The Cave: The Adventures of SuperStar 21

OUR KITCHEN.

“You had a lot of unrequited crushes growing up, didn’t you, Jae?”

“I guess. You didn’t, Cody?”

“No. If I was attracted in someone, I did something about it.”

“What if they weren’t attracted to you?”

Cody shrugs, “If that ever happens, I’ll let you know.” His eyes sparkle, waiting for me to take the bait, but I let the comment go. When I don’t say anything, he moves on. “You’ve told me about teammates, professors, babysitters, your brother’s friends. And now, this guy, Butch.”

Coach Butch.

“Well, not all of us were as brave as you. And in this case, Coach Butch was one of my high school football coaches. I couldn’t exactly just walk up and -” I read my boyfriend’s face “Stop it, Cody. You did NOT fuck around with one of your high school wrestling coaches.”

“No, not at all.” I relax until Cody adds with a smirk, “But I did fuck one of my pro wrestling trainers while I was still in high school. So, kind of the same thing.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Really?”

I sigh, “No, I do believe you. I meant it more as, ‘you’re unbelievable’.”

“You can ask Ry if you want.” I just roll my eyes, so he continues. “Ry and me were angling to win the tag belts. You see, no one wanted to give them to two local, part-time, teen wrestlers. They didn’t think we’d earned belts yet, even though we were working really hard at it; and frankly, I was better than most of them. Plus, most of the crowd were my friends. Anyway -”

“Cody! Hold up. You fucked your trainer just to win a belt?”

“No, of course not. I fucked him because I was horny. The tag belts just moved him up the list. Oh man, Jae, from age 16 to about 25, I needed to fuck 24/7. The lust literally burned inside me. It was never-ending. There were days when I felt like I would explode no matter how many times I jerked off. Fortunately, it eventually calmed down to a sort of normal level a few years ago, same as everyone else.”

I smirk, “It’s cute that you think your sex drive is the same as everyone else’s. Can I talk now?”

Cody holds up one finger for me to wait and adds, “We won the belts and held them for three months until we came to LA for college, by the way. That’s how good I was, even back then.”

“I know. I’ve seen the pictures of you guys with your belts.” I breathe in deeply. “Okay, my turn. Coach Butch was a math teacher in his mid 20’s at the time. He’d been a star defensive back at the school and then came back. Coaching was his real passion. He was in great shape, thick and sexy. As the new guy, he was assigned to work with a group of us freshmen.”

“Oh, you were a kid.”

I nod and continue, “Coach had this incredibly deep, raspy voice. That’s the first thing I remember. It sent chills down my spine when he introduced himself. It sounded weird in math class - kids even made fun of it - but at practice, it commanded attention.”

Cody asks, “So, you were hot for him right away.”

“Yeah, I had my first real wet dreams about him, but I didn’t know anything at that point. My dad and I hadn’t even had ‘the sex talk’.”

“My older brothers’ secret porn collections were my sex talk. Especially Aiden's, which was all hot gay shit. Dad sat me down later, but I kind of knew all I needed to know by that point.”

“That explains so much.” Cody sticks out his tongue at me. I smirk but get back to my story. “Anyway, the crush got worse over the season. Coach was just the right combination of dominant and caring. Like he really wanted each of us to be our best and he wasn’t going to let us be anything less, no matter what. On the field. In the weight room. He’s the first guy who really inspired me to become a personal trainer.”

“Do you think he knew?”

“I don’t know. He probably knew. He definitely knew that I admired him. I did whatever he said without hesitation and was all over him like a puppy dog. When he complimented me, I got so excited. And when he criticized me, I was crushed. But I listened to the critiques and worked even harder. I remember my whole body tingling when he’d spot me in the weight room.”

Cody smiles, “Oh, he knew. I can always tell when a client is crushing on me.”

“Yeah, me too. So, he probably did. But a bunch of the other guys were the same. I don’t even know if he’s gay. He followed us up through junior year, but he got a college coaching opportunity that summer. When we arrived at senior practice and he was gone, I was heartbroken. The next year, I really wanted to go to the college he was at, but they never recruited me, and I had to follow the scholarship.”

My boyfriend offers a suggestion, “Well, if you’re still feeling all crushy and need closure, he’s at an LA school now. Send him a congratulatory note on his new job. Welcome him back. Set up a meeting.”

“I could.”

“And include pictures to ‘remind him who you are’. Include a side profile so he gets a great look at your pecs and ass. Ooh, send him a link to your profile at The Cave and a free access code. If he’s gay, he’ll come running to you, babe.”

