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Temporary Coach Part 05
🕑 Added 2019-03-01 15:46:13 +0000 UTCI stared at Paul a little confused. I wasn’t sure what exactly to say to him. On the one hand I felt like I’d know him forever, that we’d been friends for a long time. On the other hand I couldn’t help but think about what dad had been telling me earlier today. Something about everything changing. It didn’t make sense. Still didn’t. But now he had someone to accuse. I’d seen the whole thing, probably more than Paul would have ever intended. Now I was just feeling conspiratorial. There was no reason to believe it outright but I did have it in the back of my mind.
“Yeah… But he’s the one who said that I shouldn’t tell anyone he’s my dad,” I answered his statement about not knowing that Coach Harris' secret. “He says I should be embarrassed by him.” I laid my body down on the bench Paul was sitting at. My head fell on his leg. “See, he was the same. Big football star, destined to be a great, but then a torn ACL at the worst time kicked some of his chances at the big time. Then I came around and that was pretty much another shot to the leg. But he didn’t give up. Not yet. He pushed himself through college. Got back on the team his college senior year. And then… Well arthritis isn’t exactly the most predictable…”
“I didn’t expect it to change that much…” he muttered under his breath. Paul’s hand drifted through my hair as I laid against his small body. He seemed to really enjoy rubbing the top of my head. I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it quite a bit as well. His soft rubbing just felt so good that I almost felt like I was going to fall asleep. “That’s too bad,” he said. “I had no idea. Your dad must have led a pretty tough life.”
“I feel bad for him, y’know? Like he tries so hard to make sure that I’m happy and taken care of but every time he wants something, it’s like God tells him he’s not allowed to have it. I mean he never wanted to be a high school coach. He was going to be one of the greats and now he stuck watching over a bunch of kids who don’t give a shit about anything,” I paused thinking about it more. “Slowly getting more and more out of shape as the years go on. The dream rapidly running away from him.” I paused again. “And his son who’s better than him…”
“But shouldn’t he be proud of you?” Paul’s question came out of nowhere.
“He is,” I responded quickly. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It was something about the way he said it that I didn’t like it all that much. I pulled myself off his lap and stood up. “He is. I just imagine it’s hard watching someone you’ve known all your life stand where you thought you were supposed to. Sometimes I just wish I could make him happy… Anyways, I think I’ve gotta get going.” I waved him off but watched him pull out his tablet.
‘Just being paranoid,’ I told myself as I walked to my dad’s office. The door was locked. ‘Did he go home already? Whatever…’ I shrugged and headed home myself. It was a good four mile run but I was still able to get it down in about under a half an hour. I felt so refreshed after the run. Even during practice I wasn’t able to go all out otherwise I might hurt some of the other guys. Grabbing a glass of water I saw Erin standing in the doorway wearing my jersey. The wide neck hole made it slide down the side of her shoulder.
“Hey there big guy,” she leaned her body against the counter. Even with the jersey on I could see her cleavage. Then realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Hey. How’s it going,” I tried to keep a straight face as she watched me with an insane amount of intent. She was thinking about something. I had a pretty good idea. Normally she didn’t wear so much makeup whenever dad came home.
“It’s going pretty good. I got a phone call from your dad a little while ago. He said he’s going to be late tonight and not to wait up for him,” she moved around the counter and I realized she wasn’t wearing anything under the jersey. Even though the tail end went well past the bottom of her hips, the way she walked made her intentions clear. The clear bounce in her hips was enough to send any teenage wild as she walked even closer to me.
I stared down at her over my mountainous pecs as she ran a finger underneath them. “I think… I think I need to go start my homework,” I forced out. There wasn’t any homework tonight but I just needed a reason to get out of there. She leaned against the counter again. Her thick hips, narrow waist and perky boobs had gotten me hard. It wasn’t the first time, but every other time there wasn’t so much desire behind what she was doing. I could claim obliviousness or not being interested, but right now my dick was current pounding against my shorts. It’d fallen out of my jock and pressed hard against my leg. I knew she could see it but she still was letting me have a head start.
