Coming Home

It didn’t take very long to reach the stadium, but finding a parking spot was a pain, considering the thousands of other people who came to watch the game today. I never realized how many soccer fans there were in the South, but it seems they were out in force today. Still, we eventually made our way to the gates and after stopping at one of the many kiosks selling merch for the team, we made our way to our seats. It just so happened that we were right in the center of the field about fifteen rows back, so we had a pretty great view of the enormous grassy field spread out before us.

This whole time, Andrew was gushing about the game and how excited he was to finally be back watching a game live. In fact, I noticed him even talking a bit differently when he started going on about football and the clubs back in Scotland that he still watched every so often. I couldn’t hide the grin on my face as I told him, “Sir, did you know that your accent comes out a lot more whenever you talk about football?”

“Oh shit, no, is it really that bad?” He asked, growing a bit red.

“Not bad at all sir, I actually think it’s kind of hot if I’m being totally honest.”

He laughed loudly, “Good to know, boyo,” he said, planting a small kiss on my cheek before turning his attention to the field as it seemed the match was starting. I was waiting to see my old roommate enter the field, which was easy enough considering he was wearing the jersey labeled “1” and was already heading towards the goal. I leaned over to Andrew and said, “There he is, that’s my friend Tom.”

I thought he was going to explode, based on the reaction I got out of him, “Holy shit, you’re friends with Thomas Miller?”

“Uh… yeah, you know him?”

He gave me a completely dumbfounded look before replying, “Uh, yeah kiddo, he’s in the running for Player of the Year and is probably gonna be on the US National Team for the Olympics.”

Well shit, I didn’t realize Tom was doing that well. He never mentioned anything whenever we talked and I just assumed he was happy to be playing for Atlanta. I knew he was a big deal in college, but after I got my job, I kind of lost time for watching sports in general, not that I’d ever been a die-hard fan like some others. I guess I’ll have to congratulate him after the game today.

I didn’t expect to have as much fun as I did, but as the game progressed, it was a total blast to sit with Andrew and cheer with the rest of the crowd at every spectacular save from Tom and each goal for Atlanta. They obliterated the Chicago Fire, 3-0, and several hours later, Andrew and I were exhausted from keeping up with the enthusiasm of the crowd, but still. I was also a bit surprised when Andrew stretched his arm out, phone in hand, to take a selfie with me. He leaned in close and planted a kiss on my cheek as I gave a goofy smile to the camera, happy to be out in public with the man I loved.

“What was that for?”

“Kiddo, I just wanna remember this moment. This is probably one of the best days I’ve had in years and I can never thank you enough, but I can always try. I know how much you like these,” he said, grappling on to me and trailing short kisses along my cheek and down my neck before pulling away. “Now, why don’t you go introduce me to your friend, huh?”

I knew the night wasn’t over, as I led us deeper into the bowels of the stadium towards the spot Tom told me to meet him. We got a bite to eat while we waited and about an hour after the match, I saw my old friend for the first time in over a year.

Tom was always a very attractive guy. Tall and well built, but still light enough on his feet to play well. He’d always towered over me, something he enjoyed teasing me about since we met in our first year of college. He had mid length black hair that he kept pushed back and a pretty thin beard that still worked for him, as it just highlighted his chiseled features. I ran up and gave him a huge hug, before letting go and giving him a light smack on the arm.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were such a big deal, dude? I had to find out from my boyfriend here. Speaking of, Tom, this is Andrew, Andrew, Tom.”

He was gently rubbing the spot where I hit him and chuckling before he reached out and shook hands with Andrew, who was a bit starstruck, but managed to keep it together for the most part. Tom spoke up, “To be honest, Charlie. I just kind of liked having someone to talk to away from all this,” he said, gesturing around at the stadium. “You were always there to chat about whatever and it was nice to not worry about you having an ulterior motive, so I just kind of let it go. Plus, it’s not like you couldn’t have Googled me to find out for yourself.”

