Put Me in Coach, I'm Ready to Play

I didn’t see my Coach Steve again until our next game, the first in a best 2 out of 3 championship series. I had butterflies in my stomach as the day approached, and I ended up getting a ride with another teammate to the game as my mother was out and couldn’t make it. (Naturally.) But for the first time it didn’t matter to me. Steve was going to be there. As my Coach. And as someone who cared for me. He was the only one I wanted to please at this point.

As we pulled up, I looked for him. You could always pick him out of the crowd as he stood a head taller than most. I saw him already at the fence beside the dugout, leaning over it, his ass sticking out towards me looking so perfect in his baseball uniform pants. There were some of our players already on the field warming up, so we jogged over to join.

Steve turned as he heard us coming, and then straightened up when he saw it was me. “Hey.” He said casually to both of us. Jonny dropped his gear, grabbing his glove and without stopping kept jogging to the field by our Coach. “Hey Coach!” he yelled as he ran by. I had stopped and was putting my glove on, looking at Steve as he watched Jonny go by, then turned his attention to me.

“You ready B?” he asked me with a smile. I pretended that the smile he wore was just for me and only me.

“Yes sir.” I said.

“Good.” He winked at me. “Good to see you” he added softly, and then said normally, “Now get your ass out there.” I hopped into a jog by him, and he slapped my ass as I went by, forcing me to turn with a grin.

We won the game easily, without any incidents or line drives to my head. I played second base the entire game, not having to relieve our pitcher at all. Our next game was in three nights, and if we could continue our winning streak, the championship would be ours for a second season in a row.

As we gathered our things, congratulating each other, there was a mention of a celebratory meal. But the one thing Coach didn’t like us to do was celebrate a victory too early. “This is for the championship boys.” He bellowed over everyone. “We haven’t won it yet. Game 1 is a win, not yet complete victory, so it isn’t over. We celebrate when we win the next game!” The team agreed, and they dispersed separately to have their own dinners or food or whatever. Coach didn’t want to jinx anything.

He raised his head to me and asked if my mother was here tonight. I shook my head and he asked if I had a ride home. When I told him I came with Jonny, he pulled me aside. “Tell Jonny you have a ride. I’ll drive you home.”

“You sure coach?” I asked. “What about Trevor?”

He shook his head. “Lee’s here, so she can bring him home. I want to drive you home tonight.” And then he leaned into my ear closer to add, “I can’t stop thinking about you. I think we need to celebrate together.”

I smiled, thinking of his big cock.

As everyone dispersed, I ended up in his car, waiting for him to put everything away so we could leave. There was no suspicion as we made our plans, me telling Jonny that Coach was driving me home, and Steve telling his wife to take Trevor home with her in her car as he had to drive me home. No one thought anything of it.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, Steve grabbed my hand in his and pulled it to his lips the way he had done the other night, kissed it, and then rested it down on his lap with my fingers laced in his as he drove. It felt so natural and right to hold his hand. He wasn’t heading towards my house but ended up pulling into an empty parking lot attached to a deserted park. He turned the car off and there was quiet as everything went dark.

Without a word, he undid his seatbelt as did I, and he turned sideways to me, grabbed me and pulled me towards him as our mouths met. It felt like forever since we kissed but it was only a couple days before. It wasn’t a tentative kiss like before, this was full on passion. I grabbed at his cock through his uniform pants as his big hands did the same to me. He laughed as he hit the hard cup around my crotch. Steve wasn’t wearing one as he wasn’t playing, and his big cock was already snaked up the side of his leg, visible to me in the dark car.

He leaned back and pulled the waistband out and fished his cock free, which I leaned over immediately and took him in my mouth. His cock was all I could think about over the last two days, and I was determined to get to spend some more time practicing my oral skills. Whatever I was doing, I was doing it well as he began groaning. He tasted so manly, after a night on the field, but I happily sucked and slurped, taking it slowly this time and enjoying it.

He pushed me back and leaned over to get to mine. I had to pull my pants down to my knees along with my jock to get my cup out of the way and release my dick properly. As he took it in his mouth, I took a deep breath to try not to cum too quickly this time.

We sucked each other, taking turns to calm ourselves down, until I started to worry that someone would come by. When I leaned down on his cock after fifteen minutes of back and forth blow jobs, I was determined to milk Steve’s cum out of his cock. And I did, as he thrust into me gently and exploded down my throat, shaking and grunting loud as I swallowed his load.