“You don’t think that’s a little much?” I take one look at Cody’s face and laugh, “No, of course you don’t. You are one-of-a-kind and I love you for it.”

“Look, Jae, I love you with all my heart, but I never want you to feel limited. You’re too young for that. So, you’ve got a man who is going to help you cross these lingering crushes off your list. First Paul, now it’s Butch’s turn. Include the picture with a comment that he inspired your interest in fitness and why you became a trainer.”

“Huh, that’s not bad. I won’t send The Cave, but maybe I should send a pic. You sure you’re not jealous?” He smirks. I smile, “Of course you’re not.” I lean in and kiss Cody. “I am so very lucky, jagi.” Cody's eyebrows go up at me using 'jagi'. He heard the word, a term of endearment in a Korean drama we watched and liked it. Now, it's what I call him when I'm flirting.

My boyfriend grabs me, and we make out passionately. Our t-shirts come off. Cody maneuvers us around the sofa, him on top, pinning me down. I tightly grip his back as he grinds his bulge on top of mine. I’m hard and moaning. His mouth slides onto my neck. I slide my hands down his body to his ass. I pull his thin athletic shorts over his ass and onto his legs and then do the same with my own.

Cody slides down my body, kissing and caressing me as I play with his hair. When he reaches my cock, he smoothly slides his shorts off and then peels mine down. He engulfs my cock, quickly taking in my whole shaft. My head throbs inside his throat as he brings his hands into play. I arch my back and grip the sofa as he owns my junk. Oh fuck, he’s so good at this!

My body lights up as he uses his hands and mouth on me, sucking and pumping, caressing and fondling. Holy fuck. I close my eyes and arch my back. My moans fill the room. Cody is ruthless and relentless, knowing exactly how to edge me. He reaches up and attacks my pecs, one of my weaknesses. With my nipple in hand and cock in mouth, I could explode any minute.

My boyfriend pulls off. I look up at him disappointed, but I see his smirking face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Cody lifts my legs and goes at my hole. Oh, fuck me. His tongue is magic down there. I hold my legs to give him free access, but also to keep my hands away from my leaking dick. Fingers are added. I whimper his name as he tortures me with foreplay.

Without stopping the rim job, Cody reaches into the coffee table drawer and pulls out lube and protection. I’m still rock-hard as two lubed fingers slide deeper inside me, and his tongue runs all over my balls. I beg him, “Cody, please. Just fuck me already. I can’t take any more.”

“I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. Your stamina is improving.”

As he rises up and sheathes his massive man-meat, I realize how true that is. I’m so sexually sensitive that it’s cost me wrestling matches, but I do have a little more resistance now. Thanks to an endless supply of sex with my gorgeous partner. Fuck, I love Cody. Oh, he’s ready. I brace for impact. No matter how often I take his cock or how long the foreplay, I’m still so tight.

Cody folds me up onto my shoulders a little more then slowly presses inside me. I groan loudly, facing the pain and anticipating the pleasure. He eases in. We lock eyes. When he knows I’m good, he starts pounding. I grunt and beg for more. Cody’s in and out, going balls deep inside my hungry hole. I gasp as my eyes roll back in my head from the sheer ecstasy of his power.

“Oh, fuck, jagi. Give it to me! I love you!”

My boyfriend grunts back, “Love you, too, Jae.” He slows down but drives in harder and as deep as he can then holds it. He repeats the slow, long movements and then resumes jackhammering my ass. I can’t take it, my cock exploding in a hands-free orgasm. I whimper and groan as he continues to take me. No credit for finishing early. He’s going to go until he’s done.

My whole body is even more sensitive post-sex. My hole tightens and convulses as my body shakes from the brutal and beautiful fucking. When he pulls out, I quickly roll onto my knees on the floor. By the time the condom is off, I’m pulling him to me. He lets me finish him off, using my hand and mouth. Cody erupts onto my tongue, and I eagerly swallow every drop.

We collapse onto the couch, spooning and snuggling. Behind me, Cody kisses my shoulder as he hugs me against his body. I whisper, “I love you so much, Cody.”

“I love you, too, Jae.”

OUTSIDE THE CALIFORNIA CAFE.

“JAE!”

I recognize that voice. That deep, raspy voice. It still sends shivers down my spine and gets me feeling all tingly. It’s like I’m that teen boy again. I turn and recognize the MAN lightly jogging toward me. In shorts and a tee, he looks as amazing as ever. Maybe even more amazing. Handsome with short dark hair and goatee. Muscular at 5’10” and just over 200 lbs.