Fair point, I thought. I was about to speak up again when Tom started up once more, “And Andrew, it’s great to finally meet you. Charlie’s spoken a lot about you, and I mean a lot,” he said, jokingly emphasizing his point, much to my embarrassment. “So, you guys ready for a quick tour?”

***

It was wonderful to see Tom again and I have to admit, seeing all the behind-the-scenes stuff with Andrew was really awesome, especially when he got to meet some of the guys from the team. Most of them were freshly showered and just milling about in various stages of undress, but they were all pretty chill about meeting the two of us. While I made sure I was on my best behavior, it wasn’t hard to tell that both Andrew and I were really enjoying what we saw on display before us. All these men were incredibly fit, lean muscle and chiseled abs on nearly every man here. I could appreciate the amount of work they’d clearly all put in for the sport, but nothing could beat Andrew in my mind.

And apparently, it wasn’t just Andrew and I with wandering eyes. I saw one of the older men on the team start eyeing up Andrew, a hunger flashing across the man’s face before I wrapped my arm tightly around my man. The older gentleman saw me and with a small dip of his head acknowledged that I was with Andrew and went back to his business.

I knew it was getting late and Tom seemed pretty tired after today’s match, so I told him that we better head back to the hotel to give him an out. He seemed grateful, but walked with us for a bit before parting to head for his own car in the stadium’s private lot. I told Andrew I just wanted to say a quick goodbye and we walked a bit further off to have a word in private.

“Charlie, I gotta tell ya, you’re one lucky guy. It isn’t every day that you get to end up with one of your biggest crushes and I won’t lie, he really is quite a catch,” he said, a bit of a sad look in his eyes. That’s one of the main reasons Tom and I got along so well. We’d both bonded after we came out to each other at one of the mixers for gay students at school,, and with both of us coming from small towns, it was easy for us to find things to relate to. I’d told him all about my big crush on Mr. Macmillan and he told me about his own crush on his old assistant coach in high school, but had lost contact with him after graduating.

I had to really stretch myself out, but I gave him a big hug as a whispered, “Tom, there is a great guy out there just waiting for you. I promise you that. And maybe this will help,” I told him as I reached in my pocket and slipped a small piece of paper in his grasp. “You might be a big shot soccer player, but remember, I worked as a journalist.”

He was a bit confused at first, but opened the piece of paper and all that was written on there was a work phone number. “What is this, Charlie?”

“Well, I had to repay your kindness for helping with such an awesome first date, and it just so happens that your old coach, Mr. Mullins, is now the head coach for your school’s rival team. And the very chatty receptionist that I spoke with, told me he is very single and according to her, a ‘confirmed bachelor,’ so I think you might wanna give his office a call on Monday. Apparently, he’s there all by his lonesome, struggling to find a temporary assistant to help with the summer soccer camps…”

I felt Tom give me another big hug, this time actually lifting me a good foot off the ground before setting me back down. “Seriously Charlie, you think it could really work out?” he asked, some tears welling up as he looked down at me.

“Honestly, I don’t know, but from what Andrew told me, you’ve only got two games left before they were going to cut you loose to let you prepare for the Olympics anyways, so what do you have to lose?” I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, “But if he doesn’t go for you, he fucking crazy, got it?”

With a long final goodbye hug, I returned back to my boyfriend who’d been waiting patiently, but I could tell me kissing Tom had him a bit ruffled. “Don’t worry big guy, you’ve got nothing to worry about there. He’s got it real bad for his old coach.”

I felt the tension ease a bit from Andrew before he spoke, “Huh, who’d have thought? Hopefully it all works out okay for him, he seems like a real good guy, kiddo.”

“Oh, I know, but speaking of having it bad for coach…” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at Andrew, “How about we get out of here and I show you what else I bought for you to wear this weekend, hmm?”

I think Mr. Macmillan and I broke the record for fastest commute time in Atlanta as he pealed out of the parking lot as quick as possible, racing his way down the streets back to our honeymoon suite where I’d planned our own special match for rest of the evening.

