Put Me in Coach, I'm Ready to Play

Playing Some More

I sat in silence as my Coach drove me home. I was feeling all sorts of things after we had just kissed in the Wendy’s parking lot a few moments ago. My cock was rock hard but thank God I was wearing a jock with a cup! I wasn’t sure if it was the way this big man had kissed me, or the slight concussion from the blow to the head I had received during the game, but my head was spinning.

Steve had broken the kiss, pulled back and smiled at me. Then put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking lot without saying a word. Now I was almost home, and we hadn’t said a word.

He pulled slowly into my driveway and put the car in park.

“I’m sorry!” I suddenly blurted out.

Steve turned to me with that sexy smile of his and looked at me carefully. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about Brian.” There was my name again. And my heart did a little flutter.

“I don’t know why I did that,” I said quietly, lowering my head so I wasn’t looking at him anymore.

His giant hand came to my leg and rested on it. “Hey,” he said quietly. “I’m glad it happened.”

I raised my head and looked into his light brown eyes.

“I said it was okay.” He said smiling. “And I did kiss you back.” He added, so quietly I wasn’t sure I heard him. “And I liked it too.” He smiled, with a mixture of sadness and happiness at the same time.

I felt my mouth fall open in shock. “You…did?” I asked meekly.

“Brian.” He said simply, and then rubbed my leg. “I did.” Then he patted my leg. “But you hit your head tonight. So, before this goes any further, I think you need to get some rest. We have the first championship game in a few days and I need you back on your feet.” He leaned back, pulling his hand away, and then said, “And before then, we can talk about what happened between us. Okay?” His eyebrows raised up and I nodded. “But I want you to know that I wanted it as much as you did, okay?” He put his hand on my neck and kind of shook me a little. “Now go rest and I’ll check up on you tomorrow night and we can talk.”

My heart was racing, and I found myself nodding. “Okay.” I said quietly.

I reached for the door and his hand on my neck stopped me and pulled me in a bit. “For what it’s worth, you’re a very good kisser.” He winked at me with that smile of his.

“Well, thanks,” I blushed. “I’ve never actually, uh, kissed anyone before.”

Steve pulled away from me and sat back. “Really?” he asked quietly, studying me. “No one? Not even a girl?”

I shook my head slowly. “Look at me Coach. I’m not the typical 18 year old. I’m too short so no one’s really interested in me.”

Steve rested his left arm on the steering wheel and shook his head with a small laugh. “You still have time to grow, and I don’t know if you noticed but you are fucking cute as hell.” Then his right hand was on m thigh again. “So, it looks like we have a lot to talk about tomorrow night, cause I’m going to have to make sure you know just how hot you are Brian.” He did it again, said my name and it made me swoon. I found myself smiling.

“Okay.” I said getting out of the car. I shut the door and headed to the front door of our small townhouse. I stopped and turned to watch his car reverse and start to drive away. He moved slowly by me, looking at me through his open window, his left arm bulging and hanging out the window. He raised it in a wave, and I found myself waving back with a big grin on my face.

I’d just had my first kiss. And it was with my married coach.

I went in the house to find it empty, and ran up the stairs to my room, slammed the door shut and yanked off my entire uniform, down to my jock and ripped the hard cup protection part out and threw it across the room to the pile of clothes on my floor and flopped down on the bed. My hand reached into the pocket of my jock and I could feel my thick cock coming awake, as I closed my eyes and relived that kiss with Steve. His tongue in my mouth. The way his hands felt on my cheek and on my leg. The way his leg felt under my hand.

I was hard and stroking my cock slowly as my mind continued. I pictured his ass bent over in front of me picking up the equipment. The way his eyes looked into mine at the mound when he was making sure I was okay. The way his bicep looked as he waved goodbye to me at my door.

