In Charge

In Charge Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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IN CHARGE by Bill Drake

I've coached lacrosse long enough to know the difference between guys act like douches to go along with the crowd, and guys who really were. Mark Grogan was somewhere in between, but with me he let his guard down some. He talked about the insecurities he had with his high-paying finance job. He confessed he wasn't sure what kind of relationship he wanted. He could be tender and romantic and get me to talk about my own difficulty being a divorced man into dudes.

At the same time, when it came to us, whatever the fuck we had going on, Mark made no bones about wanting to be the one in charge. He asked me on our first date, when as a rising junior at Maryland, he was home for the summer and decided to play out his fantasy of hooking up with his high school coach. I was so caught off guard by the guy's confidence I said yes. I didn't lust after my players generally, but I lusted after young men like them. Feeling I'd lost out on my years to explore gay sex, I felt flattered as a hell a hot guy like Grogan would want me. Even at 20 he was perfectly built with a man's body: a 6'3", 210 pound midfielder, the athlete had a real bulk that contrasted with his cute stud-next-door dirty blond looks. When I said yes, he flashed me a pearly white smile like he'd just made a game-saving play. Then told me he'd pick me up Friday and to pack an overnight bag.

I was nervous as hell the next two days. Even if Mark was no longer my player, I knew it would look bad, real bad. And I wasn't sure what the guy's intentions were... romantic date? Marathon sex session? But when he showed up in his BMW, I decided to stop my doubting and just go with it.

On the drive into the city, it was easy, laid-back small talk between, kind of normal coach and ex-player talk. But by the time we sat for dinner, Mark had entered full-on date mode. Flirty, attentive, with heavy eye contact. I'd always thought of Mark as a lady's man in school, like a few of his other teammates, and I suspected I was the recipient of a well-honed skill.

The fucked up thing was, it was working on me. I felt excited, emotionally and sexually. I'd married my ex-wife right after college and had never really played the field, not like Mark.

I finally had to resist the pull of his charms for some real talk. "So...." I started, "Elephant in the room... I'm 41 and you're 20."

Mark just nudged my foot with his under the table and gave me a smile. "Yeah, so?" Then seeing my exasperated look, he nodded. "OK, you deserve the truth, Coach.... am I looking to date an older man? No. But guys like you turn me on, a lot."

"Like me?" I chuckled. Rather than turn me off, I appreciated Grogan's candor.

"Yeah," Mark added, his eyes conveying his lust more than his words. "Middle aged and still fit... you're a total DILF coach."

I blushed.

"That bug you?" the jock asked.

I shook my head. "No. It's flattering."

That made his smile grow bigger. Fuck, he had a sexy smile. "I heard you'd gotten divorced, and I knew I had to make a play for you."

I took a sip of my wine. I had planned on getting just one glass but maybe I'd need more to get over my jitters. "I, um, well, I don't have a lot of experience," I said. Then more quietly added. "With guys."

My ex-player got a real excited look on his face and leaned in to whisper. "Fuck, Coach... you cherry?"

I almost told him yes, he was so clearly turned on by the idea. But instead, I told the truth. "Not quite. I've been with a few since the divorce... I've tried out pretty much everything."

"Wouldn't have guessed," Mark beamed. "I thought I had an intuition."

"I had no idea you were gay," I retorted. Then I immediately feared I'd made too big of an assumption.

Mark shrugged though. "I'm only out to a couple of buds for now. I've dated women, but they don't really do it for me, you know."

"You don't have to explain, Grogan," I laughed.

My date smirked. "Yeah, I guess you'd know."

Mark's family is loaded. I teach and coach at a private school, and a lot of the student there are loaded. Mark clearly had some disposable money, even as a college student. He picked up the bill, and he'd gotten us a hotel room. Nothing too fancy, but it wasn't a dump either.

"I got a fake ID if we wanna go out and grab a drink somewhere," he said as we set down our overnight bags on the hotel room settee. "But maybe we can have a little fun first?" Despite his muscular build, Mark had a little kid vibe to him at that moment. Playful, and a little naughty. He stepped up to me and placed his hands on my waist. I had more bulk and muscle than he did, but Grogan was two inches taller than me. I loved the contrast. "Whaddya say, Coach," he growled softly. "Gonna put out for me?"