                                                                                  ***

“You ready, boy?” Andrew called from the bathroom, where I’d told him to change into the outfit I bought him specifically for tonight.

“Yes sir, I am. And remember, just go with the flow. If either of us gets uncomfortable or it feels too weird, we stop, agreed?”

“Agreed.”

We’d gone over some ground rules a bit before, but we really wanted to make an impact and try some real roleplay. After today’s game and the visit to the locker room, I knew how turned on we both got from the athletic environment, so I was already sitting on the bed, hard as a rock. I hadn’t changed too much from today’s outfit, as I kept the jock, shorts and shirt, but I’d added a pair of long, knee high white socks to the soccer kit that I thought Andrew might like. I’d just propped myself up on the side of the bed when I heard the door behind me open up and I nearly shot my load then and there.

Mr. Macmillan stood in the doorway, the light shining behind him outlined the pure, masculine form of his beefy, thick chest. We wore a simple, deep blue athletic polo shirt, the fabric giving just enough stretch to wrap around his large biceps and meaty pecs, and it did little to hide the erect nipples I could see poking through the shiny material. His tight white shorts came up to about his mid-thigh and gave off a tantalizing view up his legs, the cords of muscle stretched taught underneath the layer of extra padding and hair he had all over. Like me, he had on knee high socks, jet black to match the baseball cap he wore over his hair. It looked like he had left the product out of it as it no longer held the stiff, pulled to the side style, but rather hung down under the hat, making him look more rugged than usual. Hanging from his neck was a simple black cord that ended in a shiny, metal whistle, that just added to the already masculine nature that exuded from him.

“Sorry about the mix up sport, I guess the hotel messed up the reservations for the team and you got left off the list. Seems like you’re gonna be bunking with me tonight if that’s alright with you?” he said. There was a slight hesitation as he spoke, as if he was embarrassed to be acting a bit, but I loved how hard he was trying.

“Not a problem at all, Coach. Hopefully with you I can actually get some sleep before the big game tomorrow. You know how rowdy some of those guys can get, haha,” I said, trying to match his commitment, showing him it was okay to let loose. It seemed to work as I watched his shoulders dip just a bit, as he eased out some of the awkward tension he’d been holding in.

“You don’t gotta remind me, haha. I remember what it was like at their age. All that restless energy. Hard to imagine me out on the field all day like you guys though, oof. My backs so sore from running you guys through your drills all day,” he said, giving a bit of a stretch and groan as he walked forward and sat down on the bed next to me. I jumped at the opportunity.

“Oh, well you know sir, I give a pretty good massage if you want. I don’t mind helping you get all that stress out. Can’t have the big guy too tired for tomorrow, right,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

Andrew turned to me and with a hunger in his eyes as he could see where this was going, said, “Sure thing kid, that sounds great!” and he turned over a bit, presenting me with the expanse of his muscled back, the shiny material of his shirt stretched taught across it. I reached up and began kneading gently, pressing in further at key points on his back that I knew he carried tension in from the weeks I’d gotten to explore his body.

“Sorry if I stink a bit kid, I hadn’t got a chance to take a shower yet.”

I chuckled a bit to myself, as I think Andrew was also catching on to the fact that I like how he smelled after a day out. I leaned in close, my nose hovering just under his arm as I gave a big sniff. “Smells alright to me, Coach,” I said softly, moving close to his ear. “But I gotta tell you, it’s a bit hard to really get in their deep, so this might have to go,” I said, tugging the edges of his shirt up. I’d grabbed his hat beforehand, and as I took his shirt off and his hairy back was exposed before me, I placed it back on his head backwards, before gently lowering him onto the bed.

