Put Me in Coach, I'm Ready to Play

I woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. My eyes focused on the clock – 1:05pm. I heard my mother’s voice as I slowly came out of my haze. I was in my own bed, naked.  

“Are you dead?” She asked, standing at the door. “Must have been some party?” 

I rolled over and realized my ass was sore. Tender. Steve, my coach, had used me all night long.  

I sat up slowly and looked at her standing in the doorway.  

“You should probably get up. We’re heading out for a bit so eat something.” And she turned and left. 

I lay back down, rubbing my eyes and trying to wake up. I remembered sneaking into the house around 4 am. Steve had driven me home and let me out a couple blocks from my house so no one would see him or his car. I had come right in, stripped naked and dove into bed, falling fast asleep after sheer exhaustion.  

Steve had fucked me all night long. It was much different than our first time. He was passionate, tender. This time it was a little rough, and he wanted me to call him Daddy. 

I smiled though as my mind remembered the start of the evening. Seeing him emerge from his house as I sat on the back deck with my baseball team, his own son being one of them. How big Steve looked in the doorway, so built and muscular. His eyes had locked on mine. Knowing I was now his plaything, this 6’4” muscular stud, this dad, my coach. He had it all planned out for me last night at our baseball team party. How he lured me to his bedroom when I had come in the house to go to the washroom. How he teased me with his cock then, letting me taste him. How he had told me the plan he had, asking me to leave the party but snuck me to his room instead. How I had waited there for him to come to bed. And when he did, he fucked me hard that first time, only to leave me again to wrap up the party and get everyone out of the house.  

And when they were gone, he came back to the bed, finding me sleeping as he slid in the sheets beside me, naked and hard and ready for more. He woke me up as he got into his bed but didn’t give me time to do anything except take his cock as he pushed into me while I lay there on my side. He simply lifted my leg and entered, all the way. His huge cock had already spread my hole open only an hour before, so he went in easily, and the long marathon fucking began. He fucked me on my side for a half hour before he changed positions. We didn’t speak, in fact we hardly made any sound. But when he pulled out and sat up in bed, he started talking.  

“Come here baby and suck Daddy’s cock.” He had said to me as he sat back on his feet, his cock proudly displayed upwards, hard and erect, glistening in the darkness as the light hit it. I turned instinctively and lunged for it, swallowing it down and tasting my own ass and his first load on it as I took as much of it as I could. He grabbed my hair and held me on it, forcing it down farther and causing me to gag. When I did gag, he’d yank me back off it and give me a minute to breath, before pushing me back down on it while he talked me through it. “Yeah, gag on that dick. You like Daddy’s big dick? Too much to swallow huh boy?” He had said to me while I took his dick down my throat. I loved the talk, and it made me want him more and more.  

And then he pushed me down on the bed on my back and scooted his knees up to me. Without a word, he lifted my legs up and grabbed them together in one hand and, holding them back, aimed his cock at my ass again and slid in forcefully. I remembered that feeling as both painful and erotic, my big coach claiming me again, wanting me, needing me. It made me look at him as a strong man who knew what he wanted and took it. He was a whole foot taller than me and outweighed me by 100 pounds. I was at his mercy. 

I closed my eyes and grabbed my hardening cock as I lay in my bed, picturing it all happening again. I absentmindedly started stroking my cock slowly, picturing Steve fucking me hard in that position for a while, before he pulled out again and moved up my body to feed me his cock, forcing it down my throat that way. He was rougher, more direct and forceful during that marathon fuck. I couldn’t’ remember how many different positions he fucked me, but each time he would pull out of my ass and feed me his cock. I knew it lasted a good hour and a half.  

When he did finally cum, I was bent over his bed, my face pushed into the mattress as he exploded in my ass from behind, standing up, pushing his big thick dick in me so far, I thought he was ripping me open. When he was finished, he had pulled out and moved silently to the bathroom, leaving me panting in the position until he returned, asking me to get dressed quietly so he could take me home.  

When he pulled up a bit from my house, he had grabbed my face and kissed me so passionately I thought I would explode again right there in my pants. It gave me a little lingering taste of him as I snuck into my home and crawl into my own bed at last.  

Now laying in my bed, I was thinking about that last kiss as I exploded onto my chest, stroking my cock to completion. I had closed my eyes and relived every hot moment of the night before, every word he spoke to me, every sound he made, and every feeling I had. I was glad my mom was gone as I kicked off the sheets and stood up, trying not to let any of my cum drip down my smooth naked body as I moved to the bathroom to start the shower.  