And then he was on mine, sucking it right down to the root. The feeling was so intense that I erupted in him within seconds of his warm mouth covering my cock this time. I grabbed his head, feeling his hair in my fingers to be so soft as I held him there, unloading my sperm into him.

He sat back, licking his lips, telling me how tasty I was.

I looked over at him, and without thinking, said, “I want you to fuck me.”

He smiled at me, playing with his beard, and wiping it clean again. I noticed there was a hint of grey starting, mixed in with his light brown almost blonde beard. “I’d love to be your first Brian.”

“Will it hurt?” I asked, looking down at his big cock, which was still half hard after releasing a load down my throat.

He nodded. “Probably, but we can go slow. I won’t hurt you.”

I smiled in relief. I had been thinking about it since I first tasted it. Knowing that I wanted to feel him sliding into me. Many of my fantasies when jerking off was the feel of a cock sliding in me, feeling a powerful man on top of me and fucking me. And my heartbeat hard now every time I looked at Steve and imagined him naked, fucking me like a woman. “Okay, because I’ve been thinking about it. And I want you to. To be my first.”

He looked at me carefully. I could see his cock twitch when I said it. I wondered how in the hell that thing would even fit in my ass, as I could hardly get it down my throat. He placed his hand on my leg. “Not till after the championship.”

I smiled and agreed. “Okay. But if we win, that can be my reward.”

He laughed. “What do you mean ‘if’?!” He ruffled my hair in a jovial manner and then leaned back to tuck his cock back in his pants. He looked around carefully as I followed suit. He turned the car on and looked over at me, and then leaned in and gave me a kiss, slow and soft, his beard tickling me. I was in heaven.

I didn’t see him for the next three days. We had no practices before the next game, which I now hoped would be our final one. My mom surprised me by saying she was coming to the game, along with her new boyfriend, a short skinny man who was nice enough, I guess. As we drove to the field, my thoughts were on Steve, and how I was going to see him afterwards, and hoped that this was the night I would lose my virginity. To a man.

As we pulled in to the crowded lot, I could see Steve once again head and shoulders above the rest at the side of the dugout. He was scanning the parking lot and I imagined he was waiting for me. My stomach flipped when I saw him, no shirt under his baseball uniform tonight so his big arms were on display. He had his hands on his hips and was pacing a bit. I could see his wife in the stands, and noticed there were a lot of people already piling in for what could be the final championship game. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, but wasn’t exactly sure if it was for the game, or for what I hoped was going to happen afterwards with my Coach, who I turned back to gaze at.

The sunlight was reflecting off him, and I felt like I was looking at a massive angel. He had that sexy masculine look about him with his neat beard, full head of hair, and big solid build. He had his sunglasses on and I suddenly thought of him as a cop, or a big soldier, now dressed in a baseball uniform. My heart was pounding in my chest as I got out of the car and as if in a daze, started walking towards him.

“Good luck!” I heard my mom shout to me as I walked off. I think I said “Uh huh” as I kept walking towards Steve. And when his face turned to see me, I could see his wide shoulders relax, his hands loosened from his hips and fell straight down to his sides, and his smile lit up his face. Even behind his sunglasses I could feel his eyes locked on mine. A rush of warmth flooded over me and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I swallowed hard as I approached him.

He put his big hand on my shoulder. “You ready for this B?”

I didn’t know if he meant the game, or taking his cock up my ass, but I nodded and said, “You bet.”

“Then get your ass out there and warm up.” He smacked my ass again as I went by, and I imagined him saying that to me later. I smiled as I jogged to the field, the first basemen already throwing me a ball as we began to warm up before the game.

It was a low scoring game up until the top of the last inning. We were the home team, and we were up by only one run now. Justin our pitcher was once again tired, having pitched an awesome game. He had just walked a batter, and the tying run was on third, having stolen a base. There were already two out. We needed only one more out and this game would be over, but after a single, and now this walk, Justin looked flustered. As the next batter came up, I looked at our Coach. Steve was looking at me.

“TIME!” Steve yelled at the ump with his hand up and stood at the now open gate ready to come on the field. Justin looked pissed. The ump held up his hands and yelled “TIME!” as Steve jogged onto the field and towards Justin on the mound. Todd the catcher took his mask off and slowly sauntered towards the mound as well. I watched from my position beside 2nd base, wondering if he was going to put me in. When Steve turned to me, I knew this was it.

