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The following story was first written by me a few years ago and was attached to a photo that’s now been censored. While the photo certainly enhances the story…a lot…I think the story can stand on its own without the photo. Enjoy (I hope)!

“Whaddaya think, Mulloy? Do I still got it?” Coach asked, as he posed with his hands behind his head, wearing only his jock.

“Definitely, Coach,” I responded, using every inch of my willpower not to dive tongue-first into one of his armpits.

“But do you think my date will be impressed?”

“Impressed? If you answer the door like that, she’ll probably pounce on you right away!”

He laughed. “I think I’ll go on the date fully-clothed, thank you very much…”

Coach had just divorced about a year ago and was finally ready to get back out there and date. I was certain he’d do fine. But it was strange to see this normally self-confident man unsure of himself. I’d lived next door to Coach and his wife for more years than I can remember. He was the baseball coach at the local high school. He never actually coached me at anything. I was into my studies in high school and never played sports. For some reason, everyone called him Coach. I think the only person who might have called him Brian was his wife. I’d seen him interacting with enough of his players and other people in his life to know that he always exuded a swagger and alpha-male confidence about himself. I guess your wife leaving you to run off with a younger man will knock even the most confident man for a loop.

Coach and I had become buddies over the years. Anyone who has gone to high school knows that usually, the only people who exist as far as the coaches or P.E. teachers are concerned, are athletes. if you don’t play a sport, you might as well be invisible. Maybe because I lived next door to Coach, he treated me differently than that. I was never invisible to him. And now that I was done with college and living back at home temporarily until I found a job with my brand new degree in Business, it was kinda cool to hang out with Coach almost as a peer.

Actually, it was cool, but it was also torture. I knew at an early age that I was more interested in boys and men than girls and women. Then, when puberty hit and my hormones started raging, all I could think about was having sex with men. When I couldn’t sleep, instead of counting sheep, I’d count naked men. Maybe that’s why I had so many wet dreams as a teenager. Anyway, I digress… Coach had been one of my fantasy men for the past 15 years. So, as he stood here in his upstairs hallway, practically naked and only the thin cloth of his jockstrap separating me from seeing his dick, it was driving me crazy…and making me wish it was me he was taking on a date tonight, not some bimbo he met on Tinder.

“You look good, Coach,” I finally replied back to him, hoping that my tone of voice didn’t translate into “take me into your bedroom and fuck the living daylights out of me.” Not that that’s not what I wanted. I totally wanted that. But it’s always awkward having a crush on a guy…even moreso if the guy is straight.

“Guess I’d better get dressed. She’ll be here any minute. I haven’t even picked out which shirt I’m gonna wear.” It was then that the doorbell rang. “Shit! She’s here! Do me a favor, Jeremy. Chat with her until I get dressed and get downstairs.”

“Sure thing, Coach. Take your time.” As I headed downstairs, it still boggled my mind that Coach wasn’t picking this woman up at her house. Supposedly, she lives all the way across town and dropping by after work was much easier than her going all the way home. It sounded to me like a total scheme. Her car is here so he has to bring her back to his house after the date. That’s when she’ll probably take the opportunity to get into his pants. Okay…so I was jealous. Sue me! When I opened his front door, I immediately knew what Coach’s attraction to her was. Big boobs and big blonde hair was all that I saw. Not my cup of tea. But whatever…

“Uh, hi. Are you Brian Deverocks?”

“It’s pronounced Deve-REAUX. And no… I’m not. I’m Jeremy. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah. Where’s Brian? I’m supposed to meet him here for our date, or whatever.”

This chick couldn’t have seemed more disinterested in this date. And she sounded like a total dimbulb. I obviously wasn’t too far off when I described her as a bimbo earlier. On a spur of the moment, I decided to save Coach from the utter hell that this date was obviously going to turn into. As I was talking, I knew all of this would probably come back to bite me in the ass. But I didn’t care. Jealousy is a crazy thing, right? “Brian’s upstairs,” I said. “Brushing his teeth.”

