Continuation of Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystories/s/QbzPRjZgF0
Weeks go by, and we don’t text as often as he comes in after school and hangs out for a few hours. At first, I get excited and think I’ve developed a crush on him. But soon, I realize he just wants to hear about his past students’ current endeavors and those feelings dissipate. But one week, he doesn’t show up and I get a bit curious.
Hey (name) are you okay? Haven’t seen you in a week I text him before ringing up a customer. My phone doesn’t buzz for a few minutes, and I finally pull myself from the trance of anticipation and meticulously tidy up around the store.
Bzzt
I quickly pace over and grab my phone and see that he’s replied.
Hey bud. Sry was out of town with a new guy if u kno what i mean 😉
For some reason I feel a pit in my stomach. New guy? He hadn’t mentioned anyone new, lately. That’s when I realized I still had feelings for him, and that I’m an idiot.
Ohh wow. Didn’t know you got around like that coach haha
LOL! U kno how it is 😉 Coach needs a lil fun 2
I put my phone down and just stare at the muddied popcorn ceiling above me. How could I let this happen? He just wanted to talk to me because that’s just who he is. A genuinely nice, caring guy who happens to be into men now. Men that aren’t.. me. Tears start to well but I shake my head and just text him back
Yup
Turning my phone on silent, I spent the rest of my shift lost in my thoughts.
The next day was my day off, and I spent it mostly feeling like shit whilst scrolling mindlessly through employment websites. As I get to the umpteenth page again, I get a text from my boss asking if I can come in. I consider not replying, but could use a little extra money. Closing my tabs, I get changed and leave for work hoping it’ll be busy enough to continue distracting me.
After clocking in, I start to open the store and almost immediately hear someone come in. It’s a mom and her kid. She complains about the machines not being fully ready and the toppings not being prepared, and I patiently explain to her that I came in late to cover for someone. She huffs and explains to her child who throws a tantrum. I remember looking at the clock while this kid was screaming and it was only 12:13PM and I already felt immense anger. I manage to get everything up and running to service them, but the bitch doesn’t tip me. When they leave I let out a frustrated sigh and start tidying up around the store. A few hours pass, and a few customers get serviced, but it still feels like time is dragging on. The phone rings and I answer to a familiar voice. “Hey, is this (name)?”
“Yes this is he. How can I help you today?”
“Hey, man! It’s (coach’s name)! You working today?” I smile and my heart skips a beat.
“Oh! Yeah I’m covering for someone today.”
“I can hear you smiling.” he chuckles, “Aww, missed your old coach? Anyways, hey, can I bring the team over after their game today? It’ll either be a pick-me-up or a celebration.” he jokes.
“Yeah for sure. Where are they playing today?”
“Awesome! We’re goin’ up against (school) today and we’re reaally excited, right guys?” I hear a bunch of teenagers shout. Though, I’m a bit worried because this school is far and I remember that we came back pretty late when we went against them.
“Do you think you’ll be back before closing?” I ask, as a customer comes in.
“Ohh you’re right..” he trails off, “Weeeell.. Couldja do your old coach a favor?” I can hear his tail wagging.
“Weeell.. Alright, but just this one time.” I hear the kids rejoice, and they all thank me over speaker phone. I can’t help but laugh, and the customer smiles at me before I swiftly apologize and ring her up.
“Thanks so much man. I’ll see you tonight.” he says, and for some reason it turns me on.
“Um, yeah. See you tonight coach.” I reply before hanging up. Thankfully the customer is out the door, and I start trying to calm myself down out of a boner.
The rest of the day ends up being pretty busy, but I get through it and happily but tiredly turn off our open sign. I’m about to toss all the remaining toppings, but remember that the tennis team might be coming over soon. That’s when I remember I’d mindlessly shut the register off and counted the money for that day already. Fuck. Before I can think of a solution, I hear the door bell ring and the teenagers come swarming in. They won. Coach sees me and gives me a swift one arm side hug before getting his own yogurt. I can barely get a word out, but he turns to me and sees my expression. “What’s up? You okay?” he says under his breath so as not to worry the team.