I jogged over to join them, and I could hear Justin saying he could do it. He only needed one more out and the game was ours. Steve was saying he knew he was tired, and we could end this now. He took the ball from Justin, and putting that big paw on Justin’s shoulder, reminded him he’d pitched the entire game successfully. As I arrived beside Justin, he was nodding.

“I know I know.” Justin smiled at me, took a deep breath. “Okay L’il B. Finish this for us.”

I patted his back and told him I would. I heard the crowd cheer as Justin walked off the mound as the players rotated, Todd turned and slowly walked back to take his position behind the plate. Steve’s son Trevor started heading to 2nd base from left field as one of our teammates on the bench jogged over to take his position in left field. Justin slumped down on the bench in the covered dugout, tossing his glove into the corner, and put his head in his hands. Steve and I were alone now on the mound, the ball in his hand. He stepped closer to me and I lifted my glove instinctively to accept the ball. But he paused.

“Strike this batter out and I will fuck you tonight.” He said directly to me.

My heart caught in my throat. “You got it Coach.” I said looking up to him.

“And try not to get hit in the head.” He gave me a half smile and slammed the ball into my open glove. “I want you fully conscious and awake when I slide into you.”

Then he turned to head to the dugout. I found myself watching his ass, and then realized the entire field was watching me. Thank God I was wearing a cup and no one would notice the change in my bulge. Like any normal ball player, I adjusted myself to try to stop my cock from growing. I grabbed my hat and adjusted it on my head and took a stance to practice, fully determined to end this game and feel my first cock. My coach’s cock. Deep in my ass. I took a deep breath and threw my first practice pitch directly in the strike zone into Todd’s glove with a nice speed. Todd gave me a thumbs up and yelled “Just like that B!”

After a few pitches I heard the ump call “Game on!” and he swept the plate as we all got into position. Their batter approached and I mumbled a “Fuck me” under my breath as I recognized the guy, a heavy hitter on their team. I heard our short stop yell “Move back!” as our team prepared for a hit.

I leaned over and looked at the signals Todd was giving me. I found my eyes dart over to Steve, leaning over the fence, sunglasses off, looking at me. I wanted him so badly at that moment. I took a breath and started the rotation.

“STRIKE ONE!” the ump yelled. As I caught the ball Todd threw back, I turned to get into position and saw Steve smiling.

“That’s it B, I know you want it!” I heard Steve yell over top of the others cheering me on. Yeah, I do, I thought in my head. Little did everyone know what I was pitching for. It wasn’t for the championship victory, it was for our coach’s big cock.

I threw a curve for the second pitch and I heard “BALL!”

“Way to mix it up B!” Todd yelled as he threw the ball back to me. I heard others cheering the same thing and I heard Coach’s voice yelling out “It’s okay, it’s okay, make him think!” It’s okay. It echoed in my head as I remembered crying in his arms. I wanted this man.

“STRIKE TWO!” The ump yelled as the sucker swung at my next curve.

“'ATTA BOY!” Steve yelled loudly over top the cheers. Or maybe I was just tuned to hear his deep voice. It was all that mattered to me at this moment.

I launched the next pitch and the CRACK of the bat sent shivers threw me. “FOUL BALL!” The ump yelled, causing a huge cheer from the crowd. That was all I needed, I thought. This fucker hitting a ball off me. I walked around the mound a bit in circles, kicking at the dirt and trying to calm down. I heard Steve’s voice from the sideline.

“That’s it make him work for it!!”

I took my stance again and launched another fast ball.

“BALL!”

Fuck! I screamed in my head. Two and two. Just one more pitch, I was telling myself in my head. I looked up at my Coach. He was smiling at me. I froze.

“It’s okay B. Just relax.” He said loud enough for me to hear. I took a very deep breath, and looked into his eyes. I was ready for him.

I looked at Todd, nodded to the signal, took my stance and started to move.

Fast ball straight into the strike zone. The bastard didn’t even swing.

“STRIKE THREE YOU’RE OUT!” The ump yelled and the crowd and my teammates and the bench erupted and started rushing the mound. I felt arms and bumps and jostling and screams as we took our second championship in a row. Steve pushed his way through people to get to me and when he did he picked me up like a rag doll, holding me up straight up and out at arm's length before letting me fall back down and hugged me tight, laughing and yelling along with everyone else.