Coach Butch grabs me in a big hug. He crushes my body until I groan. I squeeze him back just as hard. Well, almost as hard. He doesn’t groan. He’s so solid. Mmm, he smells fresh. Damn. My body tingles just like it did when I was in high school. He steps back and slowly looks me up and down. He shakes his head with a huge smile. I feel like he’s admiring me.

“Look at you, you’re a man now! Damn, you look great, Jae. Clearly just as hard-working as ever.” He smiles and shakes his head. “Sorry I’m late. Got to get used to LA traffic again after my time in Boise. I was surprised to get your note. But real happy to get it, too.”

“Thanks, Coach. Well, I saw the story about your new job, and I was telling my boyfriend about you. He’s the one who actually suggested I reach out.”

“Boyfriend? Oh. That’s nice.”

Uh oh. Coach gets a weird look on his face. “Yes, sir. His name’s Cody.”

“That’s great for you. I’m single myself. Haven’t found my full-time man, yet.” Well, that’s one question answered. Coach asks, “So, what’s new? Besides the boyfriend.”

“Well, Coach, I’m a personal trainer now.” He makes a move to go into the cafe, but I hesitate. I pause and then decide to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Before we go in and catch up, can I say something?”

“Of course.”

“When I saw your name, I told Cody how great you were and how we never really had a proper goodbye. We finished the year and then when I came back to school, you were gone. You were in Idaho and never recruited me, so it always felt a little … incomplete. I never got to tell you how much I appreciated you. I want you to know that you’re a big inspiration to me.”

“Aw, Jae. Thank you. Thank you for telling me that. I’m sorry about not getting the head coach to recruit you. I felt bad about that at the time, but -”

I hold up my hands, “It’s okay. It’s just that, well, you were really special to me. I get that you coached a lot of young men, but you were my favorite coach at any level. I’m pretty sure this won’t be a surprise, but I had a crush on you. A big one.”

His smile returns, “Yeah, I could tell. It’s why I didn’t recruit you.”

“What?”

“Jae, I was a second-year defensive backs coach at my first college job. I couldn’t bring on any guys who might’ve felt a certain way about me. I worried it made me look like a jerk, but the potential conflict and problems were too much. Especially with a sexy young man like you.”

I beam that he thinks I’m sexy. “Wow. I always wondered.”

“That’s one of the reasons why I was so happy that you reached out. I hoped it meant that you had no hard feelings. Or at the very least, you’d let me explain.”

“Oh, Coach, definitely no bad feelings.”

“I knew you’d get a full scholarship somewhere. I told everyone I knew about you. And I followed your career. I almost reached out after the bowl game where you got that interception. But the rules against tampering are strict.” Coach grabs my shoulder and I get tingly, “Feels good to get this out.”

“I agree. Trust me, Coach. My outreach was entirely for positive reasons.” I ask, “You said that the recruiting thing was one of the reasons you were happy I reached out. What was the other?”

“Not important now. So, tell me about you.” He bluntly asks, “Is the boyfriend thing serious?”

I say, “Yeah, very much. We live together. You’d like him. He’s a personal trainer too. He’s trusting and really confident. Like today, for instance. Not many boyfriends would let their guy meet up with an old … coach of theirs.” His eyebrows go up. I go for it, “We’re open and honest with each other. Like I said, he’s the one who suggested I contact you.”

Butch grins, happier now. He asks hopefully, “After you told him about the crush?”

“Yes, after. Were you hoping that was why I reached out?”

“The thought crossed my mind. Especially when you reached out with that pic. It was … it was something. And it still didn’t do you justice. You’re quite the hunk now, Jae.”

“How would you like to skip coffee and see our place? It’s close by and pretty cool. Gym on the main floor, big apartment on the second, and an amazing private rooftop deck.”

“That’d be great. I’d love to see it.”

THE ROOF.

“And we’re done. That’s the tour, Coach. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water, please. Very nice, Jae. You and Cody are doing well for yourselves. Obviously great personal trainers. Do you ever stop working out? I notice that you have a lot of exercise mats down. Every floor has them.”

With that door open, I charge through it, “Actually, they’re wrestling mats. Cody and I wrestle a lot. Not just each other. We wrestle a lot of other guys, too. A ton of impromptu matches seem to spontaneously happen around here. But mainly, we wrestle because it’s our side hustle. Cody co-owns a superhero-themed wrestling video company. Ever heard of The Cave?”

Coach admits, “No, not familiar with it. But if you wrestle there I’d like to be.”

I text him the URL and a code I got from Cody, just in case it came up. “That’s a code for a free subscription. You can check me out. I mean, check it out. As one of the busier guys, I’m in the top row on the hero page. Consider it a small thank you for all you’ve done for me, Coach.”

