every bit of that ex-jock thickness to his build and a masculine appearance that was somewhere between gruff and handsome. He had a son RJ (short for Randy Jr.) who was also on the team, and Coach did his best not to play favorites. A few of the guys on the team jokingly referred to him as Coach Taylor, and Thompson could be a disciplinarian who chewed our heads off when we were fucking up at practice but preferred to be a supportive paternal presence in our lives. He seemed to know what each of the guys was going through and encouraged us to be our best selves, on and off the field.

The only difference between Coach T and a normal high school coach was that Coach T was gay. I gathered he had a hard time making his way in coaching, but times change and our school and community were more liberal than most. Randy Thompson was a perfect fit. Married to a man, with two kids, he was about as acceptable a gay man as you could have dreamed up. Coach T even did tons of volunteer work and was heavily involved in the Episcopal church.

I became good friends of RJ, who was my year in school. So I spent a lot of time at the Thompson-Mitchell household. Mr. Mitchell was a cool guy, too, more typically gay if I had to stereotype, but he was good looking... I mean, I tried not to look but Mr. Mitchell had an incredible ass. Like even if he was just wearing normal clothes, you couldn't help but notice how round and muscular RJ's dad's butt was.

And yeah, I'm gay. Totally and completely gay. Coach T was the first person I told, freshman year, and he was a lifesaver. Assuring me it was normal and that it gets better. "Just be yourself and don't live for other people," he said during the heart-to-heart in his office. "There are some hard things in life, but don't sweat the small stuff. Those who love you will be there for you."

It did get better, slowly. I'd come out to a few friends, including a couple of buddies on the team. They were cool and not blabbermouths. In hindsight, I could have told the whole school and it would have been OK, but I felt like I had this life as a jock and whatever the fuck I was supposed to be as a gay dude. And most of the gay guys at school were just different than me. I didn't know how to make it all work in my head.

I took Coach's advice and didn't focus on all the small problems. But damn, it was hard not to be attracted to the man. He was just perfect. The kind of man I'd want as my husband in the future. Politically, I was liberal or maybe middle of the road, but in a lot of other ways I was conservative. I wanted the kind of family life my parents had. House in the suburbs, good job, private school for my two or three kids. Coach T and Mr. Mitchell made me realize that was possible. They were my role models.

And yeah, if I ended up with a man half as hot as Coach Thompson, I'd be a lucky dude. I hit the weight training extra hard my junior year. Muscles aren't everything, but I wanted to be as good looking a man as I could become. A man that would be worthy of finding Mr. Right.

Our assistant Coach, Jeff Peters was giving me a lot of guidance in the weight room, and I guess he noticed me going at it on leg days. He examined my form and suggested I switch up my routine to improve agility on the field.

Coach T was in ear shot, getting his own set of bench presses in at the next station. Without missing a beat, he quipped. "Jeff, I don't think Chambers there is doing it for his agility."

Coach Peters was taken aback and seemed confused, but Coach Thompson just grinned. "You don't think that half the team does it to show off on Instagram? Hell, that's RJ's obsession."

It was true. RJ Thompson-Mitchell had an amazingly fit body and loved posting on social media.

"Can't it be both, Coach?" I replied, responding to Thompson's jocular tone. This was classic Coach T - a kind of no-bullshit way of understanding our motivations. Still I didn't want Peters to feel bad.

Thompson's blue eyes twinkled. "Yeah, I guess it can, Chambers." I knew he didn't consider me a serious ball player, and that was fine. I wasn't scholarship bound.

* * * *

RJ wasn't my very best friend, but he was one of my best friends. He was real popular with the girls, and I actually think having two dads helped him. It made me feel better, knowing that when I had kids, they could be well adjusted and popular.

Maybe RJ was too popular. He didn't get into hard drugs, but he liked to have fun and experiment. Unfortunately his dads caught him. I don't know which father found his stash of Molly but it was definitely Coach T who laid down the law. I actually found out when I came over to play videogames with RJ one Saturday.

Randy Thompson was there in, looking hunky as hell in his weekend casual T and mesh shorts, his short hair slightly unkempt. He had an apologetic and friendly look on his face. "Sorry, Brian," he said, using my first name like he did when I came over as RJ's friend, not as a player on the team. "RJ's grounded for the next few weeks. I took away his phone, too, so that's probably why he didn't text you. Sorry you had to come all the way over."

