I could barely get through morning announcements, dismissing the team to the field, before off handedly adding that I wanted to go over some film with the starting QB, and asking Mick, my no. 1 assistant, to take charge of practice for a few minutes. "Hey Mitchell, set up the projector, would you?" I felt like I'd just announced to the entire locker room that I was about to butt fuck Landen in my office, and I'd rejoin them just as soon as I'd nutted in the QB's golden, hairy ass, but the team (except for Landen) broke and charged down the hill as if I'd said nothing unusual. 'Well, of course Coach has to butt fuck Landen before he can actually start coaching,' I imagined all of them thinking as they ran to the field.
Mitchell had briefed me as thoroughly as he'd briefed Landen. For some strange reason Landen had brought his own lube (as if I didn't have special hot teenaged jock lube squirreled away in the office where student athletes absolutely could NOT be fucked in the ass, at least not before that day), and I didn't need to worry about using a rubber. The critical thing Mitchell had stressed, apart from time, was that me closing the door and locking it would be Landen's signal to drop his shorts and bend over my desk. There was zero ambiguity in the situation and no need to say a word, he'd assured me, "just fuck him, he wants it more than you can imagine, and he knows you're both on the clock."
I arranged myself casually perched on the corner of my desk, the boner struggling to get out of my tight green shorts all too obvious, and waited for my QB to report. It wasn't a long wait. Suddenly Landen was standing in my doorway, rapping with his knuckles on my open door, his inspired cut off jersey showing off his tanned six pack and treasure trail. His erection was even more prominent than my own. "You wanted to see me, Coach?"
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Mitchell, who by then had become my personal fixer, had briefed me as thoroughly as he'd briefed Landen on how our office tryst should go down. For some strange reason Landen had brought his own lube (as if I didn't have special hot teenaged jock lube squirreled away in the office where student athletes absolutely could NOT be fucked in the ass by their coach (at least not before that day), and I didn't need to worry about using a rubber. The critical thing Mitchell had stressed, apart from time, was that me closing the door and locking it would be Landen's signal to drop his shorts and bend over my desk. There was zero ambiguity in the situation and no need to say a word, he'd assured me, "No foreplay, just stick it in and fuck him, and get off as fast as you can. Landen wants it more than you can imagine, and he knows you're both on the clock."
I was casually perched on the corner of my desk, my all too obvious boner struggling to get out of my tight green coaching shorts, waiting for my QB to report for duty. It wasn't a long wait. Suddenly Landen was standing in my doorway, rapping with his knuckles on my open door, his inspired cut off jersey showing off his tanned six pack and treasure trail. His erection was even more prominent than my own, reassuring me that he knew exactly what the score was. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" "Fuck yeah I do," I blurted out. "For God's sake get in here." Landen stepped in, and as I stepped past him to close the door, I went off script immediately and grabbed his boner through his shorts and squeezed. I could feel his heart beating through his engorged cock. He smelled like the clean sweat from an early morning run. He smelled like the testosterone he was oozing.
For all the fun some of the guys made of him behind his back for 'being such a fucking homo,' there was nothing about Landen that wasn't virile and masculine - unless you're one of those fruits who think taking it up the ass (a lot) isn't virile and masculine. Landen struck me, not at that moment but more generally, as a good-looking jock who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't shy about telling you. What he wanted - reportedly - was a high hard one up his ass, and the story was that he wasn't all that particular about whose it was. The teasing, as I understood it, wasn't about Landen being a homo, but about him being a promiscuous homo.