“Nice, but if that’s just a small thank you, how do I get a big one?”

I grin, “You wrestle, Coach?”

“Is that an answer or a question? Either way, I say ‘yes,’ Jae.”

Just minutes later, Coach is stretching out in a skimpy pair of black trunks I gave him. I’m not sure how long they’re going to stay on, but I wanted to start as friends. I think he’s been ready to fuck me since he got my email and picture. It’s pretty obvious that he read my outreach as an invitation (because it was) but he got temporarily thrown when I mentioned Cody.

I bounce around in white trunks. He can’t keep his eyes off me, whether it’s my pecs, pouch, or butt when I turn. He’s hungry for all of me. The guy is strong. Just looking at him I know that he can overpower me. But I’m pretty good nowadays. The past year of wrestling so much has taught me a lot. I’m younger, but he’s only 34, so I doubt it’ll make any difference.

We stand on the mat, facing off. I’m suddenly nervous and conflicted. This is Coach. It’s like I’m that lightweight teenage kid again. My instincts are to defer to him. Do what he says. My fantasies always had him on top. But I’m not that kid any more. I’m a man. His equal. And I want to win. I want to take his ass just as much as he wants mine.

Our lock up starts tentatively, more of a feeling out deal. He’s definitely solid and powerful. Suddenly, Coach powers up. He twists and forces me down, turning to lock me in a standing side headlock. I use my experience to counter, pushing on him and escaping before he can trap me. With me behind him, I get my arms under his pits and get him into a full nelson. UNF!

I lock my hands behind his head. He bends forward to break it, but I hold on. As his hips come back, his butt hits my bulge. I can’t resist grinding on him. He lets out a surprised groan and his fighting stops. We enjoy the moment before I force him back to standing. I try to move him from side to side, but he grunts and flexes, spreading his lats as he pulls down. GRRR!

Coach is too strong. I know I’m about to lose the hold, so I let him break it. His arms fly down and he stumbles a bit, expecting more resistance. I grab him around the waist and lock on a reverse bearhug. I lift him up and lean back, holding his feet off the mat. The muscle hunk grips my forearms as he moans. I lower him down, lining up my bulge with his ass and pushing.

I squeeze with all I’ve got. It’s all I can do to not kiss the back of his neck. Coach squirms to get free. He’s gyrating, moving his hips, and rubbing on my cock. Fuck. I don’t know how deliberate it is, but the smooth spandex-on-spandex action feels great. And it’s distracting. My reverse bearhug isn’t as powerful. Suddenly, he breaks free and spins around behind me.

Coach grabs me in a reverse bearhug. ARGH! Fuck! That’s tight! My back presses against his torso and it’s like leaning against a brick wall. I can’t help but feel his pouch pressing against my butt cheeks. I know that’s deliberate as he starts literally humping. If not for our trunks, I’d be fucked. Literally. I don’t mind, but I need to. I can’t just lie down for him. I won’t.

When I start to struggle harder, Coach lifts me up and spins, dropping me to the mat. I spread my arms and legs, stopping us with a firm plank. The musclehunk powers me back up to standing. Before he can try again, I turn, whipping my elbow back against his big bicep. THUD! It doesn’t hurt him at all, but I guessed that. My plan was to get him off-balance.

I keep squirming, twisting, and hitting and it finally works. Coach’s grip is looser and he’s fighting more to control me than hurt me. I quickly shift gears. I bend forward and grab his leg. I pull up fast and hard. He isn’t ready for it, and I manage to topple him onto his back. SPLAT! I keep hold of his leg, spinning and stepping over him to lock him in a single leg crab.

Coach groans as I sit back, applying pressure to the single leg crab. He grunts and growls in surprise and frustration. His deep voice still turns me on and when he’s suffering, it’s even hotter. Fuck. As I adjust, I rub his leg. It’s so hard and tight. Damn. I counter every counter he tries, using my training to handle his power. Having him under control has me horny as fuck.

The crab isn’t going to get me a win, so I drop it suddenly. I jump and spin, splashing down on his back. SPLAT! OOF! Coach is solid but 190-lbs of muscle coming down from five feet in the air knocks the wind of him. I slide up and pull him into a camel clutch. UNF! I lean back and get even louder grunts. He fights me, trying to power out as I fight to control him.

Usually, a camel clutch is pretty calm, especially for the guy on top but not this one. It’s like I’m trying to control a lion. He’s pulling and working to slide his arms free. We’re both struggling and sweating. Coach manages to win by twisting a little. His right arm slides over my knee. With only half of him, he manages to topple me over and roll away. Fuck.