After my shower, I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and walked downstairs barefoot. I automatically grabbed the phone as it rang on the first ring. “Hello?” I reflexively asked. 

“How are you feeling?”  

It was Steve.  

I smiled wide and leaned against the door frame of our kitchen. “Hey.” My voice dropped, and I was speaking quietly, even though no one was home. “I’m feeling good.” 

“I wasn’t too rough last night?” He muttered into the phone. 

I hesitated, feeling my tender ass, but he didn’t let me answer. 

“When I can I see you again?” He asked, his own voice deep and quiet.  

I smiled, and my cock grew a bit knowing that this man was going to fuck me again. “My mom goes out every Tuesday night for her league.” She was in a bowling league and was gone for two hours each week starting this coming week. I could picture Steve smiling on the other end.  

“What time does she leave?”  

“About 6:45.” 

He groaned in the phone. “Then I will see you then. Do me a favour?” 

I waited. “Sure. What?” I was smiling even wider now, and my cock was hard at the sound of his voice. 

“Wear your jock for me.”  

It wasn’t a question.  

“I want to see my boy in his baseball jock.”  

My heart was pounding. Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough for me.  

When my mom did leave just before 6:45 that next Tuesday, I raced upstairs to my room and slid my pants off. I already had my jock on, white with a little red stripe around the top, but wanted to throw on my baseball uniform pants. Just sliding them up caused my cock to harden, wanting to make my coach happy. I hoped Steve would be turned on when he saw me in them. I hadn’t been in them since our season ended.  

I raced back down the stairs and waited, trying hard not to jump at every sound outside. After twenty minutes of anticipation, wondering if he would show up, there was a knock on the door.  

I opened the front door and once again my breath was taken away. Steve stood outside, completely filling the entire door frame. His beard neatly trimmed a bit shorter, his light brown hair moving in the breeze, his eyes boring into me. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans in the late Autumn air. The minute he saw me he smiled a hello, and then his eyes saw the baseball pants and he stepped inside with a growl.  

“Nice touch. Are you alone?” He whispered as he stepped inside.  

I nodded and moved to the two-stair landing to the right of the door as he kicked his big shoes off and stood barefoot in front of me. He moved to the landing and pulled me to him, slowly kissing me deep in my front entrance. His hand went to my ass and he squeezed it as we made out, the stairs helping me be a little more level with his tall stature.  

Then he smacked my ass. “You recovered from last week’s fucking?” He grinned at me. I nodded as he moved his fingers under the waist of my uniform and felt my bare ass cheek. “Good boy.” He grumbled at me, shoving his tongue in my mouth.  

He picked up my 5’3” body in one arm and started walking up the stairs with me and stopped as he got to the main level in our living room. He stopped kissing me and looked around, letting me down and opening his zipper, pulled out his hard cock. I got down on my knees and started sucking him right then and there.  

He tasted so good, and I realized how much I loved sucking this big man’s giant cock. It was so thick and hard, like a steel pole in my hand as I tried taking in as much as I could. He let me suck on it for a long time, encouraging me with simple “Yeahs” and “Atta boy take its” the entire time. He pulled me off and lifted me up again, into his arms so he could kiss me, my feet hanging off the ground.  

“Take me to your room little man.” He flung me over his shoulder and grunted at me as he started walking with me up the stairs. I hung over him, feeling his big body and enjoying the moment as if he were my dad carrying me to bed. And that thought suddenly turned me on.  

I pointed at the top of the stairs to my room and he moved into it, flopping me down on my childhood bed and turning me over right away onto my stomach and pulled my pants down and off, exposing my white jock. He growled and dove into my ass, his beard tickling my ass as his tongue snaked its way in between my ass, licking me up and down as I squirmed on the bed in delight. He was on a mission, munching and squeezing my ass, finding my hole with his tongue and licking it deep, probing it inside me and making me moan.  

After a sufficient tongue lashing, Steve stood up and pulled his shirt up over his head and off. I pulled my own shirt off and turned around to stare at his powerful body as he pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. Completely naked, he knelt over me once more and shoved his face in my jock covered ass.  