But when he pulled away, I pushed people out of the way and pointed to Justin, our pitcher, yelling and laughing on the outside of the mob that was on me and I yelled “Justin you won this!” and I ran to him and brought the crowd with me. The mob turned to him, after I hugged him and stepped back, and the honor and glory was his to highlight. I had only pitched to one batter to end the game, but Justin was the winning pitcher.

I stepped back and started to drift away from the crowd and turned to see Steve standing alongside me. He pointed to the crowd around Justin. “Nicely done.”

I smiled. “He’s the winning pitcher. Not me. And the team won this.” I remembered a similar speech from Steve, my Coach, not too long ago.

He smiled at me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You must really want to get fucked tonight.”

I couldn’t believe he said it so directly, but a shot of adrenaline flowed through me as I looked up at his devilish grin. “Yeah, I do.”

The team ended up at the assistant coach’s place, where all the parents started drinking and the teammates were too, only hiding it. We had quickly gone home to change, and when I arrived the party was already in swing. Food was out, everyone was laughing, but I didn’t see our Coach. Justin passed me a beer and told me I was the coolest relief pitcher, and then Todd passed me one a little later thanking me for saving Justin’s ass. I kept watching for Steve but he was nowhere to be found.

He didn’t show up until about an hour later, and I knew he arrived when the place erupted and he was sacked by every player and every parent, congratulating him and thanking him. When his eyes found mine staring at him from across the room, he played it cool and pretended nothing was going on. But I saw in his look that he was reading my thoughts. It took him another hour to make his way over to me at last, where I was standing with Justin.

“There’s my two stars!” he said patting a hand on both our shoulders. When his big hand landed on mine, I felt a shiver go through my body. I wondered if Justin felt the same. He saw the beers in our hands. “Please don’t tell me everyone’s drinking….” He started to say but Justin cut him off.

“Relax Coach, we’re 18. And no one’s driving.”

Steve raised his eyebrow. “I better hope not. Let me know if you boys need a ride home.” He winked at me. “That was some sweet pitching out there Justin. Well done!”

Justin smiled and raised his glass. “And thanks to L’il B for saving my ass!”

I laughed and took a swig to join the toast, and Steve smiled at me. “Yeah Brian can do anything it seems.” He had a twinkle in his eye and was beaming at me. “You ever tried catching Brian?” he had that devilish grin back.

I laughed out loud. “Actually no.”

Steve looked at me carefully, and with that grin, said, “You should maybe try catching. I bet you’d be really good at it.”

Justin patted me on the back. “You need good legs and a strong ass to be in that position!” He laughed. “I couldn’t do it!”

“Oh, I think Brian should give it a try. I could use a good catcher next year.” Steve winked at me.

The innuendos were not lost on me, but apparently they were on Justin, who realized that this was Todd’s last year with our team, and that I really should give it a try, and that would be great if Justin could pitch to me. But Steve wasn’t talking about real catching. I wasn’t that stupid.

I could feel myself blushing with this talk about “pitching” and “catching” with Steve in front of Justin. What a dirty man he was turning out to be. Acting all nonchalant and all. Not sure if it was the two beer already hitting my head, but it was working: I was horned up for this man. I wanted to suck his cock right then and there.

Justin walked away towards Todd’s sister as she entered the room, leaving Steve and I alone. I punched him in the arm lightly. “Too obvious!” I said laughing.

Steve giggled, and shook his head. “Justin had no idea.”

“I’ll show you just how good I can ‘catch!’ Dirty man!”

Steve laughed. “I hope so. You’re getting it tonight B.” He leaned in to me conspiratorially. “Tell everyone you’re getting a ride home with me. I have a hotel room booked for us.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“I grabbed a room at the motel on the way to your house. That’s why I was late. It’s all ready.” Then he leaned right in to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you deep in just a few hours.”

My cock went hard. I caught my breath as he stood up straight, and rested his hand on the counter next to mine. His finger lightly touched the tip of mine. I took a swig of my beer to hide my feelings, pulling my eyes away from him and scanning the room, trying my hardest to act normal.

He giggled and took a drink from his beer finishing it. “Since I’m driving you home, I won’t be having any more of these.” He placed the empty on the counter and pointed at mine. “How many’s that for you?”

“Two.” I cleared my throat and repeated, "Two." as the first time was all froggy from the shock of his direct comments.