“OMG! Did he just wake up? I mean, I know he’s in his fifties, but I didn’t think he was one of those guys that takes naps in the middle of the day and stuff…” And no, she didn’t say “oh my God” and I shortened it into OMG for this story. She actually said the abbreviation “OMG” out loud. This woman was making me dislike her more and more with each passing minute.

“Uh, no.” God, I was going to hell for the lie I was about to tell. “You see, Brian had a stomach virus earlier today. He’s been throwing up all afternoon. He’s so anxious to go out with you tonight that he’s fighting through his illness to spend the evening with you. After he brushes his teeth, he’ll be ready to go!”

“Eeeeewwwwww-uhhhh! I’m not kissing some guy who’s had barf in his mouth!” Serendipity is a funny thing. At that exact moment, from upstairs came the sound of Coach clearing his throat. It must’ve sounded to Bimbo like he was still suffering from his stomach virus. “OMG! I’m not sticking around here to watch some old man pray to the porcelain god all night!” She turned around and started walking away.

“Can I tell Brian to call you?” I called after her.

“Eww! No way. I’m blocking his profile on Tinder the minute I get back in my car!”

I had to laugh to myself as I shut Coach’s front door. I felt pretty bad for what I’d done…that I’d made Coach out to be some sort of fool. But it was for his own good. Okay…it wasn’t only for HIS own good. I was a jealous douche. But I was hoping to make the most of it tonight.

When I turned around, I saw Coach coming down the stairs. I immediately sprung a boner. I thought he looked good out of clothes. Obviously, clothes make some men look even better. He was wearing dress slacks, a button-up shirt and a tie. He practically made me want to scream “fuck me now.” It’s a good thing I sent Bimbo away, after all! At the bottom of the stairs, he looked around. “Where is she?”

“Oh. That wasn’t her. Just a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses.”

“Really? At this time of night?”

“Yeah, well… Membership must be low or something so they’re staying out late trying to recruit newcomers, or something. I sent them away. Say…Coach? You want me to stay and hang out until your date gets here?”

He smiled. “Sure. But I don’t want to keep you from your evening, Jeremy.”

“It’s no problem. I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” God, I was a scumbag. I knew what I should do. I should tell Coach what happened. There might even be time for him to catch up to her and explain that his d-bag next door neighbor lied. They could still go out and have a nice date. Only…that’s not what I did. Instead, I plopped myself down on Coach’s couch, right next to him and watched one of the college ball games with him.

When half an hour went by and she still hadn’t come, Coach decided that he should call her. I tried to talk him out of it. What if she decided to answer the call? My lies would certainly be exposed. Only, when Coach got into his phone, Bimbo had actually sent him a text message. “Please don’t contact me ever again. I don’t go out with liars and sick people.” was all it said. Perfect!

“I don’t understand it. We had really nice chats online. And I never gave her any reason to think I was sick or perverted.”

“She’s the one with the problem, not you, Coach. After all, she’s have to have a problem to turn all this down!” For emphasis, I placed my hand on his bicep and squeezed it.

“Well, I guess that’s all she wrote,” he said as he untied his tie and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. “You can head on home if you want.”

“If it’s all the same to you, Coach, I wouldn’t mind staying, if you’ll have me.” No…literally. Take me, Coach! “I wanna see this game to the end. Is it okay if I stay?”

His eyes lit up. “Of course! Hey, why don’t we make a night of it. I’ll go pop some popcorn.” He got up off the sofa and, before he left the room, he turned around. “I have some wine in the fridge that I was saving in case the date ended good tonight. You wanna glass?”

“Sounds good!” Wine, popcorn, and a night on the couch next to my dream man? Who says liars never win in the end?

As the evening went on, things went pretty great. The game ended about an hour after Coach returned with the popcorn and wine, so we ended up watching a movie. No, not some inane rom-com that had the same plotline as ever single other rom-com ever made. It turns out both Coach and I are into action flicks and superhero movies, so we ended up watching The Dark Knight. By the end of the movie, we’d worked our way through the whole bottle of wine. I don’t know about Coach, but I was starting to feel no pain.

