The New Coach

5. The Team Dinner.

The team continues on winning, and Coach keeps rewarding me with the best fucking hand jobs a man could get. Our season is officially half way through and we've won every game, a great position to be in to get attention from the majors. Coach has planned a big fancy dinner for all of us, renting out the backroom of some fancy place I've never been to. After practice, he calls for us all to pay attention to him while we change clothes.

"Dinner is tonight at 7. I expect you all to be there, it should be fun. Dress nice, not suits or anything, but ties would be nice." We all groan to which he flips us all off. "Anyone needing a ride, let me know, I'll be able to pick some people up. Otherwise, car pool, the parking is limited at this place." He looks at me, knowing I don't have a car and always bum rides from everyone. He walks to me. "I'll pick you up. See you later." He locks his office and leaves, the team hurrying and deciding to shower at home.

I walk back to my apartment, the walk taking hardly any time, and jump in the shower. I almost wish Coach was here, my cock begging for attention. I stroke myself, pretending it's his hand I'm fucking. I come quickly, surprising myself, and finish washing, trying to think of what to wear. My closet is lacking things that are nice and I wear most of my nice clothes before games on game days. I find a white button down and lay it on my bed, choosing black pants and a gray and silver tie. I dress quickly, realizing it's already 6:30 and Coach never told me what time he'd pick me up.

As I slip into my shoes, I hear a knock at the door. I know who it is, but I move quickly, anxious to see him. It kind of surprises me how eager I am to see Coach. I open the door and he stands there, smiling at me. He looks fucking incredible. He pushes me into my apartment. "Fuck," he breathes against my skin, leaving kisses to my neck, "you look fucking incredible, Eddie. God, I just want to devour you." I smile and pull his head back to me, kissing him hard on the mouth. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he moans, his hands moving to my ass to pull me closer. "Leave the dinner with me tonight, please?" He asks me between kisses. I nod and kiss him again, my hands roaming the smooth planes of his back. He pulls away.

"We better go or we'll stay here and I'll convince you to let me fuck you. So come on." His words both terrify me slightly and excited me a lot. He holds my hand down to the car, opening the door for me and kissing me once before shutting the door behind me. We stop to pick up another person, a defensive player, and head to the restaurant. It's only 6:50 and we're the first people to arrive. I sit next to Coach at the end of the table, his hand instantly coming to rest on my thigh.

We start drinking, wine served while we wait for everyone else. They all arrive, mostly on time, and Scott sits across from me. We all talk and the meal is fucking incredible, melt in my mouth steak that I want to eat every single day. Soon, the meal is over and everyone is heading out. Scott and some of the guys are headed to a club down the way, but I turn them down. The guy we'd picked up pipes up to go with so that leaves just Coach and I going together. We walk to his car, careful to not be too close to each other. He doesn't open my door this time, instead just winking at me as he walks to his side of the car. Once in the safety of his car, I let out a breath.

"You're coming home with me, right?" He asks me, looking to me for an answer. I'm nervous, wanting to tell him I've never been with a man, but that I want him. So I just nod, looking out the window. "Are you scared, Eddie?" I turn to look at him, expecting a laugh, but he's serious, looking at me with concern. "A little bit, Coach." He grimaces when I say that. "Don't call me that when we're alone, please. Call me Kevin. And why are you scared?"

"I've never done stuff with a man before. Not that I haven't wanted to, I just never did. And I'm scared, I don't know. What if I'm not good enough for you or something?" Coach, or Kevin, I mean, laughs and at first my feelings are a little hurt. "Babe, listen. There's no way you're not good enough. First of all, you have a wonderful cock, so there's that. But you're sweet and you're into me. That's all I need to know for this to be good. But, we won't fuck tonight. There's a lot between handjobs and fucking. Believe me." I just nod and he heads to his house.

I'm quickly ushered from the garage to his bedroom, clothes being thrown around the house. "Fuck, I want you. Can I do something?" He asks me as he kisses my collar bone. I nod and he leaves me for a moment, returning with my tie. "Hold out your hands," he says to me and I do. He ties my wrists together, tugging to make sure they're tight. He pushes me toward the bed. "Lay on your tummy with your hands up toward the headboard. I do as he asked and he ties the other end around the spindle of his headboard. I'm so turned on I feel my cock getting hard beneath me. "On your knees."

I do as he asks and I hear him moan. "Fuck, you look perfect like this," he groans, coming to kneel behind me. His hands run along my ass cheeks, spreading and squeezing them. I turn my head to see him lean in, his tongue darting out. I feel the cold press of him against my asshole and nearly come, the feeling too much. "Oh, fuck," I moan, pressing myself back against him.

His hands come up to hold me still, his tongue licking around the muscles of my asshole. "Shit, Kev, oh my god," I moan. I've never felt anything like this. As his tongue moves against me, his hand comes around to stroke me. I can't help but move, my body nearly convulsing. I want to touch him but I can't, my hands are still tied. "You going to come, baby?" He asks me against the skin of my ass. "Fuck, yes," I pant, pressing back into him.

He works his tongue into my asshole, licking me from the inside and I can't take anymore, coming all over the bed and his hand. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," I sigh, coming down from my high. He moves and unties me, kissing me before settling us into his bed for a night of peaceful, Coach filled dreams.