“Hold on sir, let me get in a better position for ya,” I said, climbing up and straddling the lower part of his back, my legs resting just over the sides of his hips. My hard cock sat just between his cheeks, and I gently rubbed it up and down his crack as I slowly ran my hands up and down his back in one fluid motion. I loved the small groans of pleasure Andrew let out as I pressed my palms deeper into his upper back and shoulders. I know some people get turned off by back hair, but seeing Mr. Macmillan’s was incredibly hot, and I rubbed my fingers through it as I continued his massage. I scooted myself down and my hands traveled lower, running over the white cotton of his shorts as I grabbed each of his ass cheeks and gently kneaded them, making sure I ran my fingers close to the cleft of his cheeks, probing slightly as I went.

“Oh fuck, sport. That feels nice,” Andrew said, gently moaning into the comforter. I watched his hands grip it tighter with every pass my fingers made over his hole through his shorts. I knew it was feeling good for him and even though he hadn’t shown much interest in his own ass, I thought the roleplay would be a good time to explore the option for him.

“Sorry coach, but it’s hard to get a good grip down here with all this fabric,” I said, reaching up and pulling his shorts down, exposing his hairy, meaty ass to me. His cheeks looked amazing, pushed up from the jockstrap he’d been wearing all day and I could still see the faint discoloration in the bands as he’d clearly been sweating in it all day. I continued my massage, aided by the faint bit of sweat that now gathered on his exposed skin.

I got closer to him, my face inches away from Andrew’s hole as I took each cheek in a hand and gently pulled them away from each other, exposing his virgin hole. I gave a deep sniff, the musky scent emanating from him sent a pulse through my cock and I felt I nudge against his thigh. Forgetting the roleplay for a second, I’d dipped down and was about to shove my tongue in, when Andrew spoke up.

“Fuck, sport. I can feel your breathe down there. It feels kind of nice…” he said quietly.

“Good, but I think this might feel a bit better, Coach,” I said before I dove forward and ran my tongue in long strokes over his sweaty, hair covered hole. Andrew started moaning loudly, as from my own experience I knew how hot it must feel to have the smooth sensation of my tongue glide over his entrance, while my short, stubbly beard scratched his cheeks. From the gasps of pleasure I heard coming from Andrew, I figured I wasn’t far off in my assumption. As I continued to rim him, I could feel the sweat that had gathered on his skin on my cheeks, covering me in his musk.

“Fuck, sport, that’s so damn hot. You’re really making coach feel good, but I think you deserve some love too,” he said, pausing for just a second before adding, “I’ve never had anything up there, but I remember how much I wanted to fuck all the time at your age. So… if you’re gentle, you can have coach’s cherry.”

I stopped rimming him for a second, craning my head forward to make sure I’d heard him right. We’d never talked about this before and I wanted to be sure Andrew was ready, but as I looked up at him, I could tell he’d meant it.

He gave me a pleading look for just a moment before he spoke, barely whispering the words, “Please, Charlie. I want it.”

His desire lit a spark in me and I knew that if this was his first time, I was gonna make a damn good impression. I quickly pulled the jockstrap down and off his furry legs before stripping myself of everything but my socks. Guiding Andrew, I figured I’d make it easy for him by making his first time be in missionary, and as he got on his back, I trailed kisses up his hairy chest before meeting his lips in a passionate embrace. Reaching for the lube nearby, I gently applied some to his tight hole, feeling the tension as he started to close up from nerves.

“Hey, just look at me.” I said, keeping eye contact with him. “You’re doing amazing sir. Just tell me when to stop and I will, okay?” He gave a small nod, a bit of worry on his face, but it slowly gave way as I gently started to open him up. I felt his hole clamp around my first finger as I slowly moved it around, guiding his hole open. Andrew’s face held a faint grimace, as he said, “Fuck, is this what it feels like when I do this to you, sport?”

I laughed a bit, “No sir, your fingers are even thicker, but I promise, just give it a second.” At this point, we’d stopped the roleplay, as I knew I needed my full attention on making sure Andrew was alright. I waited another minute before slowly adding a second finger in, stretching him further. He gave a small grunt, but otherwise, seemed to take it a lot easier than the first. I moved my face down his chest and started nibbling gently on his nipples, the pleasure evident from the loud moan it elicited from him, as well as the gentle pulse I felt radiate from inside him. I’d just finished licking under his arms, eliciting a long, drawn out groan before I came back up and spoke.

