Recap: I barely slept after everything that happened with Coach Grayson, his touch and the tension between us still lingering in my body even as we forced ourselves back into routine. Through weigh-ins and a full day of matches, the team kept winning, but I couldn’t stay focused. My attention kept drifting back to him, to every look and every small moment we shared, like neither of us had really moved on from the night before.
By the time we got back to the hotel room, that same tension was already waiting for us. We tried to sit side by side and review matches like nothing had changed, but it was pointless. Grayson noticed the way I kept looking at his bulge through the sweats, the way my body reacted, and even while he kept insisting it was wrong and should not happen again, he couldn’t ignore it either.
Clothes came off fast, both of us naked and hard again, his thick six-and-a-half inches leaking against my stomach while he stroked us together, grunting that this was the last time even as his hand tightened and his hips rolled. He asked if I wanted more than jerking off, asked if I wanted to suck his dick, and the words hung there in the quiet room, raw and impossible to ignore, my mouth already watering as I stared at the flushed head and the bead of pre-cum rolling down the shaft.
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“You wanna suck my dick, Logan?”
The question landed heavy, thick with everything we had both been pretending not to want. My pulse hammered so loud I could feel it in my throat. I stared at his cock, still coated with both of our pre-cum from our earlier strokes, thick and veiny, the head flushed dark purple and shiny. My mouth watered instantly. My own cock throbbed in anticipation.
Inside my head everything spun. He is supposed to be straight. Divorced, gruff, the kind of man who would never admit this is anything more than release. Yet here he is, naked and hard on this bed, asking me to wrap my lips around his cock like it’s perfectly normal for a coach to ask his student to do that.
I stammered. “I… uh… I…Coach”
Grayson leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs wider. The mattress creaked under the shift. He wrapped one big hand around the base of his cock and started stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on mine. The foreskin glided back and forth over the head with each pass, fresh pre-cum oozed out of his tip and rolled down the shaft to coat his fingers.
“This is just… curiosity,” he said, voice low and rough. “One last thing to get it out of our system. Doesn’t change who I am.”
He keeps saying that. But his cock is leaking like crazy, pre-cum dripping over his knuckles, and his eyes are begging me to suck him even if his mouth won’t admit it.
I slid down the bed between his legs, still sitting, knees tucked under me. My mouth hovered near his inner thighs. The heat pouring off him was intense, his musk already filling my nose, sharp and salty. I looked up at him, heart slamming. “Okay…Coach”
I leaned in. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock. The feeling hit me all at once: hot, heavy, velvet skin stretched tight over steel hardness, veins pulsing under my fingers, pre-cum sticking to my palm. His cock throbbed non-stop in my grip, thick and alive.
I bent down and flicked my tongue over the head, slow and tentative. The first taste exploded across my tongue: salty pre-cum, warm and slightly bitter, mixed with the clean musk of his skin. My cock jumped against my stomach.
Grayson’s thighs flexed hard on either side of me. He breathed heavier, a low sound rumbling in his chest. “Hmmm, yeah…”
I took the head into my mouth slowly. Just the tip at first. My lips closed around it, soft and pouting, sucking gently. Tongue swirled over the ridge, tasting more of that salty leak. The foreskin pulled back further as I worked my mouth, exposing more of the flushed head. I nibbled lightly on the underside, then sucked harder, cheeks hollowing. Pre-cum coated my tongue in steady drops.
Grayson’s hand reached the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, guiding me downward without forcing. “Yeah… take it… Hayes…”
I opened wider. His cock slid deeper, filling my mouth inch by inch. The shaft stretched my lips, heavy and hot on my tongue. His musk flooded my nose completely, thick pubes brushing my upper lip as I took him to the back of my throat. I gagged softly, throat fluttering around the head. Spit pooled at the corners of my mouth.
Grayson grunted low. “Careful, boy. Go nice and slow…no need to hurry”
I sucked nice and slow. Wet pulls up and down his entire six and a half inches, tongue flat against the underside, cheeks tight, spit dripping down his shaft and coating his balls. His hips started rocking gently, shallow thrusts that matched my rhythm. Low moans spilled from his throat.
“Fuck… Hayes… your lips are so damn soft, boy…”
I looked up at him, mouth full of cock, eyes watering slightly from the depth. Grayson watched me, eyes dark and heavy, breathing ragged. His hand moved from the back of my head to my jaw, thumb brushing over my cheek where my lips stretched around him.