She draped her body across the bar counter again and watched me leave. Clearly watching my ass as I walked away. I could feel her intense stare as I went to the other room. I closed my door and fell onto my bed. “Phew…” I sighed as my hand brushed up against my dick. I couldn’t believe how horny I was at the moment. It was like I hadn’t seen any action for a couple of months. But that wasn’t right. With a body like mine it could be with just about anyone at any time.
However I could hear the door start opening up again. “What’s wrong Tyler?” she leaned against the doorframe showing off her curves again. The jersey wrapped around her soft skin so smoothly that if it wasn’t dark blue, it’d look like she wasn’t wearing anything. I stared as she moved even closer. “The way you’re acting, I might get the feeling you don’t like me…” She paced herself as she walked closer to my bed. Each step exaggerated her hips as she swung them far out.
“It’s not that mom,” I said trying to discourage her. I never called her that. Erin was always trying to get closer to me than she ever was to dad. They married a year ago but even after her first date she seemed more interested in me than dad.
“Oh?” She brought her red painted nail against her red lips. “It’s not? Did you have a bad day at school then?” The statement only just seemed to encourage her. She stepped up into the role play. “Did something happen at school to make you so upset?”
Erin placed herself onto my bed and wrapped her arms around me. For some reason I felt like I couldn’t move. I was thinking with my dick. Somehow in those few minutes it’d grown even harder. I could feel her soft gently hands rolling around my muscles. She had such a gentle touch. Such a feeling of warmth as she played with me.
“It’s not that,” I finally tried to move. But wasn’t fast enough. Somehow she’d gotten on top of me. I hadn’t even realized my shorts were around my ankles and I couldn’t stand back up. Erin had straddled my body just above my dick making it near impossible to move. I could feel her ass cheeks running across my dick. My back arched at the sudden pleasure. A deep moan escaped my body. ‘Why was I like this…’ I gripped the bed tighter, trying to get ahold of my senses. It wasn’t enough.
“What’s wrong? Were there some bullies at school today?” she pretended to be interested. “You know momma knows how to make you feel good. Right?” Her weight leaned more against mine. At any other time I could have simply picked her up and placed her to the side. But I was too busy thinking with my dick, thinking about fucking her.
“That’s not it,” I grit my teeth, trying my best to think about anything else. Anything other than the woman currently on my body, waiting for me to fuck her.
“Oh? Then what’s wrong?”
“You’re my dad’s wife,” I choked out.
She paused. “You know… He always wanted you to have a little brother…” Erin leaned closer to my ear. She started to whisper softly. “He tried so hard. But wasn’t able to do it. It’s just your so much more of a man that he ever could dream of being… You could help him get what he wants. If you had a little brother he’d be so happy.” I gripped the bed even tighter trying to drone her out. “Don’t you want to make him happy?”
“Fuck!” I shouted and lifted her off me. I flipped us over and watched her stare up at me; waiting for my answer. The phrase sounded so familiar but I wasn’t sure where. It felt like she was taunting me. My body was losing. I couldn’t hold back. She stared up at me anticipating my next move. Her hands gripped the sheets and she arched her back.
“Go on,” the curve of her smile sent me over. My body plunged down onto hers. I couldn’t stop myself any more. I’d gone too far. My dick plowed into her causing a lot sudden gasp. I just kept thrusting into her, feeling the tight squeeze of her vagina. Hearing her gasps and moans with each new thrust into her body. She didn’t form any words but I could feel her begging me to go on. To keep going.
Then I came. My body jerked one more time and I could feel my massive dick fill her up. She let out a moan of pleasure. As I looked down on her I could see her eyes start to come back to reality. She looked like she was in heaven. I moved to the side of her filling the rest of my king sized bed. I was out of breath. A four mile run barely did anything but that 10 minutes of intense pleasure seemed like so much more.
Eventually she leaned over me, running her fingers across my tight muscles. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell your father your so much better than him. Think of it this way, now I have a reason to have sex with him soon…” Her words rang hallow as she got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. She was still wearing my jersey as she swayed her hips back and forth. She stopped in the doorway, “I just know he’s going to be a big strong man,” she looked over her shoulder, “just like his father.”
I could see the grin on her face. My dick bounced at the thought. “Fuck…” I groaned as I tried to relax.