Harder I pumped my cock. Now thinking about him with his shirt off, picturing his chest bare and exposed, wondering if it was covered in hair. I pictured his strong shoulders and my hands on them, feeling his naked flesh. I pictured him in his shorts as he appeared sometimes at practices, his legs thick and meaty, not too hairy and rippling with muscles. I imagined his shorts down, picturing what his ass would look like naked, and then turning to show me what he was hiding underneath those shorts, under that uniform, all this time….and as I thought about his cock, I shot a load of cum straight up my smooth chest.

I had never fantasized about my coach while jerking off before. Suddenly he was all I could think of.

Steve arranged for a practice the following night. I took my mom’s car and met him at the practice field about 9pm. It was late, but it was the only time the field was free on such short notice. When I pulled into the area, I noticed his car as the only one in the lot. I slipped on my cleets, grabbed my gear and headed to the dugout where, I assumed, he was waiting for me. I was wearing a loose pair of jogging pants with a short sleeve tee as the evening was a bit hot still as it was the end of July. I was both nervous and excited to see Steve again. And I wasn’t sure if this was going to change things for us.

I rounded the corner of the dugout and saw him sitting alone in the dugout. He looked up at me instantly and stood. I took in his big body – a simple plain grey tee shirt clung to his massive chest and arms, and a pair of black gym shorts, hanging loose over his big tree trunk thick muscled legs. He had a pair of Adidas shoes on without any socks, and for some reason I found myself looking at his sexy ankles.

He came over to me and embraced me in a hug, which was a little bit of a surprise and caught me off guard. It was a big squeeze, almost a bear hug, and when he released me, he took my baseball bag from me and put it down, taking my hand in his and pulling me over to the bench to sit down beside him.

“You don’t need that. I don’t want you to practice, I just needed an excuse to get a spot where we could talk and be alone.” He said as we sat side by side, our knees touching on the bench. I felt an electric shock as his big knee touched mine. I wished now that I was wearing shorts, if only to feel our bare legs together.

I looked down and noticed he was still holding my hand in his.

The park we were in had three fields, all of them at this point empty. It was oddly quiet, and we were hidden in the dugout from anyone as we faced into a forest beyond our practice field. I heard Steve take in a deep breath as he began to talk.

“Look,” he started, “I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable with me.” He was squeezing my hand at certain points as he talked, reassuring me with his grip as I listened to his deep voice. “I think what happened with us is natural for you, since you don’t really have a father. It’s okay that you are feeling things.”

I looked up into his eyes which were on me as he spoke. My hand felt so small in his as we sat there, and I looked down at our hands together, mine looked tiny compared to his thick paw, his veins pronounced, his fingers thick and strong. I suddenly wanted to suck them in my mouth.

“And I will never do anything to you that you don’t want to do. You can trust me. I will always keep your trust and secrets, if you can promise me you will do the same for me.” He looked down at me, trying to raise my eyes to his with just his look. I met his gaze and nodded.

“I trust you Coach. I always have.” I said quietly, my eyes back on our locked hands. It felt so good to be holding his hand. I squeezed his now.

We were quiet for a minute, listening to the sounds of our own breaths, looking at each other’s bodies as we sat so close together, alone on the bench.

“I know you’re married and all,” I said quietly. “I would never do anything that would hurt that.”

Steve sighed. I couldn’t read what he was thinking. His son Trevor was my friend, my teammate. His wife Leanne was nice. Tall and pretty. She was always so nice to me. I couldn’t imagine hurting them.

“Have you done much…with other guys?” I asked quietly.

Steve looked at me. For a long time without saying anything. I wondered if I was crossing a line, and scared that if I said the wrong thing he would walk away and the remaining season of baseball would be torture.

“No,” he finally said. “At least not for a long, long time.” He then took a very deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “I promised myself I wouldn’t…that I would be faithful to Lee…that I would behave.” He looked down at me then, and I could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Oh.” I said sadly.

He squeezed my hand at this point, tightly. He was so strong it felt like he would crush it. “But I don’t think I can stop it anymore.” He said to me so quietly and full of emotion I looked up at him. His eyes were glossy, watery, and they were looking at me. “I went home last night,” he started to say and then stopped, gave a little laugh, and then cleared his throat, and started again. “I went home last night after I dropped you off, and I jerked off, thinking about you.” He looked down when he said it.

