A few days ago I was talking with my mom and she mentioned she’d run into my old high school swim coach, Tom Alexander. He’d asked how I was doing and after they had chatted for a bit she said he asked her for my number. I didn’t think much about it, just assumed he was being nice and I’d probably not hear from him.
But the next day I got a text from him. It started out with just filling each other in on what was going on. He'd gotten divorced a couple years ago, and I talked about my job, staying away from the fact I was gay. He’d text me a couple times a week with little things and we seemed to be more than just former coach and student. One day he wanted my opinion, said he was going to try one of the dating apps and wondered if I’d help him with getting it set up and choosing what pictures to use for his profile.
The first couple pictures were just boring head shots. I told him they looked like he was posing for the yearbook and needed something better. He then sent me a shirtless picture that had my mouth watering. It was all Coach, a few years older than I remember, but still beefy, with just a little beer belly. His light brown hair had turned a little greyer and his hairy chest had some grey around his nipples. God… those nipples… he was usually shirtless for swim practice, and I looked at them every chance I could… and that bulge! Fuck my mind was wandering. I knew I was going to save this pic for my spank bank.
I regained my composure and texted back “That’s a good picture, but don’t use that for your profile pic, save it for sharing later”
We went back and forth over a few pictures. I tell him they were too conservative or laughed at the pose. He was bantering back and forth when finally I got a text “What pic do you use for your profile on Grindr, or are you on Scruff?”
My mind went blank, I was stunned. How the hell did he know I used those apps? And how did he know about those apps? I just stared at my phone, not sure what to say. All of sudden my phone was ringing, Coach was calling! Fuck.. now what do I do?
"Hello" I said a little tentatively.
"Peanut" that was his nickname for me in high school “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I shouldn’t have assumed…” he trailed off.
“No, that’s okay, I guess I didn’t think you knew” was my quiet response.
“I wasn’t exactly sure, but I had a feeling. I could tell you were watching some of the guys in the locker room. I’ve been a coach a long time and pick up on some things.”
I was so embarrassed thinking my early furtive glances had been observed. I wondered if he noticed that most of my glances were directed toward him.
“And truth be told, you weren’t the only one watching”.
What did I just hear? Did Coach just admit that he’d been scoping me out too?
“Hey Peanut” he said causing me to refocus on the phone, “I’m going to be in Indy this weekend, going to see my sister on Saturday morning. Would you like to grab a bite to eat… catch up in person?”
I responded with a “Yeah” so fast he laughed. “Great” he responded, “I’ll come to your place at 6, you pick a place nearby”. I gave him my address and hung up the phone with my head spinning.
The rest of the week seemed to drag on, I didn’t think Saturday would ever get here.
On Saturday, I busied myself cleaning up my apartment. A little before 6:00 my doorbell rang. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I tried to be nonchalant as I went to the door. I’m sure in reality I rushed to the door and flung it open.
There he stood, Coach, Mr Alexander, Tom, so handsome in his button-down shirt and jeans, looking very casual. A few extra years looked really good on him. Smile lines and the hint of grey just made him sexier to me.
“Hi Peanut” he said, his hand out as if to give me a handshake, but then pulled me into a hug. We stood there in the doorway for a long minute just hugging. I could feel his solid chest press into me, and I know my cock was getting hard and he’d be able to feel it soon. I pushed the door shut with my foot, not wanting to break contact with him. And then I felt it, his breath on my neck. “Finally” he whispered into my ear, followed by a light, quick kiss to the neck. I’m sure I let out a little moan and I knew we wouldn’t be making our dinner reservation.
I pulled away a little bit and looked him in the eyes, scanning them for any doubt or hesitation. I only saw him looking at me in anticipation, lust, desire and maybe a little worry. I tilted my head, ready to accept a kiss, if that’s where he wanted to go. He grinned and then I felt his lips touch mine.
I know people say they see fireworks… but I did. The kiss was gentle and sweet at first, then I felt his tongue, pushing at my lips urging them to separate and I let him into my mouth. We made out for a minute or two, our groins pushing into each other. I could feel a hard mound forming in his jeans, while his hands roamed up and down my back, occasionally going down to cup my bubble butt. “Fuck” I moaned into his mouth as I pushed my ass back at him, letting him know my desire.
I finally broke the kiss, grabbed him by the hand and led him back to my bedroom. “I’ve never… “ he started as we walked down the hall, I just nodded, he didn’t need to explain.
In the bedroom I turned to face him, gave him a gentle kiss then reached for the buttons on his shirt. He got the hint and helped me by pulling his shirt out of his jeans. In short order I was pushing his shirt off his shoulders. I’m sure I let out a low moan as I looked at his firm chest. So much better than that picture he’d sent. I grinned at the thought, and he smiled back and asked “What?”
“I was just thinking of how much better this is in person” I stated as he reached for the bottom of my polo shirt and helped lift it up and over my head.
Now I saw his eyes scan my naked torso, hands moving to my slightly haired chest, searching out my nipples. I’d never been with a guy whose face revealed so much passion and desire. It was almost intoxicating having someone look at you like that.