We get to our knees, both breathing hard with a sheen of perspiration on us. I can see he’s semi-hard in his black trunks and I know I’m right there with him. He gets up and casually drinks from the metal water bottle. His eyes look at me like I'm the sexiest guy he's ever seen. It makes me even more excited. Coach Butch was my fantasy man for so long. It's like I'm back in high school.

The muscle hunk growls, “Nice moves. Can your favorite coach make a suggestion?”

I immediately respond, “Of course, Coach." I realize that my old training is kicking in. Gotta listen to the coach. Obey the coach. No, I'm not a boy. I rise up to stand at his level. Man-to-man. I ask, "What is it?”

“Ever wrestle first-to-cum, Jae?”

Without hesitation, I say, "Yes, Coach." I know that first-to-cum is not my strength. I’m very susceptible to erotic torture, so this kind of match favors my opponent. However, when Coach Butch is the one asking, I can’t resist. He just stares at me. I quickly reply, “Let’s do it.”

“You won’t regret it, kid.”

I smile at him switching to calling me ‘kid’. Mind games or habit? Either way, it gets my cock twitching, but then again, he could recite the alphabet and it’d drive me wild. I nod, “Trust me, Coach, I’m not worried about regrets.”

We get down on our knees, facing each other. Coach surprises me by sitting back. He pulls off his trunks. I admire the naked muscleman in all his glory. He’s as sexy and handsome as I dreamed. This whole moment feels like a dream. I follow suit, stripping my white trunks, even though I know wrestling naked hurts my chances of winning. Fuck, I could probably pound out a load in seconds right now.

Coach gets back up. As I rise to face him, he moves in quickly. The muscle hunk tackles me down before I can set. He lies beside me, wrapping my legs with his as he pins my left arm down with his body. As I move to push him off, Coach grabs my right wrist and forces my arm up, bending it behind my head. UNH! I struggle but he’s strong enough to hold me in place.

I’m locked up and stretched out, ripe for the taking. He has one hand free, and I know he’s going to use it to torture me. Sure enough, he lightly runs his finger over my lips. Mmm. It slides down over my Adam’s apple and through the deep trough between my pecs. I squirm and writhe as I feel it. Next, it’s between my abs all the way to my smooth pelvis. UNH!

“Still sensitive, kid? I’ll always remember how fidgety you were when anything just rubbed on you. Guys used to poke you and flick your chest to tease you. Remember?” I shake my head. "I used to do it, too. Subtly, but I always got a reaction. Boy, how you'd react when I'd spot you. Or brush your arm. Rub the back of your neck. Massage your shoulder. I probably could've gotten you to play on a broken leg with just a pat on your butt. Right?"

"yes."

Coach brings his finger back up and rubs my nipple. I squirm and whimper. He smiles, “Yeah, just like the old days. Oh, your cock likes that, doesn’t it?” He reaches down and grabs my cock. He jerks it and I moan. He asks, “Bet I could win right now, couldn’t I?”

I whimper a soft and unconvincing, “no.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take my time, kid. Where else gets you going?” He lets go of my shaft and runs his fingers back up my torso. I twitch and gyrate harder, unable to hold it together. My dick bobs up and down. It’s hard as a rock as he teases me with a feather touch. “Man, you still get those goosebumps when I touch you. Takes me back. Does it take you back, kid? When you'd do anything for your favorite coach?”

“no.”

Coach just laughs as he continues to erotically torment me. The caressing feels so good. And he’s right. It does take me back. But I have to focus. He makes his way back to my cock, pumping it as he squeezes it tightly. OH! I have to focus! I have to! I manage to get my feet planted and I bridge my hips up. I pull my right arm free and break his leg scissors.

I pull away from him, scrambling to the furthest part of the mat. My cock is hard and sticking out. The muscle hunk has a big smile on his face as he stands up. He moves in as I rise, watching him cautiously. He seductively says, “Look at how you filled out, Jae. Damn, you got your favorite coach all kinds of excited, kid. You know how sexy you are, right?”

The sexy stud extends his arms, offering a lock up. I move in to meet him. As soon as I get close and we’re about to connect, he drops his arms and charges in. Our bodies collide. BOOF! Coach slaps on a tight bearhug. I groan. He leans forward into it, attacking my neck with his mouth. Oh, man. The pain of the bearhug mixes with the tender kissing and I melt.

Coach bounces me in the bearhug, and I struggle to breathe. My head falls back, leaving my neck wide open for his lips, tongue, and teeth. I grip his shoulders for support. They’re so strong. I feel his waggle his hips and our cocks slap together in a sword fight. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I can’t hold back a long moan. I push against him, but his vice-like hug is too much.