“I still can’t believe it,” Coach said, with a slight slur in his voice. “Hands down she should’ve chosen Batman.”

“But she didn’t know he was Batman. He was just Bruce Wayne, her childhood friend.”

“Exactly! How can you NOT chose a billionaire over some smarmy politician? I’d be on my back with my legs in the air in a heartbeat, shouting, ‘Show me the money, Baby’!”

I couldn’t believe Coach and I were arguing over which man the Maggie Gyllenhaal’s character should’ve chosen. But, I was gonna go with it. “Come on, Coach! Is there really any contest?” I argued. “It’s Aaron Eckhart.”

“Not in the movie,” Coach said with a serious look on his face. Apparently he was really into this discussion. “In the movie, he was Harvey Dent. Who wants to marry a guy named HARVEY?!”

“Hey, if he looked like Aaron Eckhart, I’d find a way to suffer through him having Harvey as a first name!”

Coach laughed and then started taunting me, chanting in a sing-song, “Someone has a man-crush on Aaron Eckhart!”

“No, I don’t…” I protested…probably too much.

My denial only spurred Coach on. He started poking me in the arm and chest, continuing his chant, me laughing out my denials increasingly louder over his teasing. Next thing I knew, I was on my back on the sofa and Coach was on top of me, continuing to tease me. However, the poking had changed over to tickling. It was a little surreal. Were we really having a tickle fight on his sofa? I began trying to block Coach’s hands from tickling me and that’s when things changed into more of a wrestling/grappling situation. Our bodies were writhing against each other as we laughed and fought for dominance.

At one point, our crotches began rubbing against each other and that’s when we both realized we were hard. We both froze, our crotches resting against each other. Coach’s face was just inches from mine and he had this wide eyed look on his face, surprised at the turn things had taken. For several moments, we stayed frozen like that. Neither of us sure what to do next. Before the spell was broken and he pulled away, I reached up and brought my right hand to the side of his face, rubbing it in a way that I had only imagined in my fantasies. His eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to figure out exactly what was happening here. I knew what I wanted to happen. I just had to nudge it in that direction. I brought my hand down to the back of his neck and leaned up slightly, hoping he’d take the hint.

He did. When our lips met, it was the culmination of something I’d wanted for many years. We lay there on his couch for at least a couple minutes, him on top of me, our tongues in each others mouths and my hands roaming over his muscular back. And then suddenly, the spell broke. Coach pulled himself off of me with a shocked look on his face. “Oh God! Jeremy, I’m sorry!” In a flash, he was in the seated position on the coach with his hand on his head. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Coach, it’s okay,” I tried to reassure him.

“No. It isn’t. You’re probably drunk. I shouldn’t have taken advantage. Hell, I’M even a little drunk!”

He was beating himself up over nothing. This wasn’t what I had planned for our evening together. I reached over and started rubbing his shirt-covered chest, feeling the muscles of his pecs. He slowly turned and looked at me, a little in disbelief. I wasn’t exactly sure that further conversation would get me what I wanted, so I decided not to say anything to him. Instead, I brought both hands up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He looked down and watched as I undid his shirt, pulled it out of his pants and left it parted, revealing his smooth chest.

“Jeremy, what are you doing?”

As my hand roamed over his chest and stomach, I spoke softly, “If you want me to stop, just say so and I will. Otherwise, let me take care of you.”

I reached up and started to push his shirt from his shoulders when he spoke up. “Stop.” My heart sank. In my mind, he gave in to the sexual tension between us and we had a beautiful night together. I thought that fantasy was ruined, until he continued talking. “I need to take care of this first.” He brought his hands up and undid the cuffs of his shirt. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he wriggled it off his arms and threw it onto the floor.

As he leaned back into the sofa, my hands once again rubbed over his chest. I leaned forward and our mouths met again, kissing, tongues lashing against each other. After a few moments, I kissed down to his chin and then lay kisses up his jawline until I reached his ears, lightly nibbling and licking his earlobe. I must’ve been doing something right, because he began to moan softly. “Mmmmm… Oh!”

