Coach Me
Fiction by Greg Stevens
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.
Coach Me -- Chapter 3
As I drove home, I reflected on what had just happened. Images and thoughts flooded my mind. Dirty things like taking a man's cock into my mouth. The taste of cum still lingered on my tongue and I could smell it on my breath. What had I done? What was I doing? I loved my wife. This had to stop, it could no longer go on. It was a one-time thing. Well actually a three-time thing, but regardless it was over.
I arrived at the empty house, my wife still out of town. I went straight to the bedroom, stripped down and went to the bathroom to shower. I took in my naked body in the mirror over the sink. My relatively smooth body was lean with well-defined muscles. My pecs were tight and firm and sat above tight abs. My hips narrowed down to my waist. I was most proud of the "devil's horns" as my trainer called it. The part of the lower pecs that run into the groin. I had a full bush of dark pubes and I always liked the way it framed my cock and balls. My wife often joked about me trimming or manscaping but that seemed odd to me.
As I took in my body, I noticed dry cum encrusting my pubic hair. At first it shocked me, but then as I looked at it, I flashed on the memory when I looked down as Raymond devoured my cock while I sat on the chair. My cock quickly started to stir as I recalled the images.
My dick was now rock hard; part of me wanted to jerk off watching myself in the mirror, but I needed to get the memories of Raymond out of my mind. I need to refocus my attention on my life and my wife.
Using all the resolve I had in me, I got into the shower and allowed the warm water to cascade over me. The water ran over my head and down my back. It flooded over my chest and down my abs, down further to my pubes and around and under my cock. As the warm water ran over my hard cock, the feeling reminded me of Raymond's mouth. "Shit" I cried out in the shower, the sound reverberating against the hard walls. I could not stop thinking about what had happened.
I got out and dried off. I decided that not thinking about it was going to take some work, but that was what was needed. I got into bed and called my wife before going to sleep. We talked for a while about how our day had gone, but I found it difficult to focus. "Are you ok?" she asked when I did not register a question. "Oh yeah, just tired" I lied. We said good night and I hung up the phone.
I tried to close my eyes to sleep, but my raging hard on would not subside. I reached down below the covers and took my dick in my hand. I attempted to picture my wife giving me a blow job, something she rarely did. The images faded quickly. Then I imagined making love to her. Thinking about her spreading her legs and me getting on top of her. The image in my mind was vague and clouded like a tv channel with poor reception. My mind kept going back to having cum in my mouth and sharing it with Raymond.
I got out of bed and fished my underwear out of the hamper. I could feel the dry cum that was left on the cotton material. I brought it up to my nose and was met with the smell. I placed the underwear over my nose and face as I started to massage my cock. The smell was intense, and my body reacted to it immediately. I started to writhe and twist in the bed as my body filled with excitement.
I was getting warm under the covers and pulled them back to expose my naked body. My hand continued manipulating my cock as it had done hundreds of times in the past. The underwear still on my face, forcing me to breath in the smell of stale cum. Just as my dick started to unload, I pulled the underwear off my face. A blast arched over my chest and hit my nose then tricked down my lips and chin. I opened my mouth to allow it to flow in. The next blast hit my torso and ran down the side of my body.
I lay in bed in the dark coated in my own cum. The warm puddles started to cool in the air. Using my undershorts, I mopped up the cum from my body best I could. I held the shorts in my hand and in that moment without thought I brought it to my lips and l sucked the thin material of my cum. This was something very new to me, but somehow felt very natural. I drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, I found the shorts still in my hand as I slowly woke. Again, feelings of guilt and shame came over me for what I was doing and thinking. Why was this happening? The question kept going over and over in my head. No matter what I tried to tell myself, I enjoyed what I did with Raymond. I liked the raw sex that he introduced me to, and I was not sure I was able or even ready to stop. I decided to see what happened if I went a bit further.
My day went by super slow. I had a hard time focusing on work and could not get the thought of Raymond's cock and cum out of my mind. Work finally ended and my body shook with excitement as I got in the car with the idea of going to see Raymond.