“Yeah, it’s just.. I.. I accidentally closed the register before you guys came in.” I confess, feeling intense guilt.
“Oh..” he mutters, turning to see the kids already joyously filling their cups. “Hey, why don’t you call your boss and I’ll talk to him.”
“No, I can’t have you do that. It’s my fault.” I tell him as I pull out my phone. I call my boss and as I expect, he starts berating me and yelling at me to kick them all out. Coach hears this and grabs the phone from me before I can react, exiting the shop while talking to my boss. I watch him nervously through the glass; he’s still smiling while talking to my shit head of a boss. At one point I see him laugh and shake his head like he’d shared a joke. After the longest few minutes of my life, he comes back in beaming and hands me my phone.
“Well, you’re fired!” he says, with a big smile on his face. My heart sinks, and I stare at him wide eyed and jaw dropped. “Oh pshh I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he puts my phone in my hand and ruffles my head. I snap back into reality and frantically ask, “What the hell happened?!”
“I just calmed him down, explained it was my fault, and that I’d leave $300 in an envelope for the next day.”
“$300?! That’s way more than what these guys are getting!”
“Yeah, well, I figure I gotta help out my favorite student,” he smiles and nudges me, “Plus, I really am sorry for getting you into this mess.”
“No, no.. It’s my fault. I should’ve been more attentive, but.. Thanks, coach.” I smile back at him. For a moment, we just lock eyes and I see him glance at my lips before a student shouts at me, “Hey bro! Can we pay now?” I turn to try and explain the situation, but coach wraps his arm around me and shouts, “Don’t worry guys, your big bro is treating y’alls tonight! Make sure you thank’em, alright?” The kids rejoice and all thank me repeatedly. I usher them out and start to clean while coach watches over them until the last kid is picked up by his parent. I close the door and lock it, and he’s still standing there grinning at me. “Wanna go for a walk?” he asks, and I agree.
We took a stroll around the area, and he recounted the game today and how one singles kid managed to completely destroy all of his sets, but their doubles teams barely won theirs. We end up at the light, and he laughs, “Huh, how’d we end up here again?” I look up and it’s the high school. The buildings were the same as they were years ago, and even the greenery looked the same. We cross the street and end up at the tennis courts. They looked pretty old still, but stood up against the test of time somehow. He sits down, back against the fence and beckons for me to sit down next to him. I do so, but find myself a bit nervous. Why was I nervous? There was a bit of comfortable silence before he asks, “So.. You have a boyfriend?”
“Me? No. Hell no. Have you seen me?” I scoff. He looks at me up and down.
“Weeell.. Yeah-”
“Don’t bring up Grindr.”
He full on laughs, but I can tell it’s a nervous kind of laugh. “Why not? It’s a good picture, dude!”
“It’s outdated. I don’t look like that anymore.”
“Mm, well.. Some parts look the same.”
“Do you check out my ass?”
“Hey, hey! I didn’t mention anything about your butt. I was talking about your face,” he begins, and I turn to him embarrassed. “Your cute eyes, nicely structured jaw, full lips..” he trails off and I watch as his gaze is locked onto my lips. I swallow dryly and find myself getting hard. He looks back up into my eyes and I gasp, embarrassed. He leans in and smiles slyly before whispering, “Coach got your tongue?” Instantly, I start laughing at how corny he is. My dick softens and I look back to him still just smiling at me. “You are so fucking corny.” I tell him.
“Yeah? Coach corny gotcha?” he replies, looking skyward, “I meant it though.”
“Meant it?”
“You’re really handsome. And yes, you have a nice ass.”
“O-oh!” I stammer. “Well.. I think you’ve aged gracefully. And you’re still really handsome and well built!”
“Oh? I’m well built? Whaddya mean by that?” he tilts his head and looks back at me.
“Well.. Your arms are bigger than I remember.. And your legs still look, um, strong.. And I think your smile lines are cute.”