“Luckily, I’m not very big, so I think you’re stretched enough sir. You ready?”

His hands, which had been clenched at his side this entire time, reached up and cupped my cheek. “For you, of course.”

I slowly eased my way inside him, pushing past the tightness of his pucker before his hole accepted me. To be honest, I’d never actually fucked anyone either, but from watching and feeling Andrew, I knew what to do. I stopped after the first inch or two and let him adjust, but thankfully the rimjob and fingering had done its job, as he soon urged me forward. I continued on, feeling my upper thigh stop after a moment as I was fully inside Mr. Macmillan at that point.

“Fuck, son, that actually feels kind of good!” he said, giving a faint chuckle before he gave me another faint kiss. “Now, why don’t you fuck daddy’s hole senseless boy, it’s all yours.”

I’d just pulled back a bit, ready to start fucking him when I froze, registering what he’d just said. I looked into his eyes and he now had a wide smile across his face.

“There he is. Daddy’s happy boy. I figured I had to have a surprise of my own after what you did for me today kiddo. So, what do you say? Are you gonna make me the happiest daddy in the world and show me a good time, boy?”

“Fuck yes, daddy.”

I started rocking in and out of his hole quickly, making sure I got in deep enough so he could feel the pressure of my head rubbing past his prostate with every thrust. It didn’t take long before I could hear the groans of pleasure erupt from his mouth as I knew he was finally experiencing and understanding the joys of getting fucked. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock, a stream of precum running down the side as I started stroking him in time with my thrusts. My hand moving up and down his cock, I kept up a steady rhythm for a few minutes before I could feel it having an effect on Andrew. He’d been crying out in pleasure for the past little bit, mumbling every possible dirty thought that crossed his mind. I made a mental note to myself to get him on his back more often if this is how I was gonna be rewarded.

He reached up, pinching my nipples before he spoke up, “Boy, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, so I hope you’re ready to cum inside daddy. Fuck yeah, give it to me baby.”

I leaned in close and gave him a deep kiss, my tongue dueling his as I felt him lose the fight, after the first shot of cum erupted from his cock. I thrust in deep at the same time and let loose, feeling my final thrust force the cum from his cock as it shot out further than ever before. His load covered his upper chest, landing softly in the thick pelt of hair that ran across his body. My own load deep inside of him, as I felt each shot from his cock constrict his hole around me and I nearly passed out from the pleasure.

I pulled out of Andrew, both of us panting and gasping after such an intense experience before I turned towards him, giving him a gentle kiss.

“So, how was that, daddy?” I said, wiggling my eyebrows as I spoke.

He gave a hearty laugh before responding, “Boy, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, hands down. And to tell you the truth, it was super-hot having you call me daddy.”

He turned a bit more serious as he looked deeply at me. “Kid, I love you, I really do. And if you’d have me. I’d love for you to be my boy. My son.”

I threw my arms around him and pulled him in close. I felt the sweat along his back and my own sweat dibbling down my arms as I responded, “Absolutely, daddy. I love you too. And I promise, if you ever want to stop, just tell me. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I know that, boy. I mean, hell, you just talked me through one of the biggest anxieties I’ve hand since we first got together,” he said, turning his eyes down as he spoke. “I was so afraid to give myself to you. I don’t know, I guess it just made me feel like less of a man. Less of the man you saw me as, but I know that’s ridiculous.” He added a laugh, “To be honest, you filling me up made me feel like more of a man than ever. It felt nice to give something back to you after all these weeks of you showing me so much love and attention, boy.”

“Sir, I’ll never get tired of you fucking me, but whenever you want it, say the word. Cause this,” I said, reaching behind and giving his ass a nice slap, “is all mine.”

We both dissolved into a fit a quiet laughter, content to enjoy the rest of our night together as just two people, hopelessly in love.