I gave a little laugh and squeezed his hand back. “I did the same thing. As soon as you drove away.”

His eyes seemed to lighten up. “I haven’t had an orgasm like that in years Brian.”

He called me by my name again, and I felt dizzy sitting next to him. This time I knew it wasn’t from the concussion.

“The last time I had an orgasm like that was during the first year you were on the team….” His voice trailed off. He cleared his throat again and looked at me with that sad look again. “I thought I was a monster then…you were only 14….” His eyes filled with water and a tear dropped down his cheek. I looked up at him realizing what he was telling me.

“You mean…?”

He nodded. “I’ve thought about you a lot. But I was trying so hard to control my urges for you.”

“I thought there was something wrong with me,” I added quietly. “I have been thinking about you a lot too.”

He wiped his eye with his free hand. “And when you told me last night that you haven’t even kissed anyone I thought I was a monster again, so I won’t do anything, ANYTHING to hurt you or that you don’t want to do…” he trailed off, and took another deep breath, shivering a bit as if trying to ward off any more emotions, “But, now that you are 18...I want to. If you do.”

I sat there taking it all in. He had been fantasizing about me longer than I had been fantasizing about him! I moved a bit closer to him to sit beside him, our knees now side by side, our thighs touching together, and I put my head on his shoulder. “I do.” I said quietly.

It was as if he released all the tension in his body when I said it. His hand squeezed mine again tight and he brought our hands up to his lips, where he kissed the back of my hand.

I never thought a man who was as masculine as Steve, as big and butch and built as Steve, would be so gentle, so passionate, and full of emotion, but here he was, spilling his heart out to me, telling me he harbored this dirty secret all along, when it was me that was feeling shame. I suddenly felt safe, and wanted, at last.

He pulled me onto his lap at that moment, my legs moving to straddle him, our hands still locked together as our other hands found the other’s, and we kissed. I could feel his cock hard underneath me, free from baseball uniforms and jockstraps and gearshifts in cars. The gentle breeze added to the goose bumps I was feeling as our tongues entered each other’s mouths, as the tension in us evaporated and we just let go, kissing one another and freeing our emotions.

My cock was instantly hard as a rock as I climbed on top of his big body. Thank God I was't wearing a jock tonight. It rubbed against his stomach as he let go of my hands and pulled me into him in a strong hold. I instinctively pressed and rubbed against him as we kissed, becoming more and more comfortable and free and safe with him. And then his big hand moved in between us and his hand found my cock.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled when he felt it. “How big is this thing?!” He was giggling like a school girl as he backed off my lips to look down.

“I don’t know,” I said bashfully. Being so short and small, I just assumed that my cock was like the rest of me, having nothing to compare to as I grew older. I had a fine dusting of light brown hair at the base of my cock at last, but there wasn’t much. And even though I jerked my cock a lot lately, I never really thought of myself as being one of those hung guys.

Steve grabbed it through my pants, squeezing it in his hand. “Look at it!” He groaned. He looked up at my eyes and asked me if he could see it.

I stood up off him and pulled my pants down, presenting my rock hard cock to him.

“Fuck,” he said quietly as my cut dick stared at him. He grabbed it with his right hand and immediately I gasped at his touch. No one has ever touched my dick and the feeling was intense. He saw me flinch, and saw the pleasure come over me. “I guess it’s true what they say, little guys, big dicks.” He said smiling widely and then he bent forward and opened his mouth.

To say that it was an incredible feeling is an understatement. Do you remember that first blow job, that first warm mouth covering your cock? The feeling that rushes through your body as the sensation overtakes you? The involuntary convulsions that happen as an expert cocksucker takes over your cock and simply sucks you? It all happened right then.

And because I was 18 and this was my first, I shot a load of cum down his throat in about a minute.

“I’m so sorry!” I said as he leaned back, swallowing the enormous load I shot in him. “I couldn’t help it!”