He spit into my hole, and then licked it in, sticking his tongue directly into my ass. “Yeah,” he moaned. “You taste so fucking good little B.” I was writhing on the bed, enjoying this wet feeling when he stood up suddenly and pushed his cock at my tiny ass. “You ready for Daddy’s cock, boy?” 

He was gruff now and slapped my ass once. The sting caused me to jerk, but I looked back at him with an evil grin. “Yes.” 

“Yes what?” He slapped my ass again harder, pushing his cock in between my ass cheeks and moving it around to find my hole.  

“Yes Daddy!” I groaned. “Fuck me!” I was smiling and spreading my ass for him. He grinned down at me and I felt my heart pound. He grabbed the waistband of my jock with one hand as his other guided his cock to my tight pink opening. He held it there, letting a gob of spit fall down on it, rubbing the spit around it, before pushing his cock in hard.  

I opened up for him as much as I could, but it was painful. I screamed out as his enormous cock head penetrated me. I was as tight as a virgin again it seemed, but it didn’t stop him. He pushed all the way in, despite my screams and squirming. He held me firm by my jock even as my ass tried to move forward. He kept me in place and slowly slid all the way in till he was balls deep.  

My hands were in fists, clutching my covers as my body adjusted to this invasion. His voice was over me, telling me to relax and open up, but my face was clenched tight, and my ass felt on fire. “I can’t!” I screamed as I felt like I was going to throw up with the pain.  

He pulled on my jock and it cause my ass to raise a bit, a new sharp pain roared through me as his cock moved in me slightly. “Just take it easy B. Shhhhh.” He whispered, his free hand gliding over my back and sending shivers through me at his touch. He held me still as I tried not to cry. For some reason his cock seemed bigger and thicker than ever before.  

“It’s too big.” I moaned. 

He chuckled lightly behind me. “You just need to get it more often.” He leaned over me, feeling his hairy chest tickle my shoulders, his mouth at my ear. “But it feels so good to Daddy.” His voice was like a drug and hearing him calling himself daddy made me shudder in sheer lust. I groaned out as I heard it, and I could feel myself relaxing a bit, the pain subsiding. I let out a deep breath and I opened my eyes. Tears had streamed out down my cheeks, but my hands were still clenched to the sheets so I couldn’t wipe them. I was still afraid to move.  

Steve moved slightly and I moaned, but this time the moan wasn’t from pain. It was more pleasure. My ass was starting to respond. He was upwards again, standing up at the edge of my bed still holding my jock in his right hand as if he was a cowboy on a wild bull, ready to ride the bucking bronco. He was still pressed up against me, his cock shoved all the way in. It was twitching inside me, and each flex he made I felt it, throbbing, like it was pulsing inside me dying to move at any moment.  

“Your ass is so tight.” Steve moaned, his voice rising to the ceiling loudly. “God, I love being inside you.”  

And then he started to fuck me.  

I moaned as he pulled back slowly, like he was going to take it out, but instead when got almost out, he shoved it back in hard, making me gasp in surprise. But that gasp turned into a moan of pleasure as he repeated the motion, again and again, until I started sensing the shove and pushed my ass back into him, causing him to groan in pleasure.  

“Yeah boy,” he grunted. “You like Daddy’s cock in you. Look at you fucking yourself on it!” As I pushed back, he fucked into me harder, enjoying how loudly he could make me grunt. “I thought about you all day. How it would feel to fuck this ass again.” He was shoving harder and harder, and I wasn’t holding back on my sounds.  

But with every hard thrust, I was getting more and more into it, shoving my ass backwards on him, showing him how well I could take it, and how hard I really wanted it. I was turning into a horny little bottom boy. “Me too Daddy!” I moaned as I pushed my ass back. “I couldn’t wait for you to fuck me again!” I was loud, and the look of surprise came over him.  

An evil smile appeared on his handsome face and he let go of my jock and just stood there staring at me. Now it was only me working my ass on his cock, pushing backwards on him, grinding into him, moving my ass up and down as it seemed to crave his cock. He looked at my ass and watched his cock sliding in and out while not moving at all. “Look at you.” He snarled. “What a horny little fucker you are.” He grinned and I felt pleased, seeing his face.  

He pulled back and his dick slid out, much to my disappointment. He grabbed my ass and turned me over, so I was on my side. He picked up my leg and held it up at a 90-degree angle from my body and drove his cock into me again. This sideways position was new, and I gasped in delight as he rammed into me hard again. I had no leverage to fuck backwards, so I was now at his mercy. 