“Hayes,” he murmured. “I saw you looking at Jake today…”
I kept sucking, humming around his shaft. The vibration made him groan louder.
“You got a thing for him, don’t you, boy?”
I hummed again, deeper this time, taking him all the way until my nose pressed into his pubes. He was right. I had been looking at Jake today — the way his singlet clung to every muscle, the confident swing of his soft cock in the locker room when he stripped down, the hotshot way he owned the mat and the room after. One of the reasons I loved wrestling was the hot men in singlets, bodies built for power and contact, sweat making everything glisten. Jake happened to be the hottest on the team, inked and cocky and built like he could pin anyone he wanted.
But he was nothing compared to this. Coach Grayson could pick me up and fuck me if he wanted. He could pin me to the mat, to the bed, to anything, and I would let him. I kept deep-throating him, trying to take him as long as my throat could handle his cock, maybe wanting him to feel how much I was into him. Maybe after this he would not just call it “the last time.” Maybe things would escalate further than a blowjob.
Grayson fucked my mouth harder. Gawk-gawk sounds filled the room as spit dripped down his shaft and balls. My throat burned, but I kept going, taking every thrust.
“Mhmm, boy… you are not what I expected you to be…”
His hands moved to both sides of my face now, holding me steady.
“You love cock, don’t you?”
I nodded with my mouth full of his cock.
He started fucking my mouth, hips snapping upward, cock sliding deep into my throat with every stroke.
“Here I go… ready?”
I blinked up at him, eyes watering, trying to nod around his cock. Yes, Coach. I’m ready to take your load down my throat.
Grayson tensed. His abs clenched against my forehead. His cock swelled on my tongue. Then he erupted. Thick ropes flooded my mouth, hot and heavy. I swallowed what I could, throat working around him, but more spilled out, dripping from the corners of my lips, running down my chin, splattering onto his crotch and abs. He groaned long and broken, body shaking, hands tight on my face as he pulsed through it.
“That is one of the best blowjobs I have ever had,” he rasped when he finally stopped.
I smiled slowly, taking my mouth off his cock. It glistened with spit and the haze of his release. I leaned into his crotch, tongue flicking out to lick the remaining cum that had dripped onto his shaft and balls. Then I moved higher, licking it from the ridges of his abs, tasting the salty mix of him and sweat. I looked up through his pecs, nipples hard and peaked, and saw him smiling down at me, eyes soft for the first time.
“Just cleaning you up, Coach,” I said quietly.
Grayson’s thumb brushed over my lower lip, wiping a stray drop of his cum. “Good job, Hayes… good fucking job.”
I turned over on the bed. My cock was rock hard, flushed dark, pre-cum stringing from the head down the shaft.
Grayson stared at it, eyes dark and hungry. “You wanna cum too?”
I looked at him, confused, then nodded innocently. My hand wrapped around my cock and started stroking slowly.
However, something I didn’t expect was that Grayson turned his body toward me fully, shifting on the mattress so his chest almost brushed my side. His eyes flicked down to my cock, then back up to my face, and for the first time all night I saw real uncertainty crack through the gruff mask. His jaw clenched tight, beard twitching once like he was biting back words. A faint tremor ran through his shoulders. His breathing hitched, shallow and uneven, the way it did right before he came last night.
“Never done this before,” he said again, quieter this time, almost like he was reminding himself. “Never even thought about it.”
He leaned closer towards my cock. His breath washed warm and unsteady against my shaft, stirring the fine hairs there. His eyes lifted to mine; storm-cloud dark, pupils blown wide, but with something raw and almost frightened flickering behind them. The straight coach who barked orders on the mat, who pinned guys twice his size without blinking, looked… nervous. Like he was standing on the edge of something he could not name and was terrified to step over.
“This doesn’t make me gay, Hayes…” His voice cracked on the last word, barely above a whisper. “I’m just… returning the favor.”
I nodded, pulse roaring in my ears. Inside my head everything was screaming at once. He is about to put his mouth on my cock. The same man who swore up and down it was one-time, who kept repeating it does not change who he is, who called it bro stuff and release and curiosity, now has his lips inches from my dick. His breath is already touching me. His eyes are locked on mine like he is waiting for permission to fall.
Fuck….Look at him—jaw tight, hands trembling just slightly, cock still leaking onto the sheet even after he came down my throat. This does not feel like “just one last time” like he always says. This feels like the beginning of something neither of us knows how to stop.
He hesitated one more heartbeat, eyes searching mine, then slowly….agonizingly slowly…closed the distance.
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