Put Me in Coach, I'm Ready to Play

“I can’t wait to fuck you again.” His voice was quiet, practically loud enough for me to hear him. Barely a whisper, he continued. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. When can I see you?”

I was in my bedroom, curled up on the floor beside my bed with the phone cradled to my ear. My heart was beating fast and I was trying to be quiet so no one would hear. “I can get away any day now. It’s the Christmas break so I don’t have school for another week.”

I heard him breathe in deeply and let it out slowly. “If I can free up my place, would you feel comfortable coming over?” He paused. “I want to fuck you in every room here.” He said with an obvious gruffness to his voice.

My cock was boning in my jeans. I gripped the phone tighter. “I’d love that.”

“Okay. How about Friday?” He quickly said. “I’ll have the place to myself all day till 5.” He sounded excited.

I swallowed nervously. Friday was the day after tomorrow. I couldn’t wait. “What time?”

“Anytime, after 10 to be safe.” I loved listening to his deep voice.

“I’ll come for 10 then.” I said without thinking.

He gave a little chuckle at my eagerness. “Miss me already do you boy?”

I smiled at this, knowing it was true. “I do.”

I heard him breath in slowly again, sounding so masculine and rugged. “Good. Cause I sure miss you boy.” There was a pause. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you…my cock in you….”

That made me grin wide. “Good.” I heard him laugh, before I asked him at last, “Just tell me where you live, and I’ll be there at 10 on Friday.”

Rick paused for a second on the other end of the phone, before rhyming off his address and even telling me where to park. “You know where it is?”

My heart was still beating fast as I wrote down the address. I was familiar with the area, not too far out and in a nice neighbourhood. It had been a couple weeks since I ran into Rick at the bathhouse after seeing my coach Steve leave just minutes before. Rick appeared from his room, that big muscled beefy body caught my attention right away. And when I made it back to his private room, I had an unbelievable connection with him once again, from the moment he kissed me till he exploded in my ass. I had found a new “daddy” and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Rick had given me his phone number and told me to call when I could. I called him once last week and we talked for a long time. We tried to plan another meeting at the bathhouse but with the holidays coming up, he couldn’t get away.

Today was Boxing Day, and he had asked me to call him at noon if I could. I had watched the clock the entire morning. When my mother announced at 11 o’clock she was going boxing day shopping, leaving me alone in the house at last, I slipped away to my room with the home phone to make the call.

I hadn’t seen Steve since I saw him coming out of the bathhouse that same night Rick fucked me. He didn’t come by the next Tuesday again, and it had been a couple weeks now due to my mother’s bowling night taking a Christmas break as well. I hadn’t heard from him at all.

There was a part of me that was still hurt, but a new part of me that realized I was lusting after Rick more and more. He kissed with more passion than Steve. When he called me “boy” it wasn’t degrading or insulting, but rather sincere and loving. And when he fucked me that second time, he wasn’t in it to just get off. He wanted to make love to me, as crazy as that sounds.

When I heard the doorbell, I ran down the stairs in a haze, realizing in two days I was going to see Rick. At his house. And I would get to know him more. And he wanted to fuck me in every room of his place.

I opened the door to see my hunk of a coach, Steve standing there with a grin. “Hey B.”

He had his big black winter coat on over a red sweater and his jeans. He wasn’t wearing a hat or gloves, and his grin caught me off guard. My heart skipped a beat as I stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you alone?” He asked quietly, looking behind me.

“Yeah, but…” I started to say but he stepped inside, pushing me in and closing the door behind me. In one fast motion, he backed me straight up to the wall behind the door and pinned me to it, kissing me hard. I was too surprised to resist at first, but my erection in my pants made me cave and I was kissing him back just as frantically. The fact was I missed him. And I was suddenly so happy and aroused to have him in my arms again.

But some blood must have made it to my head because I pushed him back, startling him. “Where have you been?!” I asked, sounding more like a jealous wife than I intended.

His eyes widened in shock, but then his sexy smile took over and he gave me a couple quick pecs. “Did you miss me?” He laughed.

I slapped his chest, but his big puffy coat took the brunt. “I waited for you that Tuesday night after the spa. You didn’t show up, or call.” He took my wrists in his hand and held them to our chests, and tried to kiss me again, but I turned away.

“Oh, come on, don’t be mad.” He looked down and into my eyes. “I couldn’t get away that night. And then I knew the last few weeks your mom was around, and I didn’t have a chance to call you.” His voice went softer, and his eyes pleaded with mine. He looked every bit the part of a liar.

“But you could get away to the spa without me?” It came out fast, without a thought or warning from my head.

He heard it, and stood up a bit in front of me, still holding my wrists in his hand. He looked down at me seriously. Finally, he simply asked, “What?”

I swallowed hard, looking up at this giant of a man standing in front of me. He was a foot taller and outweighed me by probably 100 pounds. His handsome face looked suddenly stern.