“Don’t have more than three.” He looked around the room. “I’m not taking advantage of a drunk boy.” He turned back to meet my eyes. “And I want you to remember every moment.” Then he moved away from me and mingled. I took another swig, and watched him move from group to group, laughing, hugging people, playfully joking with the team. He looked relaxed, which is more that I could say. I was nervous as hell. Thank God I had the decency to shower before coming over here. I finished my beer and put it next to his empty on the counter. I was already feeling light headed, so I promised myself I wouldn’t have another. I wanted to remember it clearly. And right now, I felt relaxed enough.

Within an hour, the party was slowing down. It was now after 11pm, and some of my teammates looked drunk but were trying to hide it. I moved from the younger crowd in the basement and back to the main floor where most of the older folk were, and saw Steve standing in the kitchen chatting with the assistant coach and his wife. As soon as he saw me, he waved me over. I tried to hide my excitement, and walked towards them.

“You ready to go?” Steve asked, then turned quickly to the couple. “I promised his mother I’d get him home in one piece.” He said his goodbyes to them, as they once again hugged me and congratulated me. Before I knew it were outside, getting in his car.

When he pulled away from the house, his big hand moved to my leg, and I grabbed hold of it. “Finally.” He moaned. His hand moved to my crotch, and felt my thickened cock. “Mmmmm, feels like you’re ready to go.” He squeezed my cock through my shorts, my hand still on his weighty hand. “That was some focused pitching you did.”

I laughed. “But I’m ready to catch now.”

He laughed out loud, and then took in a deep breath. “You better be, because I can’t wait to get inside you.”

The way he was talking was making me weak. My chest was heaving in anticipation and my cock got harder in his grip. I felt like we were speeding, racing to this motel as fast as we could. I realized that I hadn’t even seen this man fully naked yet, and that this would be the first time he saw me naked. I started to feel quite self-conscious as I looked over at him, the big giant of a man, 6'4" tall and about 230 lbs of muscle. That hulking, manly build compared to my tiny lean smooth bod. For a moment I thought he might split me in half.

I didn’t even recognize the motel he pulled into, off the main roads, not too far from my house. He pulled around the back where there was a row of rooms marked with numbers and parked in front of one of the doors. From this spot, his car wasn’t seen from the road. I looked up at the door: number 3.

I was nervous now. He pulled the key from his pocket and held it up to me. “Here we are.” He said quietly, and opened his car door, the apparent excitement in him not hidden. I followed him to the motel room door, and he had it opened as I got there, stepping into the small, dank dark room. “Not the nicest place but we aren’t here for long.” He said as he shut the door. I noticed the bottle of lube and two water bottles on the bedside table. The one bed was pulled down, ready to go. He had already been here to get it ready.

And then he spun me around and bent down to kiss me. “God I’ve missed you.” He moaned into my mouth as we started kissing, deep, intensely. He was already pulling my shirt up and over my head and was backing me up to the bed. In one motion he lifted it up, and I was against the bed, being pushed down. His hands were on my shorts and he pulled them down hard, and then my underwear, pulling my shoes and socks off as well. And just like that I was naked in front of my coach.

He pushed me up the bed and crawled on it over top of me, diving for my cock. He was as hungry for mine as I was for his. I lay back as I felt the warmth of his mouth envelope my cock. He was still fully clothed, and I felt suddenly shy.

“Wait!” I suddenly said, pushing him off and sitting back. He looked up at me in shock, unaware of what was going on. “Take off your shirt. I wanna see you.” I said, leaning against the hotel bed’s headboard.

He smiled with that fucking sexy devilish grin and stood up off the bed and looked at me. Slowly, starting from the bottom, he lifted his shirt up a bit. I could see his flat stomach, a little bit of hair around his belly button. He wasn’t washboard but he wasn’t fat. At all. Just flat. As he moved it up I could see that there was a patch of very fine short hair covering his stomach. As he reached his big pecs, he crossed his arms to lift it up over his head, showing me that wide V-shaped upper body and finally revealing his solid, big, hairy chest. He dropped his arms and threw his shirt to the side, looking at me. He was wearing a pair of knee length shorts, and I just sat there looking at his upper body. He looked good enough to eat. Masculine. Built solid. No fat. Not too hairy, just right. His big shoulders were like two boulders sitting on top of his mountainous pecs. His biceps looked even bigger with his shirt off, the definition between his shoulders and arms so pronounced I think I gasped.