I kissed my way down his neck, licking and sucking lightly as I went. until I was laying kisses across his pecs. Working my way over to his right nipple, as I lapped and kissed it, I played with his left one with my hand, alternating rubbing it and pinching it. He must’ve liked what I was doing, because he brought his hand to the back of my head and held it there. After a few minutes of giving attention to both of his nips, I had somewhere else in mind that I wanted to go…and not where you might think. I backed away from him and pushed his left arm up.

He looked at me questioningly. And when I leaned forward and began tonguing his armpit, he asked, “What in the…?” Not wanting to lose the moment, I just kept on licking, hoping he’d understand that it was a slight fetish and he’d be okay with it. He must’ve decided what I was doing was all right, because he started egging me on. “Yeah. You like that? You like licking my armpit? Keep on doing it, Baby. Tastes good, huh? You really want me, don’t you? You’re driving me crazy, man. Feel how crazy you’re driving me.” I didn’t stop licking his armpit, but he grabbed my left wrist and brought it to his crotch. As my hand grasped the bulge, I felt his cock pulse beneath my grip. The whole evening was going how I hoped it would go.

Now it was time to turn my attention to my prize. The one thing I’d salivated over the most…what Coach had practically wagged in my face earlier when he posed for me in his upstairs hallway right before Bimbo arrived. I started to unbuckle his belt when I stopped myself and looked into his eyes. “Can I…?”

He grinned at me. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t…”

I kept going and I didn’t turn back. Moments later, he was standing in front of me, wearing only his jock. His bulging, cloth-covered cock was at eye level. I brought my hand up and palmed it, marveling at not only the sheer power of it, but that I was about to have it to do whatever I wanted with it.

Coach snapped me out of my daze. “You gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna get to work?”

That was all I needed to hear. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled his jock down to the floor. Once he stepped out of them, I finally saw his cock, completely unobstructed. Already completely hard, it arched upward and curved to the right. Down below. hung two full-looking balls. The man was truly beautiful. And he was all mine! I grasped his cock, hefted it in my hand, and leaned forward to begin worshiping his balls with my tongue. For the next five minutes, I gave his cock and his balls all the attention my mouth, tongue, and hands could spare.

“Hold up a minute, man. I need to sit down.” Coach finally said. “My knees keep feeling like they’re going to buckle.”

“Wait, Coach.” I stopped him. “Before you sit down, there’s something I want.”

“After what we’ve been doing, I’ll do anything you want me to!” he chuckled at me.

I stood up, looking him in the eye the whole time. “I want you to fuck me.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I want you to take me up to your bedroom, lay me down on your bed and fuck me like both our lives depend on it.”

“Are you sure about this, Mulloy?”

“Feel this and then you tell me!” I leaned forward and kissed him again, reaching down and lightly stroking his hard cock After our kiss, I stepped backward and stripped off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on his living room floor. “Does this tell you how much I want you, Coach?” I played with my own hard cock, showing him how primed I was for him.

“As long as you’re sure, I’m more than willing…”

“I know the way.” I took his hand and led him to the stairs. Then, I started walking up them with him following behind me, our hard cocks bouncing along the way.

When we got to the top landing, he said to me, “You got a nice ass, Mulloy. I think I’m gonna enjoy fucking it!”

I reached out and rubbed his chest, then leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “I KNOW you will.”

He laughed softly. “Fucker! I’ll show you!” With that, he grabbed me and lifted me off the ground, carrying me in both his arms. After he lay me on his bed, he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out some lube. He was about to pull something else out when he stopped and looked at me. “You want me to strap up?”

“I trust you, Coach. I want you to fuck me bare. He shut the drawer and began using the lube to get himself ready. He handed the cylinder to me and I started preparing my ass for him. A few minutes later, we both felt like we were ready.