"That's all right, Coach," I said. I paused and was still feeling surprised at the news. "What was it, if I may ask?" I was always super polite around RJ's parents when I was visiting.

Coach looked at me, understanding but also sternly parental. "Caught him with some party drugs." He looked at me more intently. "I take it you got a good head on your shoulders, Chambers." I was Chambers now, and it was one of those statement/question comments Coach was known for.

"Yes, sir." I don't know if it was a lie. But I knew I wanted to have a good head on my shoulders, so I was at least telling the truth there. And RJ getting caught definitely made me more cautious. I didn't know how much parents at my school talked.

Coach nodded, pleased with my answer. Then he took a step outside onto the front porch. The weather was cool and I could see the man's thick nipples firm up to point nibs under his cotton shirt, capping off his amazing chest. He shut the front door behind him.

"While you're here," he started, his voice a little quieter even though we had privacy. "I wanted to check in you, you know, man to man. Everything OK, Brian?"

Total Coach Thompson... he had a way of making your problems seem like the most important in his life.

"Doing good, Coach. Thanks."

He smiled. "Good to hear.... RJ tells me you've come out to a few of the guys."

"Yes, sir. They've been cool about it."

"Glad to hear." I knew that if anyone on the team gave me a hard time Coach would take it personally.

"Coach...?" I started. Not sure if I should ask what I was going to ask.

"Yeah, Brian?" His eyes were welcoming and made me feel like I could open up.

"How did you meet Mr. Thompson?"

Coach chuckled, I don't think he was expecting that question. "Long story. But he was the sports reporter for the college newspaper and when he came to interview me, it was like we both knew. We were friends at first and it took us a little while to get the courage to admit our feelings for each other. But the rest is history."

"Wow," I said.

"Any reason for asking?" he inquired playfully.

"Oh, I guess I want that too someday.... you know, someone special... a husband."

"Give it time, Brian," Coach said encouragingly, patting me on the shoulder. "You're, what? eighteen? Just be yourself and an honest guy, and love will find its way."

"Thanks, Coach," I said.

Thompson gave me another attaboy pat and stepped back. I guess it was time for him to get back inside. "And Brian... you're a young guy. I don't know how to say this, but hell you're a guy too... you might want to have some fun before you settle down. That's normal, but be careful and remember your priorities. Quick fun's not the same as a long-term commitment."

I nodded. I felt warm from the advice Coach had given me. A little embarrassed at the puppy love I was feeling at the moment, I worried Coach could read it on my face. I deflected it with a joke. "Guess it's not every day you have to give this talk to your players."

Coach T chuckled. "Guess not. But you're not so different from them, deep down, Chambers. Don't let anyone ever make you feel that either."

I thanked him for the talk and we big goodbye.

I felt guilty doing it, but that afternoon I went home and jerked off thinking of Coach, conjuring up every physical detail in my memory as my nuts pumped out a heavy load.

* * * *

I couldn't place the turning point, but sometime after the conversation, Coach was different around me. Like before, he'd catch me inadvertently staring at him in practice and would deflect it. Or bark "Chambers!" with an order to do some drill or other.

Now, he'd just kind of smirked. Like he knew I was into him. Like he knew I'd jacked off to him. I was embarrassed as hell and made an effort to be a regular player with him. He was just Coach and I was just Chambers. My playing ability improved a little even, but psychologically I was a wreck. I mean, this was RJ's dad. Happily married, he didn't need every gay kid in school pining for him. It was bad enough he got it from giggling girls passing him in the hallway.

I remember specifically that fateful Thursday afternoon practice. It was brisk out, cold even. The coaches were bundled up but somehow that didn't make Randy Thompson look any less hot. The extra sweatshirt just made his bulky body that more impressive. This time, though, it wasn't him catching me staring. It was the other way around. I'd just gone through a set of drills when I saw Coach T's eyes on me. Appraising. And no other way to put it: lusting.

I thought I was imagining at first. Coach was a stand up guy. He had a hot husband he'd been with for twenty years. And hell, even if his eyes did wander from time to time, the man was a professional, ethical person. Not the kind to scope out his players.

Only he was definitely scoping me out, as I walked over to the sideline. And later in practice. It was throwing my focus off big time, and I had a lousy practice. My heart was beating a million miles an hour. Especially when I'd see RJ, oblivious. Or one of the other coaches just doing their job.