God help me, I wanted this. I knew Mark wasn't looking for anything serious. I wasn't sure I was ready for anything serious. But the young stud was a really fucking good kisser. Soft, romantic, kiss that sent goosebumps down my body.

But if Mark was taking the soft approach with the kissing, his strong hands were already sliding down and massaging my ass cheeks. Like I said, Mark made no bones about wanting to be in charge. When we finally broke our kiss, he had a serious, lusty look on his face. His desire for me itself was a turn on. "Can I fuck you Coach?" he asked.

I'd bottomed a couple of times. I'd enjoyed it but always felt the tops weren't the best at it. I had a feeling Mark would know what he was doing. Still, the direct approach caught me off guard.

Mark sensed that. "If you say no, I'll respect that, but man, you don't know how long I've dreamed of tapping your ass. Come on, pretty please, Coach?"

Yeah Mark Grogan was a douche, but I was gonna let him inside me. I nodded.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed and I watched him strut across the room to open his bag. He had an enema box in his hand and he casually tossed it to me. "I prefer a nice clean hole, Coach," he smirked. "I'll eat you out good..."

I blushed. But I took the box and gave a nervous laugh. "All right." Then I wisecracked, "You're a real romantic, aren't ya, Grogan."

Mark grinned. "Come on, Coach... we're two guys. Sometimes it's fun to just get your rocks off, you know?"

I nervously nodded then turned to go into the bathroom. I took my time, getting squeaky clean. I figured I'd lean into the whole Mark Grogan experience. His no-strings approach gave me a nothing-ventured attitude. I showered off and wrapped a towel around my waist modestly.

I didn't need to be modest. When I stepped out, the midfielder was naked head to toe. I knew he had a good body, but fuck, it was the right combination of upper body bulk, strong legs, and a lean six-pack abdomen. It wasn't fair that a guy as gorgeous as Mark had a big dick, but he did. About 8 inches and sticking straight up. The young dude was horny all right.

"Damn Coach, you have an amazing bod," he said. "Lose the towel."

I dropped it and felt sexier than I had in my life. My dick was rapidly firming up with Mark's gaze.

He leered and patted the bed next to him. "It bug you when I get bossy?" he asked.

I walked toward him and got up on the mattress. Already his hands were on my naked body. Yeah, I'd had a few experiences, but Grogan made me feel green at this. "Honestly, Mark? I don't know."

He gave me a friendly look. "It's just my thing... I like topping hot dudes like you." He patted my hairy rump softly and met me for a kiss. Making out with this young guy felt amazing. He had just a hard, fit body.

"Come on man," Mark finally hissed as his kisses worked along my neck and up to my ear. "... let me eat you out."

I wasn't sure what position to be in but on my stomach seemed easier. And for the next half hour - I'm not joking - Mark Grogan worshipped my ass. Massaged the glutes with his hands, ran his fingers up and down my furry trench, and pried my cheeks apart to start licking. It was only my second time getting a rim job and in retrospect the first one didn't count. Not like this. Mark knew his way around a hole, and his eagerness in munching my pucker fed my own lust. Sometimes I'd hike my ass back to his hungry face, sometimes he'd hold me steady and do the work with his tongue. Working me up then cooling me off before starting the cycle again.

By the time he fingered some lube into me and mounted my ass, I was dripping into the sheets. I'd never wanted a cock inside me like I did at that moment, and the entry was fairly quick and easy. And for the next four minutes Mark Grogan fucked me to heaven. With the extended foreplay neither of us had staying power, but I was actually cumming soon from the friction of the sheets and the buzzing in my prostate. And my orgasm tripped Mark's wires. With a few quick urgent shoves, he was pounding his load into me.

I expected that douchy jock expression when we uncoupled, like I was another Grogan conquest. Instead, I saw a look of pure gratitude. "Damn, Coach... that was the best fuck of my life," he admitted.

"Same," I said as I flipped onto my back, and was immediately regretful. I mean, this was probably a one-time thing only.

"You OK, man?" he asked as he lay beside me and ran his fingers along my damp belly.

"Yeah," I replied automatically. Then, getting more honest, I said, "I shouldn't feed your big ego, Grogan, but you may have spoiled me for other guys."

We talked, heart to heart as we enjoyed the sex endorphins. It was a surprisingly candid talk. Mark telling me how he's into daddies sexually but just doesn't see himself able to date a guy much older. Me admitting I had a hard time not getting attached to guys, even in a hookup.