I parked and walked into the store. Raymond was at the counter doing some work. He looked up at me but said nothing at first. "Hey, Raymond" I called out. "Hey Rod" he replied showing no emotion. "How's it going?" he asked with the same lack of enthusiasm. I was confused and concerned. Was he not interested? Did I do something wrong? I felt like a rejected puppy. I was not used to feeling this way.
"Are you still willing to coach me?" I asked worried that he would say no. "Do you think you are ready for it?" his question seemed misplaced based on what happened the night before. "Yes" was my simple reply. "Are you willing to do what I say?" he asked looking up at me finally. I could not imagine what that meant? The question excited and scared me. I thought for a moment and responded with a confused yes.
"Ok then let's go in the back" I followed Raymond to the fitting room. A chair was sitting up on the box like it had been the night before. "take off your pants" Raymond said staring at me. I started to remove my jacket. "Not your jacket, just the pants" I slipped my shoes off and pulled my pants down and put them on a table. I felt awkward standing in just my shirt, tie and jacket. "Remove your underwear" Raymond said. I noticed he seemed to be giving me orders more than asking. I did as I was told.
"Now sit on the chair." I climbed up on the box and sat on the chair. Raymond stood in front of me. I could see his cock snaking down his pant leg. This excited me, and my cock started to get hard. I wanted to feel his lips on my cock, but Raymond had other things in mind.
"I want you to experience different things" Raymond said. "You asked me to coach you, and I am going to teach you many things" He went to the cabinet and pulled out another silk tie. I waited for him to approach me and wrap it around my cock. Instead he walked behind me and got onto the box. Raymond brought the tie in front of me and up to my eyes. "I am going to blind fold you" he said as if it were something that happened all the time.
He wrapped the tie around my eyes and I could feel him tying it in the back. Soon I was in complete darkness. I could hear him rummaging around in the closet again and soon I sensed he was in front of me.
Fear, excitement and anticipation flooded my body. What was he going to do to me? Was he going to suck my dick? Jerk me off?
I felt something come into contact with my dick. It was soft and smooth but not solid. It felt hairy at first, then, fur like. He gently rubbed it up and down my dick and under my balls. The feeling was lite and almost wispy. Even though it was not a solid feeling there was something about it that felt amazing. The next feeling on my dick was a bit firmer. I suspected it was a silk tie. He snaked the tie under my balls and wrapped it around my dick, sliding it over the hard flesh. There was a noticeable difference between the first material and this one. The first I had to struggle to feel, this was more obvious. Again, Raymond stopped what he was doing. I heard another noise and soon another material came into contact with my cock. This one was cold at first and felt like it was fully covering his hand. It took a moment, but then I realized it was a leather glove.
Raymond worked his gloved hand over my cock shaft. My body reacted to the feeling of the soft leather material on my cock. A low moan escaped my lips as the gloved hand worked up and down my hard cock. Raymond slipped his other hand under my balls and I realized that both hands were in gloves and my body shuddered with excitement.
Raymond pulled his hands off my dick much to my disappointment. The smooth soft leather felt amazing on my hard cock. I heard him moving around and soon he was in front of me again. He took one foot and lifted it onto something he placed on the ground then did the same with the other foot. The objects seemed to be boxes that lifted my feet up, causing me to sit back more in the chair.
Raymond took my cock in his gloved hand and started to massage me again. The other hand went back to my balls, cupping them underneath. Soon his fingers started to slide beneath my balls to the space between my balls and my asshole. I squired a bit imagining what might be next, but I did not stop him.
His fingers moved closer and I could feel a charge run through my body as the realization of where his fingers were going hit me. I started to clench my legs in an attempt to stop him. "Relax" he ordered. "You wanted me to coach you. You have to trust me" The idea of someone touching my hole was nerve racking, but the idea of him rejecting me was equally scary. If we were going to continue I needed to trust him. I tried to relax my legs the best I could. Soon I could feel his finger running across my hole.