I feel my resistance fading as my cock leaks. I stagger trying to keep my legs under me. Damn, I feel so weak. I can barely react when he lets go of the bearhug. Before I know it, Coach scoops me up across his chest. He drops me over his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! ARGH! He keeps me on his leg, forcing me to helplessly hang on his leg.

Coach caresses my torso with his right hand and tickles the inside of my leg with his left. Oh fuck! My head and feet dangle. I try to rise, but he’s quick to put me back down. My back seizes up, but that’s not my primary worry. The muscle hunk toys with my nipple, groggily chuckling at my predicament. When his left hand wraps around my cock, I gasp.

The big strong hand starts manipulating my manhood. It feels good as he applies pressure and pumps. Slowly up and down at first and then he picks up speed. Oh, he adds a twist, really working it. My pre-cum provides the lube for his calloused hand to smoothly slide up and down. I whimper and struggle, but he’s got me. I’m doomed if I don’t escape.

Coach starts trash-talking me, “Yeah, you were always such a good boy. A sweet kid who did everything his favorite Coach said. Right, Jae? You like pleasing your favorite Coach, don’t you? You gonna cum for your favorite Coach? Show me what a big man you are now? C’mon, kid, show me how far you can shoot. Impress me!”

I groan, “no.”

The muscle hunk slides his right hand down my torso and forces a finger into my mouth. I instinctively suck on it. “Yeah, good job, Jae. You gonna be my star player? Prove that you’re my superstar stud?” The word ‘superstar’ hits me like a ton of bricks as it brings The Cave into it. He’s unknowingly used my hero-name, SuperStar. “C’mon kid, I’m gonna count down.”

“no.”

“You’re gonna cum in ten. Nine.” I feel my load building. “Eight. Seven. Six.”

Oh, fuck I might just do it for him, cum on command! In desperation, I crunch my abs and whip my legs up. He’s left them dangling loose, so I manage to get them up. I grab him around the head and pull. I flip him to his left. He rolls onto his back, and I land sitting on his face looking down his muscled body. I push his arms against his sides, locking them there with my knees.

I punch his solid six-pack abs. THUD! POW! THUD! Coach grunts into my ass. My cock bounces at the feeling of his hot breath hitting my hole. Oh fuck. However, from the way his dick swelled up, I’d say the muscle hunk likes gut punching. I fire off another round of punches. POW! THUD! POW! He starts to leak, and I have my way in.

Coach lifts his head and licks my hole. OH! I whimper and He bucks up, rolling us over. I have the focus to scissor his head and keep us rolling. I smoothly maneuver into a figure-four head scissors, squeezing tight on his head. He tries to attack my hole with his mouth, but I lean forward, and he can only lick flesh. It’s nice but not enough to distract me.

I grab hold of his leaking cock head with my mouth and grip his shaft with my hand. I start working. He moans loudly. I lovingly suck and jack him, a fantasy of mine, but from the sounds coming from him, it’s definitely a fantasy for him right now. He pushes on my body, but I can tell his heart isn’t really in it. As his pre-cum hits my tongue, I let out a moan, savoring it.

My figure-four head attack has him compliant and my mouth and hand have him weak. I’m getting him close. He recognizes it, too. Suddenly, his fists pound into my side. THUMP! BOP! THUMP! I grunt and lose control of his head as my legs open enough for him to slip free. I keep working on his cock, not letting it go. He manages to grab my cock as we roll onto our sides.

Coach swings his legs over my shoulders and plants them behind my head as he goes after my cock with his mouth and hand. We’re in a dueling 69, each working hard to get the other to cum as we play with the other’s junk. OH! He’s got great technique. I’m hard and leaking now, too. I feel like I’ve got the edge as I’m sucking down a ton of pre-cum and his balls are contracting.

I’m confident and the muscle hunk must feel it, too. He’s moaning loudly as he releases my cock. Suddenly, he pushes me away and rolls to escape his impending eruption. I get up and come in fast as he rolls onto his back. I bend down to grab him, but he surprises me by crunching up and grabbing behind my head. WHAT? He pulls me down and rolls me over.

As I roll over into a cradle, he powers me into a spladle! My shoulders are pinned, and my legs split out wide. His body immobilizes my left arm. Coach locks my left leg behind his head and traps my right leg between his legs. I’m folded up and not going anywhere. My cock hangs down, pointing right at my face. It hovers over me, mocking me. The only good thing is that I don’t think that he can jerk it very well in this position.

“Okay, kid, time for you to show you favorite Coach what you got.”