“Aww, how sweet.” he replies, scooting closer to me. We lock eyes for a moment before he whispers again, “Well.. Coach is curious about how your lips feel.” My face heats up and I start to feel lightheaded. Before I can say anything he rests a hand under my face and pulls me in for a kiss. His hand keeps me firmly in place as my eyes widened at the feeling of his lips against mine. They’re soft and our kiss feels angelic. He pulls away for a second and he looks at me desperately. Still in shock, I can only stare at my lustful coach before he wraps his other hand around my waist and pulls me in for a deeper kiss. I give in to the pleasure and close my eyes,
leaning onto him. His tongue enters my mouth and hungrily traces the insides of my cheeks and swirling my
own tongue. We make out for a bit before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting our lips. “I’ve wanted you so bad.” he pants.
“Me too.” I reply curtly before leaning in for another desperate and hungry kiss. We make out a bit more, now our hands are all over each other. I felt his strong back tense as I moved my hands around his body. His arms felt so big around me, pulling me in close and enveloping my lanky body. We finally pull away, breaths hot and lips wet with each other’s saliva. “Hey.. Do you wanna..” he asks in between breaths.
“Here?” I pant, “Now? In.. Public?”
“It’s dark and nobody’s around.”
“Yeah, but..” I start to pull away from him and he notices my unease. He looks around and then spots something, pointing at it. I look over and see him pointing at our old
supply shed.
“What? Are you serious?”
“I’ve got the key and you know how roomy it is.”
“I..” I feel nervous again. The thought of him undressing me and being disgusged fills my head. “Hey,” he gingerly places his hand on my face and guides my gaze back towards him. “You’re beautiful. I want all of you. I mean it.” his gaze is stern. I smile at him and look away sheepishly before standing up.
“Alright, coach. Let’s go.” I lend a hand and he excitedly grabs on and nearly pulls me back down as he gets up. As I stumble I notice a bulge in his shorts. Hand in hand, we walk to the shed and he unlocks it. Inside is pitch black, but he manages to find the light switch.
“So.. We’re really doing this?” I ask, looking around. It’s actually a lot more spacious in here than I remember.
“Only if you want to.” he turns to me. I hesitate for a moment, but ultimately nod. “Is it weird if I call you coach?” I tease. He walks back to close the door, then comes back to me and wraps one arm around my waist.
“Not at all..” he whispers before pulling me in for another wet kiss. His other hand grabs my ass and squeezes it hard. I gasp into his kiss and he chuckles. He pulls me in closer as we make out and I feel his bulge press against mine. I move my hand down to rub it, and he kisses me harder. We pull away and he starts undressing. I follow him prompt, but am distracted by his body. His shoulders look strong, pecs are well toned, abs rippling, and his arms were, of course, big. There’s a bit of body hair on him, but not enough to notice from afar, but he’s got a cute happy trail. He pulls off his shorts and reveals muscular thighs and well defined calves. His bulge doesn’t look humongous, but rather average. I’m barely getting my belt off and he comes over in his briefs to help undress me. As he pulls my shirt off he starts kissing my chest, gently holding my
back as he trails down my stomach to my navel. He kisses me right above my waistline and looks up at me with his beautiful eyes. “Gorgeous..” he whispers, before unbuttoning my slacks and pulling them down. My own bulge is in front of him and he starts to kiss it and gently work his soft lips around my shaft. I reach behind me and grab onto a nearby cart of tennis balls for support. “Oh..” I moan, my hips bucking on their own. He pulls down my boxers and without warning starts sucking me off. I gasp and thrust into him instinctively. I’m average myself, but I cause him to gag a bit from the sudden force. “I-” I try to apologize, but he grabs my ass and pulls me in so that my dick is fully in his mouth. My back arches and I lean back, taking in the full pleasure of his warm, wet mouth around my cock. “Ohh fuuck” I moan, and he starts moving my hips back and forth. His tongue was swirling around my shaft and flicking my tip. My body was writhing and I was going crazy. It was only a few seconds before I started getting close.