But nothing prepared me for the end of practice when Coach Thompson came up to me at the end. "Tough practice huh, Chambers?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Coach. Guess I lost focus."

The man gave a knowing grin. "I bet." He gave a quick look around and noticed we were out of earshot of the others. "You free this evening?"

God, this wasn't what I thought it was, was it? "I dunno... I mean, yeah, I guess."

That made the man's grin grow wider. God, he was so fucking handsome up close. Clean shaven, slightly weathered skin, graying temples, effortlessly masculine. If I hadn't been walking off our practice field I would have been boning up for sure.

Coach reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "What's your number? Stan's got some book club thing tonight, I'll hit you up when I can."

Fuck, this was happening. I could even see Coach Thompson's gold wedding band as he held his phone. I stammered out my number.

Coach typed it in and smiled, clapping me on the shoulder pads of my scrimmage uniform. "All right, not a word to RJ of course. Or anyone else for that matter."

"Yeah," I replied "Of course." Then Coach kind of trotted off ahead of me to talk to Coach Peters. They were maybe talking shop but mostly laughing at some jokes. It was surreal to see the man act all normal after the conversation we just had.

I could barely look RJ in the eye as we showered up and got dressed. But he seemed preoccupied anyway. His grounding was over and he had his first date in weeks planned. I now knew why Coach Thompson chose that day of all days.

I wrestled with what I thought I should do. I did consider telling RJ. I mean, his dad was cheating on his other father, and I didn't want to be complicit in that. I felt bad, wondering how I'd feel if Dad cheated on Mom. I typed up a text to RJ, then retyped it, looking for the right wording.

I didn't send any of them. Deep down, I knew this was my chance for sex. And not only sex, but sex with the hottest man imaginable. That day, my vision of Coach was torn to shreds. In its place, I found a new authority figure, sexier and more alluring.

When his text came around 7, I was so excited. "Come over at 8?"

I told my parents I was going out for an hour to visit a friend. As long as I came home by 9:30 on a school night, they generally gave me my freedom. That evening, they barely nodded in acknowledgment.

I drove over to the Thompson-Miller house. Like the million times I'd visited RJ. Or gone to the start of season barbecues Coach and his husband held at their place for the whole team. My heart pounded but I figured I could feasibly say I was coming to visit RJ.

I was still nervous as hell when I rang the door bell. I thought Coach would be nervous, too. But when the door opened, I saw a man who was calm and assured. He was shirtless and wearing only those thin mesh shorts. I didn't have the guts to look down but instinctively i knew his cock was hard, or half hard, in them. Bare chested, his body was even more magnificent. Just a little padding but mostly ex-jock daddy muscle. Hard, firm, rounded, and coated with brown fur.

"Right on time," he grinned. "I like that."

I stepped in and Coach shut the door behind us. I kind of paused dumbly in the entrance, not knowing what came next. Then Coach T stepped around with a clearer, lustier look on his face. Already his hand was snaking up to the back of my neck, pulling me toward him.

"You hot little fucker," he growled, seconds before our mouths touched. Just like that, I was having my first kiss.

I went from anxious in anticipation to horny in a single second. Coach T's tongue slipped into mine and I could feel my dick surge in response. I kissed back, the best I knew how and just enjoyed everything about the sensation. The dewy warmth and firmness of his bare chest, the scent of soap and cologne, the strength of the thick fingers that were softly caressing the hairs on the back of my neck as we made out.

Those fingers continued to stroke my hair as Coach pulled back with a lusty grin. "I figured you were wanting it."

"Yeah," I stammered. Fuck I didn't know what to say. I was inexperienced and in over my head. But this also felt right. It was everything I craved, as my teen hormones raced and my dick throbbed.

Coach T grinned and stepped back from me, nodding down. "Look what you made me do," he teased. I saw it immediately, a big tent in those mesh shorts. Obscene, even. Coach was completely erect and was hung. At least eight inches and fat. I don't know why it surprised me. It figures Mr. Perfect would have the perfect cock.

"Go on, Chambers, touch it," he urged in his gravely voice, one I'd heard on the football field so many times when he was angry with us. But now that tone felt different. Urgent.