“I saw you.” I said quietly. I felt a rush of emotion rising in me and I tried not to act like a whining girl, but I couldn’t stop it. “I saw you leaving the place one night.” Tears filled my eyes.

Steve stared at me, the tension between us odd. Finally, he said, “You followed me?”

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t follow you.”

“So, then you went back on your own?” He frowned at me, and suddenly I felt like I had done something wrong.

I shook my head again. “No, not really. I just, sort of…drove by it to see.” He let go of my wrists and took a step back. “And then I saw you coming out….and it…well….” I stopped talking, realizing I was the one begging him to forgive me. This was not the way I had planned it.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at me. “Did you go in?”

I hesitated. I looked up at his eyes burning into me. Suddenly he looked like the jealous one. “I did after I saw you leave.”

He took a step back towards me. “And?”

I pressed myself against the wall. “And what?”

He moved his body so that it was inches from mine, his arms coming up to the wall beside me, his hands placed right against my ears. “And what did you do in there?” His voice was calm, quiet, and eerily frightening.

“Nothing really.” I lied.

Suddenly he slapped the wall with his palm scaring me with the sound directly at my ear. But the sound seemed to shake me awake and confront him.

I took a deep breath in and looked up at this enormous man. “What about you? What did YOU do in there?”

Steve lowered himself so he was level with my face and glared at me. “It is none of your business what I do in there during the week, you hear me?” The tone of his voice scared me.

I found myself frowning though. “It was the weekend that I saw you.”

He inhaled deeply, realizing he was caught. It registered in my head at the same moment too. It wasn’t just the one time.

He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me out of the hallway and towards the stairs to my basement. “I KNEW I shouldn’t have taken you there. You got a taste of others, didn’t you?!” He yelled as he pushed me forward.

“I was curious that’s all!” I shouted back as he moved us into the finished rec room downstairs and pushed me up against the wall beside the sofa. At least we weren’t by the front door anymore, but this seemed to scare me more.

“So what? You don’t want me anymore?” He yelled in my face.

I shrunk back but found the courage to yell back. “Don’t you mean YOU don’t want ME anymore?!”

This question shocked him into silence, and he held me against the wall looking at me. Then his face changed, and he softened. His eyes suddenly returning to normal and he peered at me in a look of disbelief.

“I want you all the time Brian.” His voice was quieter. “Like all the time.” He was whispering now, and his eyes shut. “I can’t stop.”

I was breathing hard, looking at him. His head lowered, but his hands remained on me, holding me against the wall.

“But why did you go back there?” I asked quietly.

But instead of answering, he just looked up at me suddenly, and then his face met mine in a hard kiss. It took me by surprise, and I tried to push him away to get him to answer. But as I tried to push him back, he only increased in his desire to continue to kiss me.

And then his body was against mine, and he was pressing me forcefully into the wall as his mouth covered mine. He was pushing his hips into me, and I could feel his cock growing in his jeans as he humped against me into the wall.

“Stop,” I heard myself saying in between the assault on my mouth and his hands and hips on me.

“No!” he moaned, “I can’t.” He pinned my hands above my head on the wall and held my wrists in one hand as he pulled his coat off with the other. And then he undid his jeans with his hand as he continued to try to kiss me.

“Steve, wait…” I tried to say.

But I was no match for this 240 pound man.

He pulled me off the wall and spun me around, slamming me back into it and pinning me to it, forcing the breath out of me as his hand reached around to find the button to my jeans. He was panting and breathing hard. “I want you all the time. I can’t get enough.” He moaned in my ear.

“Steve, don’t. Not like this!” I heard myself pleading.

“I told you I was a monster before.” He moaned again, his breath on my neck as he one-handedly opened my jeans and started shoving them down my ass.

“Steve!” I screamed, realizing he wasn’t going to stop.

“Shhhh!” He grunted in my ear. “I know you want me. You’ll always want me.” His cock was freed from his pants and he was pressing it against my now exposed ass.

“Stop!!” I screamed again as I felt him back up and spit on his dick.

He let go of my wrists and slapped his hand around my mouth to stop me from screaming. His mouth was at my ear as I felt his slicked cock push inside my clenched ass. “Shhhhh….” He whispered. “I know you want it. I made you into this. You’re mine baby.” His voice was soothing me a bit, but I was trembling in fear as he pushed it straight into me.

I cried as I felt him invade me so roughly, pinned to the wall. He shoved his cock so hard and fast in me I was lifted momentarily off the ground and yelled into his hand.

He held himself inside me, his entire shaft impaled completely to his balls. “See, you want me.”

He didn’t wait, just started fucking me against the wall with deep hard thrusts. Each one brought a sentence from his mouth beside my ear.

“You’re going to remember this.”

I shut my eyes tight, feeling the tears escaping.

“I’ll always be your first.”

His hand slipped down to my neck and he held me as my mouth hung open.

“You’re a cock whore now.”

My face was plastered against the wall sideways, his beard scratching my face, my hands splayed against the wall as I took it.

“You’re going to need cock all the time now.” He drilled into me harder with that one. “You’ll always wish it was mine!”

