Coach's Desires

I heard Trey knocking on the door even louder. He was pretty impatient and didn’t really like waiting. “Go on,” Coach goaded me to go upstairs. But I knew I couldn’t just walk upstairs in just a baby blue jockstrap. Trey would never let it go. 

“I just… I just need to put some clothes on,” I told coach.

“I guess,” Coach shrugged his broad shoulders. “But you know how much they weigh you down…” I didn’t need to see the glint of his smile to know he was right. Just picking up my shirt and putting it over my head was a chore. It felt like I’d just put on a forty pound weighted vest on. And the shorts were just the same. I didn’t even bother with the socks and shoes. They were going to be too much effort. My size 15 feet would just have to be free for a little while. Besides, Trey probably wouldn’t say anything about it. It was my house.

Trey knocked even harder as I approached the door. I could almost feel the sweat dripping off my body as I opened it. Wearing the clothes was a terrible idea. Just getting up the stairs I was nearly out of breath. 

“Yo! What the fuck took you so long?” Trey walked in like it was his house. “Man I’ve been waiting outside for, like, ever.”

“Just working out with coach,” I uttered back. My brain was working too slowly. I could tell he was joking but I didn’t feel like I knew how to respond. 

“Workin out with coach?” Trey laughed. “Here? You high or somethin?” He sniffed my clothes and laughed again. “Smells like you’ve been smokin something,” he laughed again. “You gonna let me have some? Cause bro, you look high as fuck.”

“Huh?” it took a second but I realized what he meant. A part of me felt like I should have called him a bitch or something but I knew coach wouldn’t like that. So I responded honestly. “That must be coach’s cigar. He’s been smoking it all morning.”

“Yeah? Smells pretty good,” Trey said. He was looking a little less lucid as he said it. “Bro! Who’s this coach fucker? I know you’re not talkin about one of the football coaches.”

The statement caught me off guard. It took me a second to realize what he meant. “Uhh… I can’t remember…” I uttered. The weight of my clothes was starting to get to me. Even if I was pretty strong it was getting too much. I just wanted to take them off again. “Why don’t you come down and meet him. We were about to start a workout.”

“Dude! It’s Saturday. What are you doin a workout for?” Trey groaned. “Whatever. If that gets me whatever you’ve been smoking count me in. Our real coaches gonna be pissed if you get caught though.” He led the way downstairs and jumped off the last three steps. 

Coach was spread across the couch in his jock. “Hey there big guy,” he moved the cigar from his mouth and gave a big puff of smoke. A dense cloud of smoke filled the room. 

“Sup,” Trey tried not to stare at coach’s bulge. His eyes kept drifting back to the large member shoved in the yellow stained jock. “You Coach?” his voice was starting to slow down. He had a mixture of emotions. Coach took up almost the entire couch that he was sitting on. His massively muscular body easily controlled any room.

“Yep,” the single syllable from coach sounded oddly commanding. “You must be Trey. I bet you’re here to workout with Buddy here. I’m so glad he’s got a partner like you. You must be here to work out.”

Trey shook his head. “Partner? What kind of gay ass shit is that? Friend. Not…” he paused again. For some reason he couldn’t think of something to say. I started taking off my clothes. It felt so much better to have all that weight off of me.

“Friend. Partner. What’s really the difference? You share so much with Buddy here that I doubt there’s much of a difference. You like being really close to him. Don’t you?” Coach gestured to my nearly naked muscled body. I flexed almost to brag. It just felt right in my baby blue jockstrap and Coach trying to show me off. “You like looking at him like this. In the locker room you can’t help but stare. Isn’t that right?”

“I ain’t no…” Trey stopped himself again. It was like there was a word he couldn’t use. I didn’t get it. “I don’t do that,” Trey defended. He tried closing his eyes but it didn’t last long. It was like he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

“Oh?” Coach taunted. “Go on buddy. Flex a little more.” I pulled out another pose I’d seen online. Guys seemed to really like the side chest pose and I showed off my triceps with my bulging pecs. “No need to lie. It’s a safe space down here. You can express your feelings. I can tell your blood has already started pumping faster. Seeing Buddy flex for you feels so good. Doesn't it. Just seeing him changing in the locker room was enough to get you hard. Every time you saw him change you got a feeling. A feeling you didn't want to admit. You don’t need to hide it.”

Trey’s hands were starting to move over his body. He was giving me the look. The look I thought he always gave to girls but right now that didn’t seem to be on his mind. I could see his hand fighting to not touch his dick but it was pressing up tightly against his shorts. It needed to be freed. 

“Go on,” Coach goaded him. “I know how much you think about Buddy. You don’t need to worry about it.” Trey took a couple of steps closer. He threw off his shirt and then dropped his shorts. His boxer-briefs showed off his dick even better. The thick 8 inches went down his left leg pushing the fabric to its limits. His eyes were laser focused on me.

I took a step closer and flexed for him. The standard crab pose. “I didn’t know you liked me so much,” I grinned. His mouth was almost right next to mine. He was always just as built as I was, just a few inches taller. He looked down at me and grinned.

“Guess I never wanted to admit it,” he pulled me tightly into his strong arms. Our lips locked. His tongue went into my mouth, while mine explored his. He kept me in his strong embrace. We had worked out so many times together that I had no idea. Just feeling his powerful arms hold onto me and run up and down my back was enough. Each hand built big enough to perfectly hold a football, explored my own body. Each time he ran over a muscle I flexed it. 

He let out a deep moan. I knew he had his girl and I had mine but there was a needy passion filling both of us. A repressed feeling we’d both been hiding. Our bodies grinded up and down against each other, each feeling the other’s hard dick rubbing against the other’s thick legs. It was something I’d never experienced before but it felt right. I wanted everything about Trey. His body was so hot. I could feel myself coming close. Closer.

“What the fuck?!” Our passion was interrupted by Clay standing on the staircase. The 6’8” linebacker stared at us through the smoke. 

“Why hello there big guy. What’s your name?” Coach’s attention turned away from us to Clay.