The feeling at first was "squishy" and "weird" It did not hurt, it just sort of felt odd. His finger slid back and forth on my hole and as he did this my anus started to relax. Once relaxed it felt nice, pleasant and even exciting. I continued to relax, and his finger started to stay at the entrance of my hole longer. Soon his attention was right at the entrance of the hole. I was filled with anticipation and my mind was saying "do it, I want to feel it" As if reading my mind, Raymond started to prob me, I could feel the gloved finger start to drill into my virgin hole.
A painful yelp escaped my lips as the gloved finger entered me and I twisted against the assault. Raymond left his finger in place and I started to relax against it. My breathing became steady again. Once I stopped squirming Raymond continued to play with my hole. Soon it felt good. I wanted so badly to remove the blindfold and see what he was doing. The anticipation was driving me crazy.
I could feel his finger move deeper inside me. It felt like it popped past a barrier of some kind. The feeling wasn't terrible bad but wasn't great either. Raymond held his finger in place and started to massage my cock with his other hand. The warm slick leather glove felt good on my dick. It reminded me of the feeling of his mouth in a way. Not wet but warm.
The way he manipulated my cock was driving me crazy. I loved how he knew how to jerk me off. I did not notice at first that he was coordinating his jerking motion to his finger in my hole. I had relaxed enough that his finger was working inside my ass and was triggering jolts of electricity through my body.
His finger went deeper and deeper into me and I was no longer fighting it. I started to enjoy it and found myself pushing down on it. I started to pant and sweat trickled down my back as I wiggled my body on to his finger. I let out a deep sharp breath just as Raymond hit something in my ass. The feeling made my cock jerk and twist. I had never felt anything like it. My dick swelled and as it did I could feel my ass crushing down on Raymond's finger.
Raymond took his hand off my cock. He brought the gloved hand up to my lips. The first smell that I detected was leather, but not just leather. I could smell the distinct smell of cum. The 2 smells intertwined and filled my senses. He brought the glove to my mouth and I licked the cum off the leather. The taste was unexpected. I liked the taste of cum as I recently discovered but now I also found I liked the taste of the leather.
Raymond kept the glove near my mouth. He ran the fingers over my lips and the slowly inserted them into my mouth. I sucked the leather gloved fingers in, savoring every bit of the leather and remaining cum. At the same time, he continued probing my ass with his finger. He started to slide the finger in and out of me in a fucking motion.
All the sensations were too much for me. I felt like I was being overloaded in the best possible way. Every movement he made, affected a different part of my body. I was panting heavily while I was sucking the glove and getting finger fucked.
Deeper and deeper he pushed his finger into me and I liked it. I wanted it harder and faster, I wanted him to increase the pace. With my feet still up on the boxes, I started to push forward onto his finger. I matched my rhythm to his.
"I'm cumming" I yelled without any warning. I could feel my ass clamp down hard on his finger. My dick popped like a Champaign bottle with so much force that it almost hurt. Warm cum hit my legs and my body just felt weak.
I laid in a clump on the chair. My breath was ragged, and my body felt cold. Raymond reached over and removed the blindfold. My eyes had to adjust to the light. I looked up and there was Raymond standing in front of me in his dark blue suit with the black leather gloves. I looked down to see the pool of cum all over my legs, some had splattered the lower part of my tie. Raymond smiled at me. "That was incredible" I said looking up at him.
Raymond did not respond he just looked at me. I reached for his pants to pull his dick out. I wanted to repay the favor and feel his cock in my mouth. Raymond stepped back. "Not tonight" he said. I felt defeated. "Please" I found myself almost begging. "I will coach you more in a couple days" A couple days I thought? What about now? What about tomorrow?
Raymond handed me my underpants. "could I get a towel?" I asked. "No" Raymond said with a grin. I want you to wear your mess home." An evil look came over him. I pulled on my shorts and then my slacks and shoes. I started for the door and felt Raymond's hand on my shoulder. I turned to face him. He stepped forward. His body was close to mine, he bent down, and his lips met mine. I reached out to touch him, but again he stopped me. I was confused. He handed me the gloves. "Here you can play with these." I took the gloves and left the store.
In the car I pulled the gloves on my hands and drove home.
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