He grabbed the sides of my jock again and started fucking me hard, deeper than before in this position. My cock was strained to be free inside my jock and I could feel the wetness from my leaking cum. I turned to look at him as he drilled my ass, sweat starting to form across his meaty pecs, his bicep flexed as he held my leg up, his stomach tight as he pumped into my ass. God what a hunk of a man. I thought to myself. If only he was my dad.  

I smiled at him when he caught me looking at him, his face determined and focused. “You admiring your Daddy there boy?” He winked at me. “Wanna feel my body?” 

Without waiting for me to answer, he pulled my leg over and opened me wider, leaning in over me and grabbing my hands and placing them on his muscled chest. “There you go boy. Feel your big dad’s muscles as he fucks you.”  

Again, from this new position on my back his cock was driving in me deep, causing me to grunt more. My hands squeezed his pecs as both his hands held me by my jock and was pulling me onto his cock back and forth. He had one leg on the bed while the other was planted beside it, giving him full control of his pounding.  

I was sweating after a while myself, having taken this abuse to my ass for quite some time. His big hand finally pulled the material away from my cock and it sprang up and out. I let out a loud groan, and then an even bigger one as his hand wrapped around it and started to stroke it, matching his strokes to the thrusting in my ass.  

My eyes opened wide and looked at him glaring down at me. “Gonna pump a load out of you boy.” He sneered at me, licking his lips. My hands continued to feel and grope his muscles, any one I could get my hands on as he continuously drilled my ass. I could hear myself making whimpering sounds, almost like a woman as he fucked me. His hand felt like a vice around my cock, and he was expertly milking it. The repeated ramming in my ass, coupled with his thick meaty hand gripping my dick brought me to an explosive orgasm. I screamed out, fingers digging into his abs as I leaned up and felt my cum leap from my cock, straight up in the air and landing on my abs in a series of eruptions.  

Steve let go of my cum soaked cock and grabbed both my legs, scissoring them up and out and really started to give it to me now, seeing the cum on my abs. “Gonna fill you up now boy. Give you my cum. You want it?”  

I hung on to the side of the bed. “Yes Daddy, I want it. Give it to me. I NEED IT!” I yelled, my head banging against the top of my bed now, my voice in a breathless pant, moaning like a little bitch.  

He was yelling now too, telling me how hot my ass was, and what a good little boy I was. I was grabbing at his body as he started to shake, his mouth opened in a series of swear words and grunts as his cum erupted inside my walls, flooding me with his load, and his deep voice echoing throughout my house as he fucked every last drop in me.  

He brought my legs together and held my feet against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding under my feet as he held them there, kissing the top of them as he caught his breath. This moment of sincere kindness was a stark contrast to the rough pounding he just gave me. My ass was sore. I was breathing hard. My eyes were staring at his hot body as he held his cock in me. Our eyes locked and he grinned at me slightly. He slowly pulled his cock out, and then looked at my ass, wiping the cum dripping out with his finger, and then feeding it to me forcefully. “Don’t waste a drop.” He mumbled, watching me suck his finger down my throat. Then he pushed my legs to the side and leaned over to kiss me deep, his tongue slipping in and choking me.  

Then he pulled off and stepped back, looking at the clock beside my bed. “8:40?” He wiped his brow. “What time does you mom get home?” 

I looked at the clock, hardly believing he had been fucking me for so long once again. “9 or so.” I said, getting up off my bed and hoping my ass would close.  

He grabbed his jeans and stepped into them. “I better get out of here then Imagine her catching me with my dick in your ass?” He pulled me over to him and kissed me again, roughly, his tongue digging into my mouth. And he slapped my ass and gave a little “Mmmm!”  

I stepped into my pants I had on before and kicked my baseball uniform to the side. I grabbed my shirt and slipped it over my head. Steve did the same, and I noticed how big he was standing in my room. He saw me looking at him, and smiled, pulling me in slowly to him. This time, he bent down and ever so lightly, kissed my lips, with the faint touch from his tongue as he licked my top lip. “You okay?” he asked me quietly. 

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him, my face pressed up under his chest. He was like a true giant to me.  

“Perfect. Then I’ll see you next Tuesday.” He grinned at me. “Tuesday night is going to be ours.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “Until baseball practices begin.” He chuckled near my mouth and kissed me again, deep. I sucked his tongue back and felt his big hands all over my back. 

I was going to love Tuesdays this year.