“Oh, fuck.. Please.. Coach, please.. Wait, I’m gonna..” I try to use one hand to push him off, but he starts moving faster.
“Wait.. Wait! Oh, fuck! Coach, wait, I’m gonna.. I’m gonna- fuUCK!!” I shout and feel myself shooting my load inside his mouth. He mercilessly moves my hips back and forth even more aggressively as I moan and whine, desperately trying to get him to pull off. Finally, he stops and I feel him swallowing my cum, and my body starts to shake. He pulls himself off and looks up at me, smiling devilishly. His hands are the only thing keeping me upright. “Looks like someone’s in for another round.” he teases, and I notice my dick is still hard and twitching.
“W-wait.. Wait.. It’s been so long.. I haven’t.. Haven’t cum like that in so long..” I stammer. He stands up, arms moving to my waist, and he gently puts me on my knees. Now, his throbbing bulge is in front of me. I come to my senses and pull down his briefs. His dick bounced once before he slapped it against my face. “Coach needs a little he-” he begins, but I desperately shove his cock down my throat. It’s average sized so it goes down easy.
“O-oh! Haha..” he grunts, and I start moving my head back and forth, tasting every inch of his cock. I gag every time it hits the back of my throat and I use my tongue to swirl around his cock like he did mine. I look up at him as he leans back and watches me work his cock.
“Mmh, yeah.. Work that cock baby..” he moans, slightly thrusting into me. I place my hands on either sides of his thighs and he takes this as a cue to start fucking my throat. My eyes twitch and I gag, feeling my saliva flying everywhere while he rams my throat. His hands hang by his sides as he locks eyes with me, mercilessly pounding my throat.
“Mmh.. You feel so good around coach.. I think I might.. Mmfh..” he grunts, and suddenly I feel his hands grab my head and slam me into his hips. As he rams his cock down my throat one last time, he sprays a load so thick it spurts out of my nostrils and my mouth. His cock continues to throb as a mix of my saliva, snot, and his cum splatter on his pelvis. His load is massive, and I can’t swallow it all before he pulls out and I start coughing and gasping for air. A thick string of our bodily fluids connect my lips to his cock shortly before I start coughing it all out. I hear him chuckle, and as I look up at him teary eyed with snot and cum dripping from my nose he kneels down and starts wiping my face with his shirt. “Aw.. I’m sorry, was I too rough?” he says softly, and I barely muster the energy to shake my head. He wipes the last of the mess on my face and leans in to give me a small peck.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” he asks, and then looks down at my still-throbbing cock. “Oh, did you want-”
“No.” I almost shout. My body was drained and I didn’t even know if I could drive back home. He laughs and pulls me in with his massive arms. I felt him grabbing my clothes, and he started to dress me like a kid does their doll. My slacks were left unzipped and unbuttoned because he was scared of hurting my boner. He put on his shorts and leaned me on his shoulder. “Close your eyes for a bit.” he whispered, kissing me on the head. I almost protest, but the warmth of his body lulled me into slumber.
An hour or so later he gently taps my shoulder and wakes me up, and I jolt awake thinking I’d slept into the next day and we were caught. “Whoa, whoa! Calm down, calm down.. You’re alright. I got you, I got you..” he reassures me. My heart was still racing but it slowed down as I recounted what happened. “You okay to get home?” he asks. I shake my head and smack my face a few times.
“Yeah.. I’m alright.” I muster up. He helps me up and we both walk back to the parking lot of the yogurt place. It was a comfortably silent walk, and when we got to the lot he walked me to my car. As I unlocked the door, he opened it for me and I just smiled at him. Sitting down in the driver’s seat, I reach to close the door but he holds it back.
“Wait,” he begins, and I look up to find im staring at me nervously. “Can we.. do this again?” he asks. This time, I laugh and place my hand on top of his.
“Next time, you can fuck my brains out.”