He moved his hands down and grabbed me around the front of my crotch. He was so big and tall, that his hands moved to my legs under my balls and lifted me up off the ground and started to fuck me hard and fast. I grunted with each thrust, a mix of pain and pleasure. Steve was raping me, but there was still a part of me that loved this man. It felt good, even though it was so wrong.

“Stop.” I moaned quietly as he held me in his hands above the ground. I was completely powerless which seemed to turn him on more, fucking me harder relentlessly.

“You don’t want me to stop, do you.” He teased, his tongue at my ear. His mouth found mine and he snaked his tongue in me. I gasped and my mouth opened again at the pounding I was getting, allowing him into my mouth.

And surprisingly, I kissed him back.

“Yeah baby. I know you want me.” He snarled at me.

I reached around and grabbed the back of his hair with one hand, pulling at him as he continued to rape my ass. But now I was arching back and grunting along with him. I was mad. Angry. Furious with him. I wanted it to end. Fast.

“Just FUCK ME!” I screamed at him, tears rolling down my face as he pounded me roughly.

My words hit him, and he growled loudly and fucked me harder than he ever did. I wasn’t sure how much longer my ass could take it.

“You! Are! Mine!” He yelled and shoved his dick so far in me I screamed along with his guttural moans of explosion as he came inside me. He thrust hard into me again, letting his moans grow even louder with every unloading of his sperm, until his final thrust left his cock deep inside me. Steve held me against him, still off the ground, but my feet were somehow wrapped behind me and around him.

I blinked carefully, realizing he was done. I held my breath, waiting for him to release me. Hoping he would let me go and put me down.

Instead, he leaned into me again and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth like an unwelcome guest. He pulled back slightly and sneered at me. “You’ll feel this tomorrow baby. And you’ll remember that I am your man.”

He lifted me off his cock and set me down in front of him against the wall and backed away from me. I leaned against the wall, my legs shaking under me. I leaned my face against the wall and let out a sigh. I couldn’t move and relied on the wall to hold me up.

I turned slightly and could see him behind me, lifting his jeans up and tucking his softening cock into his underwear and jeans. He was looking at me, with a saddened expression. I didn’t want to turn my head to face him.

“I’m sorry Brian.” He said quietly. “I can’t control myself anymore.”

The last sentence he said even more softly. I moved slightly, slowly reaching down to my knees to grab my pants where they had slid down, and gingerly pulled them up.

Steve let out a deep breath. “I’m so sorry Brian.” He said quietly again. He moved swiftly towards me, but it wasn’t the same as before, and I didn’t move. I felt his big body touch me lightly before his wrapped me in a hug from behind.

I froze. This no longer felt the same with him.

And then I heard him breath into my ear. “I love you.”

When I didn’t respond, he released me again and stepped back once again. I turned around to face him, seeing him looking rather sheepishly, his hands now in his jeans pockets. I wiped my face, feeling a small ounce of courage as I looked at him. But he suddenly appeared even larger, ominous

“That wasn’t love.” I said softly.

He pursed his lips and started to speak but I just shook my head. I took a deep breath and moved toward his coat on the floor. I bent down tentatively, keeping an eye on him, and picked it up. I held it out to him.

“Here.”

His eyes looked at me full of sorrow and pain. “Brian?...I’m sorry….”

“Just take it.” I said still holding his coat.

He sighed, and slowly moved his hand up to the coat taking it from my grip.

I leaned against the wall and watched him slowly start towards the stairs. He didn’t look back, and I tried hard not to look at him either. I realized I was holding my breath when I heard the front door open and then close and I breathed at last.

I ran up the stairs and made sure the door was locked, collapsing on the floor in a heap shaking uncontrollably and crying. I hugged my knees into me and tried to calm myself down.

The only thought running through my head: I loved him too.

I wiped my face with a sense of finality and convinced myself to stop acting like a baby. Without thinking, I jumped up suddenly and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and grabbed the phone and went back to my room. He was the first person I thought of to call. I held the phone, ready to call Rick, but something stopped me.

This wasn't what I needed just yet. I needed to be alone.

I never saw Steve again.

I found out he walked out on his family the following week. Started the new year by taking off. Left a note on the kitchen table for his wife. No reason, just said he was done. She didn’t see it coming.

I saw Trevor a few times afterwards, around town. But we never talked about his dad.

Eventually I heard that Steve had left and moved to another town, moved in with another woman even. But I never knew where. And I never knew why he left so suddenly. He left everyone. Even me. Without a word. I suspected it was because of me. I blamed myself. Like this was all my fault.

We all have a first, the one that makes us remember what it felt like. Steve was mine. To this day he holds the best memories in the beginning, and the worst in the end.

At the time, I moved on quickly though with Rick, to try to push it down and get over it. Rick became my new father figure. My new man. And I tried to fix what I had just lost to see if I could find real love.

For more with Rick and Brian, check out the upcoming “I’ll Take Care of You Now” series!