I lifted my legs and planed them on Coach’s shoulders. We looked each other in the eye. “Jeremy, I just gotta ask one last time to be sure. Are you sure about this?”

“Coach, this is what I want. You’re who I want and there’s nothing I want more right now than for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Coach.”

He smiled. “All right. You’re about to get what you want, stud!” I felt pressure on my asshole as he began the slow journey of pressing his cock head into my ass.

“Hey! Hey, Mulloy! You gonna answer me, or just stand there like a dummy?

“Huh?” We were standing in the hallway upstairs in Coach’s house. He was posing with his hands behind his head only wearing his jockstrap.

“I asked you if you think I still got it. So… Do I?”

It had all been a fantasy. As my mind began to come out of my daydream, I gave him a nonchalant answer, “Yeah. Sure.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mulloy!” he laughed.

“No. Seriously, Coach. You look good. Your date won’t be able to keep her hands off you.”

He winked at me and grinned, “That’s what I want to hear!” The doorbell rang.

“Shit! That must be her. I need to finish getting dressed. Will you entertain her for me until I’m ready?”

“Sure. No problem, Coach.” Downstairs, I opened the door to find a well-dressed woman who looked to be in her mid-30s standing on the doorstep.

“Hello. I’m Lisa Reynolds. I’m supposed to meet a Brian Devereaux here at 7:00pm for a dinner date. Are you Brian?”

This was too eerie. It was almost like what happened in my daydream. For a moment, I thought about doing exactly what I did then. However, unlike in my daydream, my sense of decency won out. “No. I’m not. Brian’s upstairs finishing-up getting ready. I’m his neighbor, Jeremy Mulloy. Won’t you come in? He’ll be down in just a moment.”

As she stepped inside and looked around, she smiled, “Nice place he has here.”

In my head, I thought about saying the same things I told Bimbo in my daydream. Instead, I just agreed with her. “Yes. It is.”

“So, you live next door, huh?”

“Yeah. I just finished college and moved back home until I find a job. Coach…I mean, Brian, was nice enough to humor me and become my buddy.”

“That’s nice,” she smiled.

“He’s a really great, decent guy.”

She kept smiling at me. “I’m sure he is.”

At that moment, Coach came downstairs. “Lisa?”

“Yes. It’s me!”

He extended his hand to her and then shook. “I’m Brian Devereaux.”

“Nice to meet you, Brian. I’m Lisa Reynolds. Your friend here was keeping me company while I waited.”

He elbowed me playfully, “Not trying to steal you away from me before the date even started, I hope.”

Lisa giggled, “He was a perfect gentleman.”

“Shall we go?”

“Sure thing!”

Coach opened the door for her and they stepped out. He turned back to me. “Jeremy, do you mind locking up for me before you head home?”

“Not at all.”

“Great. Thanks. See you later!”

“Sure. Have a good time!”

“Oh! Before I forget, I left something upstairs on my bed for you. I forgot to bring it down with me. Just a little gift for being such a good friend and neighbor.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He smiled. “I wanted to. It’s the least I can do. Enjoy!” Then he shut the door and they were gone.

As I walked upstairs, I felt an overwhelming sense of despair. Although it was only a few minutes, I had lost myself in my daydream of Coach and was completely euphoric. Reality was a douse of frigid water that I wasn’t ready to deal with. I wanted Coach more than ever. And now he was on a date with some woman. I was never going to have him.

When I walked into his bedroom, suddenly, a sliver of light shone through the dark. Laying on his bed was a jockstrap. Not just any jockstrap, but the one he had been wearing a few minutes ago! A note lay next to it on the bed. It read, “I saw you staring. Enjoy, Mulloy!”

I brought his jock up to my face and inhaled his scent. It was intoxicating. I couldn’t help myself, I laid on his bed, pulled my cock out of my pants and started jacking off. It must’ve been quite a sight, me with a jockstrap on my face, flogging away on my dick.

Maybe I’d stick around until Coach’s date was over…just in case he wanted some company afterward. Maybe my daydream could become a reality after all…

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