I cautiously reached forward and decided fuck it. No need to be cautious. Coach was showing off his boner to me and offering my fantasy on a silver platter. I just reached forward and grabbed it, feeling its rigid power and heat through the thin fabric of his shorts.

"Fuck," I grunted.

"You like 'em big, huh, Chambers." Another question that wasn't a question.

It was my first dick to explore up close. I didn't know what I liked, other than yeah, it was fun to jack off to big-dicked porn stars. I would have been happy touching Coach Thompson's prick no matter what his size.

But now that my fingers explored up and down the shaft and assessed its girth and length, I decided, yeah, I liked them big.

"It's incredible, Coach," I said, slowly getting the confidence to speak in full sentences.

Thompson's gruff expression was gone and he seemed amused at how turned on I was. "We got an hour at least. What do you say we take this to the den?"

I nodded and followed Coach T down the hall and down the stairs. From behind, the man's back was spectacular. Strong, meaty, and defined. Coach kept himself in great shape. And now that I had the luxury of staring, I noticed he didn't have a pert round muscle ass like his husband's but it was more just beefy and powerful.

The Thompson-Mitchell den was something between a family room and a man cave. It had a giant big-screen TV for watching sporting events or movies, and a big wraparound sectional couch. I'd spent many afternoons down there playing video games with RJ and on occasion watching TV with his whole family.

Now Coach and I were gonna have sex there. I watched as he methodically draped an old sheet over the sofa and reached in a hiding place to find some lube.

My heart pounded. I still had no idea what we gonna do, but I could imagine some possibilities.

"Get comfortable, Chambers," Coach said as he slipped down his shorts. His erection looked even bigger exposed.

I gulped and kicked off my shoes then undid my jeans. Coach eyed me excitedly, slowly stroking his dick as I stripped off. I was nervous, almost shaking, but incredibly hard. Coach seemed to like that.

"Nice tool you got, Brian," he observed. "Figured you were packing." I wasn't Coach's size but I knew I was bigger than average, and his compliment made me proud and a little more relaxed.

I had to ask, though. "So... Coach... do you and Mr. Mitchell have, like, an arrangement or something?" I was naive, but I knew about open relationships. And I'd spent some time reading Reddit and had a good idea a lot of gay couples are open. Figures Coach T and Mr. M would be too.

He shook his head. I thought maybe he'd have a hint of guilt in his expression, but there was none. "Fraid not, Brian," he said in a normal voice, the same voice I'd heard a hundred times, all while he stroked his dick. "See.... Dan is pretty much a three-times-a-week kind of guy. And I'm, well, I'm a fucking horndog. I could fuck three times a day if I had the chance."

I gulped, watching his naked body and feeling my own nude form extra exposed to his gaze. I wasn't sure I liked seeing this side of my idol, but my dick was enjoying every moment of this.

Coach just grinned and added. "And sometimes I make my chance for it. More than just sometimes, actually."

"That's cool," I said. I wasn't even sure I believed that but I wanted to fit in. To be grown up.

"This will be our secret, right, buddy?" he asked.

"Yeah, Coach," I assured him. "Our secret. I swear."

He nodded. Like he'd said "good boy" without actually saying it. His next words were insanely horny in their simplicity. "Sit down on the sofa," he directed.

I did, feeling nervous again, and watched as Coach T stepped up to me, his big cock leading the way. He was hard and throbbing and I could see clear sap pooling at the end. His voice was like a soft, deep mantra as that dick slowly inched forward.

"I've not gotten off today... all backed up... you gonna help me with that, buddy?... gonna help out a married man who's got blue balls all the fucking time?"

The wet cock head touched my upper lip. Then my lower lip. I opened my mouth and licked. Fuck, it tasted good. Salty but clean. I thought I'd just explore my first time licking a man like this, but Coach was already pushing his big dick between my lips.

I don't know if he knew I was virgin, he was treating me like a skilled cocksucker. More meat pressed in and my mouth watered. I worried I would gag but it actually wasn't that far in yet. Just enough to completely fill my mouth.

I loved it. Love feeling this totem of masculinity and desire against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I sucked and licked, not knowing what to do. Just wanting to do something.

"Watch the teeth, Chambers," came the instruction. Almost an order barked at me. His fingers were back on my neck. Caressing, pulling me onto his shaft.

I got the hang of it, thought Coach did most of the work, gently fucking my virgin mouth with steady half strokes.