Mark got a serious look on his face and gave me a quick peck. "I don't think I can be what you need, Coach, but I can commit to being honest with you. I'm not gonna pretend to be something I'm not."

"I wouldn't expect you to," I replied, a little confused.

"I'm the kind of guy who goes after what I want... and, well... I'm gonna want a lot more sex with you."

That idea turned me on and thrilled me deeply. Still, I said, "I thought you weren't into dating an older guy."

"Not dating, exactly... come on, Coach, we can figure that shit out. We both loved what just happened too much to stop."

I blushed. But he was right.

Mark took my silence for what it meant. An agreement. He patted me leg with a smirk. "What do you say we go grab a beer? We can talk this over more. Or not.""

It's eight years later now, and I'm still in this long-term fuck buddy relationship thing with Grogan. Only difference is he calls me David more than Coach, and he lives on the West Coast, in a high paying finance job in San Francisco. He comes East for business several times a year, and he'll fly me out to SF, too.

But our special time is August, when I'm off from school duties and Mark takes his regular summer vacation. We'll go to the beach for a couple of weeks and relax and hang out and fuck like bunnies.

It was the third day of vacation this year, and I was enjoying just lying on the beach, reading, while Mark walked up and down the shore. When he came back toward me, I had this deep, intense affection for this man. He was out of my league, by far, looking like a magazine model. His years after college had given him an even more proportioned build and somehow made him more of a douche. He talked about his material possessions and how much better he was at golf than his buddies. He talked about how all the guys he dated weren't up to his standards, but that was OK because he was nailing more daddy ass than he could keep count of.

And yet, as I watched him, strut on the sand in his perfection, I just felt this intense longing for this hot younger man.

He seemed to smirk as he got closer. "Miss me, David?" he laughed.

"I wish I didn't," I said truthfully before my judgment stopped me.

He plopped down on the towel next to me. "What's up? Not having fun?" He seemed shocked and surprised by my words.

I gulped. It was now or never. "I'm in love with you, damnit." I stared out onto the water nervously but turned to look him in the face. I couldn't read his expression behind his sunglasses. "I didn't want to ruin your vacation, Mark, but I had to let you know."

His hand rubbed my bare back, affectionately and sensually. "You're not ruining anything, David." His voice got steelier. "I guess I'm in love with you, too."

My heart pounded. "What are we doing, buddy?"

"I dunno," he said. "Being honest." His hand slid up and squeezed my meaty shoulder. If we hadn't just had sex a few hours ago, it was possible our libidos would get carried away just then. "You know, Coach... I'm a big asshole. You deserve a better guy."

"I know who you are Grogan," I said, my voice cracking. "And don't you think I get to decide who I deserve?"

I knew then that Mark had been suppressing his wants as much as I did. "Would you move out here, Coach? I mean, I got a pretty sweet condo now..."

"I know you do, Mark," I cracked. "Look, I'm not trying to rag on you, but you don't have to brag with me."

I thought maybe that would piss him off, but instead it made him smile. "Nah... nah I don't." We sat in silence, each of us getting goofy smiles as Mark's arm now draped over my shoulder, holding my older body next to his fitter leaner one. Then softly, he spoke again. "You didn't answer my question, Coach."

"It's a lot to think about," I said. "I'd have to quit my job, look for a new one."

"Yeah," Mark said, acknowledging the changes he was asking me to take. But I could tell in his tone he was hopeful, too, now that I was even considering it.

I patted his leg. "But for the last four summers I've planned my summer vacations to be with you. That's a good sign of what I'd do if you were serious about this, Mark."

He paused. "There's a lot for us to talk about, I guess," he said. "But I'm totally serious. Scout's honor, Coach."

And like that my former player leaned in and gave me a soft, deep kiss. We made out slowly, right there on the beach. It felt romantic and right.

He had a grin though as he broke the kiss. "Wanna go back inside and fuck?"

I smiled. "Grogan, if you're just playing nice to get into my pants..." I joked.

Mark stood up, a boner now showing in his trim-cut trunks. "Coach, you of all people should know... don't date a lacrosse player if you don't want a guy with a little game."

At that moment, as we laughed and walked back up to the beach house, ready for a second round of intense sex, I knew everything was gonna work out.