Steve was still stroking my hard cock. “Don’t ever apologize for cumming,” he laughed, wiping what he thought had spilled from his lips off of his beard. “You tasted fantastic.” He growled at me.

I could see the tent in his gym shorts as he sat there. He looked up at me and our eyes met. “Can I?” I asked.

He grinned, and sat back, pulling his shorts out and over his cock, tucking them under his balls. I stood above him as he sat on the dugout bench, taking in the sight of his cock. It was beautiful. Standing straight up and hard. It was one solid thick rod, the helmet of his cock a thick bulbous cap that had a drop of cum already leaking out. It had a light patch of hair around the base, but otherwise it was a giant smooth cock. His balls were big, round, and hardly hairy at all much like mine. His cock was thicker than mine, longer than mine, and meatier than mine. It matched the rest of his big body. I knelt down in front of him, and with both hands took it in my grip.

It felt solid, thick, like I was holding a hard rubber toy. I could smell the scent of him, all manly and musky, which drove me inward to inhale more. He smelled incredible. My tongue came out to taste my first cock, starting at the base and making my way up. Steve was shuddering a bit in my hands, as my tongue travelled up his shaft I could hear him growling in pleasure. I tasted his cum as I licked up the oozing drop from the tip of his head. Salty but sweet. I wondered if the entire load tasted this good.

I licked the head of his cock until I heard him begging me to suck it. I opened my mouth, and let it slide in, realizing how much I was enjoying having a man's dick in me. I swallowed as much of that cock as I could, hardly able to wrap my fingers around the base as I held it straight up. It was a thick 9 inches I would later discover as we compared cocks, with mine only slighter thinner than his, and slightly smaller at a solid 8 inches. I felt like an explorer travelling over new land as I sucked him up and down slowly.

Like me, it was too much for Steve and he suddenly announced that he was cumming. He grabbed the sides of my head and his entire body started to shake violently as he tried to hold back his grunts and growls. I held his cock in my hands and my mouth over top as I sucked the cum from him, stroking slowly as I milked it into my throat. The first shot hitting me in the back of my throat, causing me to gag in surprise and stroke it faster as I quickly started to swallow, bobbing up and down on it. Explosion after explosion filled my throat and I tried desperately to please him, swallowing all of it, making sure I didn’t spill a drop as I felt his cock softening in my hands.

I sat back when he was done, and now he was the one apologizing for cumming too quickly.

“Was that like the orgasm you had last night?” I asked, as his body stopped shaking.

“No,” he said breathlessly, “It was better.” He wiped his forehead. “I needed that.” He said, trying to catch his breath. He pulled me up and into his face and kissed me deep. I could taste my cum on his tongue as I’m sure he could taste his on mine. He groaned as he kissed me, my hands on his solid chest covered by his tee shirt. I wanted to feel his naked body. I wanted to explore more. I wanted to please him. I simply wanted him.

He pushed me away gently, suddenly realizing where we were, out in the open on the dugout bench in a public field. He pulled his shorts back up over his cock and urged me to pull up mine. He stood up and looked around, seeing no one was there, and then relaxed again. He took a deep breath and pulled my body into his. My head came face to face with the bottom portion of his pecs, and I found my nose burying itself into the middle of his meaty chest. My hands wrapped around him to his waist as his held me tight against him. Again he bent down and I could feel his head resting on the top of mine.

“How do you feel?” He finally asked me quietly.

I took in a deep breath, breathing in his scent, still tasting his load in my throat. “Very good.” I purred.

He laughed softly above me. “Good.” He said. “Me too.”

“Thank you, Coach.” I said into his chest.

He laughed again. “I think I should be thanking you. I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me!”

I pulled back so I could look up at him. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. I know what I want now. It’s you. Just you.”

He smiled at me and bent down to kiss me. “Promise me it’s between just us.” He said quietly. “Just us. No one else. I want to teach you everything, but I have to be careful.”

I nodded. “I understand. I’m all yours.”

Steve smiled again, and pulled me in to him, holding me tight. I could have stayed like that forever.