"Fuck your mouth feels great," he sighed, spreading his meaty legs some, which made his thrust angle change, for the better. "I wanna get your mouth on me more often.... every day if possible..." His dick pistoned further back to my throat. It surprised me but I didn't gag. I just held my breath and let Coach do more thrusts, punching deeper into the constriction of my gullet with each push.

Several rapid, almost hard thrusts, then Coach T pulled back and let me catch my breath. I kissed and suckled at his amazing dong a second then it pressed back for another round. We repeated that until I got the hang of things.

"Holy fuck, Brian... take my fucking cock, boy...." His friendly voice was commanding and had an intense edge. His balls weren't pressing against my chin, not yet, but I felt they were getting closer.

Finally, the man extracted his hardon once more. It looked bigger now, obscene so close up. It was covered in spit and clear mucus and plenty of the man's own precum.

"You've had experience before," he said in quiet observation.

For the first time I looked up. It was the same friendly face I knew. The same paternal-buddy Coach Thompson. Only he was turned on beyond belief. So was I. "No sir.... never have."

"Well fuck a duck," he grunted. "You did amazing, Chambers, you know that?" He seemed genuinely pleased.

"Thanks, Coach," I smiled. This was surpassing my dreams of my first time, by far.

Coach kind of stepped up a little again, holding his turgid meat steady for me. "Take a break, son, but whenever you wanna go again..."

That dick was inches from my face. Pulsing, horny. The thing that flipped a switch in me, though, was seeing Coach's gold wedding band on his left hand. It perfectly framed the base of his cock and was a reminder of the seriousness of our actions.

I knew I should be upset at the man. For cheating on his husband. For cheating on RJ's other dad. I should have at least felt guilty. Instead, I felt a wave of excitement. Of all the men to cheat with, Coach chose me. Chose me over his hot, perfect husband. Chose me over a hundred other guys who would willingly do this.

I pounced. With a clean motion I swallowed several inches of Coach's dick and started bobbing furiously.

"Shit.... go for it, Chambers. Suck my fucking cock... Milk the cum right outta my balls... That's it... work for that load...."

I did, too. I don't know if I had the right technique but I was giving it my all. Bobbing, slurping, sucking. Whatever I could.

"FUCKK!" That masculine voice filled my ears as I felt Coach's hot seed fire on my tongue. Briny and sweet. A thick spurt, then another, until they got thinner. I sucked them all down. Coach was holding my head down anyway, so it wasn't like I had a choice.

I was smiling when I finally pulled off the man. He was smiling too, a look of happiness that contrasted with his sharp words. "You fucker..." he grunted and pushed me back on the couch.

I honestly thought I'd done something wrong for a split second, but I watched as my idol's big frame crouched down. Coach knew how to suck dick. And I was a keyed up 18 year old first timer. I lasted no longer than twenty seconds before I heard Coach Thompson's soft choked grunts as he swallowed my cum.

As I finished my orgasm, my dream man crawled on top of me. Warm, hard bodied, and sweaty. We kissed. I tasted my own seed on his lips.

Coach kind of patted my bare chest playfully as we parted and lay there. "You know until you told me you were cherry, I was gonna tap your ass, Chambers."

"Yeah?" I said. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that. The idea scared me but turned me on too.

Thompson grinned and nodded. "Something to think about for next time if you decide you wanna." I could tell he was trying to read me.

"I just am processing the fact there's gonna be a next time, Coach," I said. "That was incredible."

"It was," the man said. I reached up and felt his hairy muscle. Trying not to be too greedy, but fuck the man felt good.

Coach smiled and had a playful growl. "So Chambers... what's it like knowing you're having an affair with a married man?"

My heart pounded. "Fuck, Coach... I don't know what to say. It's really hot... What we did was really hot."

The man nodded his agreement. "If you want more we gotta be discreet."

"God yeah, Coach."

His hands now traced my lean abdomen. "Don't worry, Chambers, I'm not gonna be able to keep my fucking hands off you."

Reality slowly sunk in and we got dressed again. Coach put away the lube and wadded up the sheet and tossed it in the wash.

We paused at the front door. The man was about an inch taller than me and it felt like we were perfectly matched. One last kiss and before I left, Coach T said, "Just think about it, Chambers."

I knew what he meant. And though the idea scared me, I was thinking about it.