I really couldn't think of much else in the way of punishment that might satisfy my very naughty new tight end, maybe tying the fucker up...that and speaking harshly to him. Thing was, I didn't want to speak harshly to Jeff, nor to punish him. I wasn't going to spank him, that was certain. What I wanted was to love him tenderly, tenderly but emphatically. Good, hard, emphatic fucking. And sucking his beautiful fat cock back to full hard in between every round.
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"I can be an asshole to you, a little bit, you know, if that's what you really want," I said to Jeff as I unlocked my front door and he followed me inside, "but you need to understand that's 180 degrees from what I'm feeling about you right now."
"I know that, Coach," he said flashing his killer smile. "All I want is to make you happy. And I figured that as fucking naughty as I've been - fucking you in the shower and locker room against your will, for starters - punishing me a little might make you happy." The door was closed by then, and I was all over that hunky jock, thrusting my tongue down his throat, groping his bulge and fumbling with his zipper.
"What kind of punishment do you think would be appropriate, sport?" I mumbled through our kisses. I wanted to hear what really flipped his switch.
"Anything...you know, force me to suck your cock...like this," he said yanking a handful of his own hair and pulling it hard. Ouch. "Or tie me up, maybe spank, no, paddle, me, edge the fuck out of me, make me beg for relief...you could piss all over me...be real rough when you fuck me, just stuff like that, nothing heavy."
"Piss all over you?" I asked in total disbelief, having never considered pissing on Jeff or anybody else. I was so flustered trying to get his shirt unbuttoned to get at his smooth chest and start sucking his pert nipples, I finally just took his shirt and ripped it off, tearing it and popping buttons all over the floor.
"Fuck yeah, be a fucking tiger, Coach!" Jeff exclaimed before I could apologize profusely. I bit my tongue and held my apology. I would certainly pay for a new shirt, though - albeit later. I didn't want to scare my trophy fuck away by being too nice.
"I'm not going to piss on you, not tonight, anyway," I said, leaning into one of his exposed nipples. I had no understanding of why or how getting pissed on could be sexually exciting to another guy...on the other hand, as little as water sports interested me, I thought then, if Jeff had announced that he refused to fuck me again until he had pissed all over me, I'd have been lying down on my only decent rug for my obligatory golden shower.
"You've been such a fucking disappointment," I told my new starting tight•end, "that I think the worst, and most appropriate, punishment I can give you is...to deprive you of any punishment at all."
"Sir?"
"I want a drink, Jeff," I said, "and then I want to keep my promise to you, about showing you how lovers make love. Will you join me in a whiskey?"
"Coach, I'm not old enough to drink," he replied impishly, "I'd hate to get you in trouble for corrupting my morals."
"I'll take my chances," I said, "while you take off the rest of your clothes." Which he did immediately. I took what seemed like a couple of minutes to take in his awesome physical beauty, a luxury of time considering the constraints on furtive locker room glances (and even furtive locker room fucking). And, yeah, even though he'd probably blown the biggest load of his life just 15 minutes earlier, he was straight up hard.
"Your turn, Coach," he replied, laughing. "Drop 'em, you can pour whiskey naked just as easily." That I could, and so I did. I have to say that the way Jeff looked at me then, drinking me up with his eyes, really flipped my switch.
"How long have you been into me?" I asked, handing him a glass of whiskey and ice. He took a tentative sip.
"Well, I was intrigued the first time we met, you going over all the rules and stuff," Jeff replied, "I really liked the rules, but the next day, at my first practice, when you were wearing those white shorts that had sweated all the way through and you were bent over demonstrating long snapping technique...dude, I had a full blown crush on you by the end of that demo."
"Wow, I had no idea," I admitted. "I was so intoxicated by you that I couldn't, still can't, think straight. And even though I've been fantasizing for weeks about being with you...it was just a fantasy, you know, something to think about while I was jacking off...a lot...I never saw this coming. I wouldn't have ever touched you, nor made any kind of move—"
"Duh," Jeff said, laughing. "Which is why I had to. I mean, Coach, I knew you were queer as fuck for me the first time we shook hands." He was right about that.
"No shit? How could you tell?" I asked, surprised that I had been so obvious.
"Coach, you wouldn't let go of my hand," he said, laughing, "and you couldn't stop sneaking looks at my, um, bulge."
"You were bulging," I replied, taking a big gulp of my bourbon, "noticeably."
"I was," he admitted. "I told you I was intrigued by you from the start." When I turned around to put the whiskey away, I unexpectedly felt Jeff's hard young body pressing against mine, his boner mashed lengthwise into my crack, like an over large kielbasa in a hotdog bun. His hands came down hard on either side of me, effectively pinning me in. His left hand opened and dropped his lube from the gym. He was kissing me up and down my neck.
"Fuck me," I whispered urgently, automatically shifting my stance and spreading my legs so he could shove his big kielbasa back up my ass where it belonged.
"You don't mind?" he asked softly, rubbing his cock against my crack. "It's not really my turn." Mind? What the fuck did that 'dumb' jock think he was at my house for? "It's just that...when I fucked you on the bench...you were really the one doing all the fucking..." Right. I'd had total control of his cock from start to finish.
"I don't mind if you go first - IF you hammer the fuck out of my ass," I told my new tight end as he hurriedly lubed my hole and his cock. I was leaning against the kitchen counter where Jeff had unexpectedly pinned me, his boner pressed into my crack, and asked me if I'd pass on my turn to top. I didn't mind at all.