“You like?” he asked with a smile.

“Fuck yes!” I breathed out. “Holy shit you are BUILT!” I moaned.

He looked at my naked body. “And you are one sexy little fucker.” He started to crawl back onto the bed and I stopped him with an “Uh uh. All of it.” and pointed to his shorts.

He laughed and raised his eyebrow. “You dirty little boy.” He stood up and kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. I could see his giant feet, smooth, wide, and HOT. Was I into feet? I thought. Well fuck I am now!

He unbuttoned his shorts and stopped. “You want these off?” he teased.

I grabbed my cock and was slowly stroking it as I looked at him, taking in his body. “YES!” I yelled laughing. He slowly pulled down the zipper and then turned around, pulling his shorts down over his boxer briefs. Tight white trunk style ones clung to his big round ass as he stepped out of his shorts, which he tossed to the side where his shirt had landed. He turned back around to show me the giant bulge in his crotch, the outline of his thick cock so obvious I could see the head of his dick pointing to the left up towards his side. He lifted the waistband out, and then gave me a little “OH” look, and turned around again to show me his ass. He bent over a little bit and started to slide his briefs slowly down, exposing an inch of white flesh at a time, until his hard round ass was evident, and he was naked. And when he turned around, his 9 inch cock was standing straight out.

Standing before me was the man I had been dreaming about, totally naked. I wanted him more than anything.

I jumped off the bed and moved to stand in front of him. His cock was aiming at my stomach as I got closer to him. My hands went to his hips, to feel his naked body as I felt his come to the side of my arms. I tingled when he touched me, and I began to rub up and down his solid thighs and waist, then moved my hands around to feel the top of his ass. It felt so round, so hard and yet so soft. My hands moved down them to the bottom, where I cupped his cheeks in my hands, then back up. He started to moan and pulled me in closer, feeling my back and neck. I looked at his cock and bent down slightly and took it in my mouth. I felt so free of the restraints of the car that we had experienced thus far, and knelt at his feet, my hands moving down his muscular legs, feeling his knees and calves along the way till they landed on the tops of his feet. I grabbed both his feet as I started to suck his cock.

He moaned standing there, and I saw his head go back as he said, “Oh Brian.” His cock was thick and his scent was filling in my senses. He moaned for awhile before he bent down and picked me right up in his arms, lifting me right off the floor to his mouth to kiss me. His biceps were huge as he held me dangling in front of him, our tongues in each other’s mouths. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his naked flesh as I did, sucking in a deep amount of air as the feelings of our bodies connected without any clothing overtook me. My arms went around his shoulders and neck as he hugged me tight.

“I don’t’ think I can wait.” He moaned in my mouth and moved me to the bed. He put me down gently and told me to get on my stomach as he moved to the table to grab the lube he had placed their earlier in the evening. He was back behind me on the bed as I faced forward. I felt his large hands on my back, and then gliding down to my bare ass, kneading it gently but with some pressure. His fingers started darting in between my cheeks, rubbing my hole as they flicked by. I started to feel lightheaded again, and gasped, lowering my head down as I started to moan.

And then I felt it, his beard tickling my ass as his TONGUE darted into my ass, licking my hole tentatively. I shot upwards in a loud puff of air and tried to look behind me. Sure enough, he was sprawled out on his stomach, his big hands covering my ass spreading it open and his face was buried in there, licking and sucking my hole. It felt AMAZING. He was spitting and licking and I was moaning and squirming.

He sat up and saw me looking. “You taste fucking sweet Brian.” He said in a deep grizzly voice. He was holding the bottle of lube and he squirted some onto his fingers, which were now rubbing my hole, flicking it lightly, and then his thumb pressed against my tight ass, and slid in a bit.

I pushed myself up on my hands and grunted out loud, sucking in air as the pressure surprised me.

“Shhhhh,” Steve started to say, “It's okay. Relax. Just try to breathe.” His voice was calm, soothing, as he pushed more of his thumb inside me.