But I was doing the same to him. My hands on his chest, running my fingers through the hair, tweaking his nipples. I felt his biceps and the fur on his stomach. I could spend hours running my hands over his body, but I couldn’t wait another minute. I quickly shucked off my own shorts, underwear and socks, then helped him finish taking off his jeans, socks and underwear. “Fuck” I said quietly as I looked at his cock, pulsing with life, sticking straight up from his light brown pubes. It had an upward curve and big helmet head. I immediately grabbed it, feeling its warmth and girth, rubbing my thumb over the pre-cum slick head.
I pushed Coach back toward the bed and he sat on the edge, arms back behind to brace himself as I knelt down in front of him. I sat there for a minute just running my hands from calf to thigh, looking at his pulsing cock, then looking him in the eyes. I smiled and stuck out my tongue as I took a lick of the pre-cum dripping from the tip.
“Awww” was a low growl that emanated from his chest. I reached forward and took his cock into my hand again, slowly stroking him, squeezing out more of the delicious nectar leaking from his spongy tip. As I stroked, I moved in towards his balls, licking then sucking them, giving them a real tongue bath. I kept watching him as best I could and watched the expressions of joy and lust cross his handsome face. “Damn Mark” he moaned out as I moved to licking his shaft and finally taking the head into my mouth. “HOLY FUCK” Tom almost screamed. I began to wonder how long it had been since someone had sucked his cock.
I sucked him for a couple minutes, getting his shaft slick with my spit. I was playing with his balls and felt them start to pull up tight to his shaft. I knew he was getting closer, but I was ready for him to cum just yet. I pulled off and he groaned in disappointment.
I stood and touched his legs and nodded toward the center of the bed. He got the hint and moved to the bed, using a pillow to slightly elevate his head. I followed him onto the bed and moved to straddle his hips. Tom’s eyes got wide as he realized what I was about to do. His cock was fairly slick from my spit, but I grabbed a bottle of lube from my nightstand and added a little to his cock and then to my willing hole.
But Coach had an idea of his own and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. He took a tentative swipe of my prick then grabbed it with one hand and pointed it toward his mouth. He had the head in his mouth, my cock was so hard and pointing up that it wasn’t easy for him to take very much. But as he sucked on me his other hand went between my legs, finding my lube slick hole.
“Fuck-Damn” I moaned out as I felt Coach’s fingers tease my ass lips before he applied pressure and one finger slipped in and helped spread the lube around, opening up my willing hole.
“Tom” I stated as I pulled away and moved back so my hips were once again over his groin. Coach understood and watched in anticipation as I took hold of his rigid tool, pointing it up toward my hole. I watched his face as the cockhead entered my warm, moist and tight hole. Coach’s mouth was open in a wide O as he watched his cock disappear into me.
I sank slowly onto his prick enjoying the feel of his girth stretching me open. When I had taken him fully inside, sitting directly on his hips, I rotated my hips a little getting used to the invasion before I proceeded to fuck myself on Coach’s shaft.
Coach’s eyes roamed over me as I raised and lowered myself, both of us letting out low moans and grunts as the sensuous act was heading for conclusion.
Coach started fucking up into me on my downward strokes. He was hitting my prostrate just right and I was leaking like a faucet all over his furry stomach as my cock bounced up and down.
We fucked like this for several minutes, eyes watching every movement as we devoured each other visually. I was getting close and I was sure he was too. We locked eyes and he grabbed my cock, slick from his spit and my pre-cum and started stroking me in time to my rhythm. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum” I announced as he tightened his grip and jerked me harder.
“SHIT… Oh hell… ahhhhh….” I squirmed as my load busted out and showered all over Coach, hitting his face, chest and stomach.
Coach rammed up one more time as I dropped down. “FUCK-DAMN… cumming in you! AHHHH-Fuck” he bellowed as he unleashed a torrent of his hot cum deep into my bowels. I ground down onto him as he pushed up into me as our orgasm filled us with spasms. Grunts and groans filled my apartment as we collapsed into each other.
My cum squished between us as I now lay prone on him. We were both sweaty and out of breath, my face was tucked into his neck, and I could feel his heart beat and his chest heave up and down as he caught his breath.
Coach wrapped his arms around me and just held me tight as we lay there. I could feel his cock going soft and it gently slipped from my ass. I could feel some of his cum ooze out of my tender hole and run down my balls. Coach would occasionally kiss my head as we lay there.
I almost dozed off when Coach shook me “Shower?” He asked.
I just nodded in return and moved from his comfortable embrace. I was a little worried we might have crossed a line, but he looked at me and just grinned and this time he held out his hand. I took it and he lead me to the bathroom and commented “nice shower, big enough for two”.
We took a leisurely shower, scrubbing each other, feeling each other’s bodies. Coach turned me around and really soaped up my ass. His hands felt amazing, and his fingers teased my tender hole. Both our cocks were hard again, but we just enjoyed the foreplay before finally turning off the water and getting out.
“Food?” Coach asked and I nodded in agreement.
We went to a nearby diner, and we chatted for a couple hours and just as we were settling up the check he asked “Would it be alright if I spent the night?”