Okay, Coach has me locked up tight in the spladle. He’s too powerful and I’m too horny. I was right that my cock is out of reach, but the muscle hunk toys with my hole. I know I’m in real trouble and I try not to I love it. I fight, but he’s so strong and I’m so weak against his finger as it teases me. I’m gasping and whimpering. He’s the MAN and I’m just a kid in comparison.

The gorgeous hunk smiles wickedly, “Now, I’ve never had a first-to-cum match where the guy shoots hands-free before. I always gotta pump it outta them. But I think you …”

I beg, “please don’t, Coach!”

“Yeah, you’re real close, aren’t you? Coach has you so close. Your balls are churning, and your beautiful dick is tightening for me.” I shake my head, trying to focus. “I bet you won’t last a minute if it pushed in a little deeper.” I whimper. “Yeah, you want Coach to take your load. It’d be so hot to give up just to my finger fucking you. Like a fantasy, right? Admit it.”

Coach’s thick index finger pushes inside me. I tighten up and cry out. He goes slowly and then back, leaving just the tip inside me. I relax until he pushes in again. AH! He goes deep and hits the spot. I gasp and my eyes roll back in my head. There’s no hiding it. Pre-cum runs from my slit to my pecs. It’s flowing and my balls have contracted. I close my eyes to resist.

Coach orders, “OPEN YOUR EYES, KID! EYES ON THE PRIZE!” I obey. “Admit it, boy.” I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “TIGHTEN THAT HOLE! SQUEEZE YOUR COCK! COME ON, KID, DO IT. YOU CAN DO IT!” I instinctively obey. He demands, “ADMIT IT! SAY IT!” He’s full-on finger-fucking my hole. “COAT YOUR FACE, KID. YOU CAN DO IT! I KNOW YOU CAN!”

I can’t resist, “TAKE MY CUM, COACH! TAKE IT! YOU WIN! IT’S YOURS!”

I surrender, giving into his deep, gruff voice: the moment; the fantasy; and the feeling of having this gorgeous muscleman finally control me. All of it. My cock erupts in a body-shaking orgasm that has my cock cramping with pleasurable pain as my load is forced out of me. I scream as I shoot, held in the spladle, feeling his amazing strength as my whole body convulses.

Ropes of cum fire down and out. They hit my face with force and then keep coming. Coach orders, “DON’T STOP, KID! YOU START SOMETHING, YOU FINISH IT! GIMME ALL YOU GOT! GIVE COACH EVERYTHING YOU GOT!” I empty my balls all over myself. When I’m done, he takes his finger out and then releases me. I open up and lie spread-eagle on the mat.

Coach grabs my cock and squeezes out a few more drops. I watch him. He praises me, “Good job, kid. I knew you could do it. Knew you had it in you. And man, did you have a ton in you.” I’m an exhausted, sweaty, cum-soaked mess, but I’m still happy as fuck. I lost, but I feel like a winner. “Yeah, that’s my superstar.” My eyes go wide, and I laugh. He asks, “What?”

“My superhero name in The Cave. It’s SuperStar.”

Coach moves up. He swipes some of my cum off my face and then feeds it to me. In a surprisingly quiet tone, he says, “It suits you. Perfect name for a perfect young man.” He silently studies me as I suck on his finger. Finally, he smiles, “Superstar. Yeah, makes sense. I hope your Cody knows just how lucky he is.”

When he slides his finger free, he rolls over and up onto his knees. “You won, Coach.” I ask, “How do you want me?”

“Just as you are, Jae. Exactly as you are.”

Coach looks me in the eye with a piercing stare. He doesn’t move and I wonder what’s going through his head. He nods his head, as though getting focused. The hunky muscleman grabs lube and a condom. He slides down between my legs, opening them wide. I prop myself on my elbows. Some of my cum runs down into my mouth. I lick it up as I watch him get ready.

Sweaty and pumped, I’m excited as we lock eyes again. His stare is intense. I break it and see that his cock is leaking already. It’s nice piece. Average length and thick. However, my eyes are more focused on the man behind it. That’s what has my dick swelling up again, even before he finally fucks me. I lift my legs and roll back, holding my legs open and up for him.

The hunky muscleman doesn’t jump in. He slides back and lies down with his face at my ass. I moan loudly when I feel his thumb toying with my hole and then his tongue. Oh fuck! Coach is giving me a rim job. Oh, fuck me! I never pictured him as the foreplay type in my fantasies. He’d just bend me over a bench and take me from behind. This is a nice surprise.