I took a deep breath in and felt him rubbing the outside again, before I felt a thick finger of his try again, pressing in, sliding in a bit, and then rotating in deeper. I bucked up a bit and squirmed, and his other hand came to my back where he tried shushing me again. He was lightly rubbing my back while another finger entered me, and I started to calm down a bit, laying my face on the bed, and pressing backwards against his hand. I heard him groan behind me and he told me to relax more. I heard the cap of the bottle again and the squirting sound of lube squeezing out. The bed shifted and his legs pushed mine open a bit. He was moving closer to me, I could feel his legs pushing up against mine as he neared my ass. And then I felt the slick tip of his large cock head pressing against my tiny hole.

I straightened my arms and pushed backwards against it. He was holding it at my entrance, and I have never been more determined to feel that big cock in me. With the lube, the head popped in and I let out a loud “OH!” Steve stopped and held his cock in place. Sweat appeared on my forehead. I saw stars and was feeling like I was going to throw up or pass out or faint or I’m not sure WHAT I was feeling. It was unlike anything, like totally uncomfortable and strange, and yet at the same time a rush of something was coming over me.

His over-sized hands were on my back as the head of his cock remained in my tight hole. The tingling I got from the feel of his hands caressing my back were slowly taking over the uncomfortable pressure. “It’s okay.” Steve whispered to me while his hands glided lightly over my back and ass. “It’s okay, just relax.”

His voice was intoxicating to me, and I closed my eyes tightly listening to it, feeling his hands on me, feeling like I was finally being loved. Someone wanted me. And I wanted him.

I relaxed, and felt myself calm down, and as if I held up a signal, Steve pushed his cock forward, and all the way in.

I groaned out not in pain, but in sheer unbridled ecstasy as the sensation washed over me. I turned as I yelled, my eyes wide with amazement at the feeling, both my hands clutching the sheets on the bed. Steve leaned over me to my turned head to meet my lips with his as his dick was lodged into me all the way. We froze in that position, his tongue in me calming me even more and I could feel my body adjust to this invasion. And my body was saying OH MY GOD YES!

And then I was saying “Oh my God yes!” out loud and I could feel his cock moving inside me, pulling back and then forward a bit, causing me to moan more, and then it pulled back a bit more and he pushed it in harder and it hit a spot in me that caused me to fling my head back and scream out “FUCK YES!”

I heard Steve moan “Jesus you are so fucking tight.” And his hands clamped down on my sides as he started to push and pull in me. I was in a true doggy style position on all fours as Steve was on his knees, starting to fuck me rhythmically. The “slap slap slap” of his balls and body hitting against me filled the hotel room. Our moans were growing. I could see his smile on his face as I looked back, as he saw the smile on mine.

“How’s that feel baby?” he growled at me.

I heard him call me baby and my eyes rolled as I said, “Fucking amazing Coach!”

He adjusted his grip on my waist, grabbing me tighter as he started to fuck me harder, making my moans louder with every thrust. I think I was screaming out “Oh my God!” with every push from him, as I started to writhe in pleasure as he pumped back and forth into me.

“Your ass feels amazing.” He muttered in my ear, his large body over top of me as he gyrated into me. “I’m not going to last long.” His tongue was in my ear, he was breathing heavily. I could feel cum leaking out of my cock as he fucked and bounced me back and forth on his dick. “Where do you want it?” he moaned loudly.

Without even thinking I screamed out “Inside me! Please! Fuck me!” I didn’t recognize my own voice as it pleaded with him. He growled loudly and picked up the pace, drilling my ass with hard powerful thrusts.

And then he hollered, “I’m cumming baby!” and he fucked me till he shot that load deep inside me. I felt the first shot and heard him moan, and grabbed my dick and stroked it hard, feeling my cum rise quickly and explode out of me as his third blast filled my ass. At that point he moaned louder as my ass clenched his cock with my own orgasmic reaction and he shuddered as he pumped two or three more blasts into me.

I felt his entire body crash down on me, shoving me forwards onto the bed, collapsing onto my stomach as Steve’s body landed on mine. I felt squished underneath him, but grabbed at his arms to hold him tightly to me. I was kissing whatever part of his flesh I could, as his enormous body completely covered mine.

Realizing he was probably killing me with his weight, he rolled over, taking his cock out of my ass along the way and ended on his side. I immediately rolled over to face him and my lips smashed against his in a passionate hungry kiss. He grabbed me in bear hug as we kissed, letting our breaths return to normal before we pulled away.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Holy fucking fuck.” He rolled onto his back, and stared up to the ceiling, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “That was incredible. Are you okay?” He turned to look at my face, holding my cheek.

I nodded, holding his hand against my face. “I loved it.”