Mornin' Coach

Apparently my mom had found quite the guy online last night. She’d told me to stay out of the house and find something to do. That wasn’t too hard. I just went over to Lexi’s and spent the night over there. There wasn’t a reason why only one of us should get lucky tonight. But as I walked in the door I didn’t realize what I was walking into. He looked like some really old guy. Though he still looked to be in pretty good shape. Nothing too amazing but enough to where he worked out some.

Mom had already left for work so I figured he’d already be gone too. However he seemed to have made himself at home as he was cooking eggs and bacon. “Hey there bud. How was your night?” he asked like he knew me.

“Good?” I questioned it. It’s not like I was afraid of him or anything. It’s just I didn’t know what he’d want. Even at whatever age he was I knew playing football had given me enough of a body to defend myself. “What are you doing?”

“Cooking breakfast,” he said without hesitation. Again, he was treating it like this was completely normal. Like he’d been here for months and that I was the odd one. He lit up a cigar and spoke over his shoulder. “One egg or two?”

“I don’t...” My nose turned up at the smell of the cigar. “That’s not what I meant. Why are you still here?”

He just laughed. “It’s alright buddy. Your mom said I could make myself at home. So one egg or two?” The thick cigar sat in between his hairy lips. The salt and pepper color hair covered his face while was probably thinning under his hat.

“Two,” I said without thinking. The smoke from his cigar was starting to fill the room. 

“Thata boy,” he congratulated me. “A growing boy needs his protein!” 

For some reason the complement made me feel more comfortable around him. The cheesy statement almost made it seem completely normal. I shook my head. “I’m not a boy,” I retorted.

“You don’t look like a girl,” he laughed.

“That’s not what I meant,” I shot back. The smoke from his cigar was really filling the room. The woody scent filled my senses. I relaxed again. “That’s not what I mean,” I said a little calmer. "I mean I’m not just some kid…”

“C’mon buddy. I know that.” He set the plate with two eggs and bacon on the counter in front of me. His muscular body leaned against it. “But what do you want me to call you?”

He was looking at me from across the counter. I hadn’t realized just how big of a guy he was. From behind he didn’t seem that muscular but I could see what mom saw in him. He filled, what I assumed to be, an XL shirt out completely. His wide shoulders and thick pecs pushed the upper part of the fabric to the limits while his waist barely pressed up against it at all. There was still a bit of a belly from age but he clearly worked out.

“Buddy’s fine…” I mumbled sticking some of the eggs in my mouth. I suddenly felt really small. I didn't know why. It was just weird looking at his handsome face across the counter. I knew I wasn't but the way he stared made me feel like I was weak.

“Alright buddy!” he said with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. “You can call me Coach.” 

“Coach?”

Coach puffed a large amount of smoke in my face again. It smelt so good. “Exactly! I’ll be training you from now on. That’s why you’ll call me Coach.” He flexed his arm and it filled his shirt. It almost looked like it was bigger than just a few seconds before. But that didn’t make any sense. I figured I must have been imagining it. “So once you finish breakfast we’ll start your training.”

“But Coach…” 

“No buts. I don’t care you were out late last night. That was your choice. Training is still the most important thing for you.” He said getting a little closer. I looked down and saw he wasn’t wearing any shorts. It didn’t really bother me though. He was just wearing whatever he wanted around the house. It was just us guys so it’s not like it really mattered. “I’m going to get you nice and strong.”

“But I am strong…” I replied.

“Eh…” that single syllable made me feel so weak. He didn’t even pause to think about it. “You think you’re strong?” He pulled up right behind me and draped his heavy body over mine. I could feel his dick pointing at me through the back of the chair. I suddenly felt so weak in his arms. My body just couldn’t move. I just loved him holding me from behind as he squeezed me. “You don’t feel so strong. Why don’t you break out of my grasp?”

I tried. I tried to force my body to move but it wouldn’t. Feeling his arms wrap around me felt so good. Coach knew I loved it. That’s why he did it; to taunt me. The harder I tried the weaker I felt. I could feel him tightening his grip around me. He just was so strong. He had so much experience. But I didn’t want to fight back either.

“See? You can be stronger. Once you start working out with Coach you’ll get a lot stronger. I don’t want my little buddy getting hurt on the field.” His concern sparked a fire in me. I didn’t want to let him down. It's not like my 6'2" 230 pound body got hurt often but it was still possible. I needed to be stronger. If not for me, then for him.

I finished the eggs even faster. “Alright! Let’s go workout!”

“But you haven’t had all your protein yet,” I could hear the smile in his voice. Turning around I could see his hard cock pointed at me. “Don’t you want your protein?” he asked. I knew what he wanted. I dropped to my knees and pulled up against his thick hairy legs. There was no hesitation as I stuck his dick in my mouth. It was just like what Lexi had done to me. I held onto his legs and pushed his dick further in. 

It almost felt natural. I hadn’t done it much but I felt like I knew what I was doing. His large hand held onto the back of my head as I wrapped my tongue around his dick. I could feel the joy in each gasp he made when he breathed out. Each moan. Each groan. It sent me closer to going over. I loved pleasing coach. I needed to make coach happy. His grip tightened. I could feel him coming close. I braced myself as he unloaded into me. Swallowing every drop. I could feel the wet spot forming on my shorts but I didn’t care. As long as coach was happy, I was happy.

I stood up looking him in the eyes. “Now let’s get training. Then we can call over some of your friends.”