Coach Woods

It was almost like the more I believed there was something meaningful between Eddie and Jordan, the harder I got on Eddie during practice. And the harder I was on him, the more my the head coach respected me, and the more the other guys worked harder, almost in response to Eddie seeming to not quite be sure what to think about me.

But if I was going to stay here, it had to be about more than just coaching. Hell. I could have gotten a job coaching almost anywhere.

So I kept my eye on Eddie and Jordan, and somehow the more I did, the more I was able to be ok with thinking of all the good times I had had with Jamal, no matter how badly I still missed him.

I was even back to cumming every now and then.

Nobody on the field seemed to doubt that I was helping the team. But that almost pissed me off. What I really wanted to do was get this asshole jock to understand who he was, and who he had the ability to be. And that had me pushing him harder and harder.

So one day I came up with whatever excuse I could to make him stay after and run extra laps. He knew he had to. Even in his full uniform. And he really did seem to be trying to please me. The whole situation was one he genuinely seemed to have never been in before.

I stopped. Just about when he was about ready to drop from exhaustion.

And then I followed him into the shower. He was spent, although probably in better shape than he had ever been, in his whole life.

And as he started undressing to shower, I stopped.

“Come over to my place as soon as you’re done showering.”

He really didn’t dare say no.

I went in and showered myself, changed my clothes, and headed to my car.

Eddie was heading to his truck.

I stopped beside him.

“Just get in here with me.”

I couldn’t help wondering why he was so damned submissive to me. I knew he was a top. At least as much of a top as I had been, and was. And I could see, every day, how submissive Jordan wanted to be to him.

That was pissing me off more than anything.

Eddie got in, and we drove quietly to my place. The place I was renting at the edge of the town.

Eddie looked at me. I knew he thought I hated him. Dumb ass.

I had to break through somehow.

We went in. It was so unlike him to act so sheepish.

No one had ever been inside my place before.

Eddie saw the picture I had of Jamal on the fireplace.

“Wow. Is that Jamal?”

I looked at Eddie. He had even remembered the name. Was he really paying attention?

“He’s even more attractive than you are, Coach.” Even as he went beet red.

Shit. Was he coming on to me now?

“Damn. I want you to strip. Naked.”

Eddie didn’t even seem to be surprised. He just looked at me and stripped. He even halfway seemed to have expected it.

He looked at the picture of Jamal. He looked at me.

And there he was, stark naked. Almost, but not quite, embarrassed that his dick was hard.

“Fuck.”

“Damn. Are you always mad at me, Coach?”

I looked at him. He really seemed to be trying to look into my eyes.

“Sit down.”

He did. I stripped. Almost just for the hell of it.

“You think I really want to be here?”

Eddie seemed to have no idea what to say.

“I’m here because of Jamal.”

Eddie seemed a bit puzzled.

“And Jordan.”

Now he was really curious.

“And you.”

Eddie almost seemed to want to say something.

“I am listening to you, Coach. Honest.” He halfway seemed on the verge of tears.

Now I was interested.

“Jordan comes over to my place every night. Even if it is just to help me with my math.”

I was listening. He had actually listened to what I most wanted him to hear.

“So?”

Eddie’s dick had gone soft, even as he sat there naked.

“I’m not sure what I should do, Coach.”

“About?”

“I don’t think about anybody like I think about him. I even have dreams of him at night. I throw out all sorts of stupid small talk. Talk that has gotten me plenty of blow jobs before.”

I kept listening.

“But I don’t want just a blow job from him, Coach.”

“Shit. You really only know how to think with your head or your dick.”

His ears were wide open, even as I thumped him, right in the middle of his chest.

“You seeing him tonight?”

“Of course. I do my best to see him every single night, even if it is before I go see my girl.”

“Fuck. One more mess you’re gonna have to sort out.”

Eddie seemed crestfallen.

I put the picture of Jamal in his hands. “Look in his eyes.”

I could tell Eddie was starting to go hard again.

Eddie looked at me.

“Tonight, you need to promise me that you’re gonna look straight into Jordan’s eyes.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck?”

“I even jerk off just thinking about his eyes, Coach. I’ve even started thinking about him when I fuck my girl.”

There was something more he was trying to say.

I waited.

“What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Shit. This is so unlike you, isn’t it?”

I sat down right beside him. Our naked legs were touching each other, even as his cock remained hard, with Jamal’s picture in his hand.

I grabbed his dick, pretty hard. And even pulled.

He looked at me. But would have let me do anything I wanted to do. He even opened his legs further.

“I’m staying here because you have the potential to have what Jamal and I had. Jamal must be telling me that somehow. Plus all this crazy athletic shit. I’m glad you’re so quick to obey me. But I want you to work on obeying your own damned heart.”

And I let go of the tight hold I had on his cock, and thumped him right in the middle of his chest.

“Tonight. I want you to look in his eyes. I don’t care when. And I want you to keep looking until your cock goes hard. You hear me?”

“Fuck.”

“Whether you tell him, or show him, is up to you. But I want you to at least say something kind to him. Not like the stupid shit I hear you saying to your bro gang. Right out of that god-damned cold heart of yours.”

He stared at me.

“I’m going to make a proper top out of you, if it kills me.”

I grabbed his cock and his balls.

And then I kissed him. Gently, but quickly. And let go.

I knew he saw that my cock was hard.

“Thank you, Coach.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Jamal.”

Eddie looked at the picture again.