Coach’s tongue drives me wild. I don’t know how long he goes but I need to change positions, rolling over and crouching with my butt up high. He’s still playing with it. A lubed finger works inside me. Oh man. And then a second, opening me up. I groan as he turns his fingers, toying with me. My cock is leaking under me. The anticipation has my head spinning.

“Roll over on your back, Jae. I wanna see that handsome face.”

I obey, flopping onto my back as he sheathes his cock. I’m happy, because I want to see him, too. Before he plows into me, Coach leans forward. My legs rest against his broad shoulders. He folds me up to kiss me on the lips. He owns my mouth. The muscle hunk licks up some of my drying cum from my cheek and then attacks my left nipple with his mouth. I cry out.

Coach slides back. It’s showtime. Sure enough, he’s ready to fuck me. I beg, “Take my ass, Coach. Please? Fuck me hard!” He smirks and then guides the tip of his cock into my eager hole. His eyes return to mine, and I melt against them. The hunky muscleman smoothly drives inside me. I moan, “Oh fuck, yes! It feels so good!”

Our eyes never move off each other. He starts pumping, hammering in balls deep. I bite my bottom lip as I whimper for him. I want him to know how much this means to me. I tense my pecs and then bounce them. He licks his lips. Coach picks up steam. My cries are louder now. His body flexes with every thrust. He’s grunting and sweating, his pelvis smacking my cheeks.

I’m surprised when he pulls out. I look at him, curious as he falls back on his butt, lowering my legs. “You okay?”

“Never better. Get on top of me, Jae. I want to see those amazing pecs bounce.”

I eagerly do as he asks. He lies back with his cock up. I squat over his throbbing cock. I’m open, so I can slide down easily. I take my time, lowering myself slow. I go all the way, filling myself with his cock. Coach puts his hands behind his head. I admire the lat spread before I start fucking myself on his rock-hard cock. My cock flies up and down as I work. My pecs bounce for him.

Coach gasps, “Oh damn, Jae. I’m not gonna hold on. Sit down!”

I lower myself and he crunches up, grabbing hold of my pecs. As he fondles them, Coach pumps his hips under me, bridging up and driving in deep. He growls, “I’M GONNA CUM!”

I see his whole body shake as he explodes inside me. The condom catches his load, but I can feel the warmth as he shudders and shakes. He keeps pumping, slowing down as he milks himself dry. When he’s soft, he pulls me forward into a kiss as his cock slides out. I roll off and around. I free and clean his cock off, sucking down the remnants of his load.

When I finish, I roll over and rise. I grab a towel and wipe down. Coach rises and I lead him to a chaise lounger. He collapses onto it. I grab waters from the fridge up here and then fall onto the one beside his. We relax quietly until we’re recharged. At that point, we reminisce and talk about our lives. I enjoy having ‘guy talk’ with Coach for the first time.

Eventually, we head down to the shower. He can’t resist fucking me one more time, this time from behind as I brace myself against the shower wall.

THE GOODBYE.

As we head down the stairs, I hear Cody talking and someone else grunting. Oh shit, what time is it? Damn. Cody’s client. I look at my Apple watch. Wow. My boyfriend sees us and smiles. He gives instructions and then heads over. He extends a hand to Coach and pulls him into a bro hug. After these quick introductions, the two studs check each other out.

Cody says, “I need to thank you, Butch.”

Coach is surprised, “For what?”

“Well, Jae and me only met because he became a trainer and I hear you’re responsible for that. I can see why. You’d inspire anyone to get in shape.” Cody asks, “Do you want to stay for dinner? I’ve got one more client after this, but I’d love to get to know you.”

“Uh, I can’t tonight. I have a thing.”

My boyfriend offers, “Okay. You’re welcome here any time, Butch. Anyway, I have to get back. Great to meet you.”

As we head out, I notice the client checking us out. Cody re-focuses the guy on his bicep curls, but it makes me smile. I guess we do make an impression. I walk Coach back past the cafe to his car. He thanks me for reaching out. I thank him for coming. It’s awkward small talk, neither of us quite sure how to end this conversation. When we reach his car, it’s a relief.

“You're all grown up, Jae. It’s so impressive, especially for a young man like you. But then you always were mature for your age. And focused. Cody seems like a great guy for you.”

“He is. And he meant what he said. I know a coach’s life is insane, but any time you’re free or maybe just need a break, we’re happy to have you come by. I know Cody would hit the mats with you. Me, too, but the door is also open for a meal or a workout or just to hang out.”

Coach nods, “Yeah, sure, I’ll let you know.”

We stare at each other for a minute and then hug. I wish him luck in the season, even though its months away. He wishes me all the best. It feels kind of final. I hope it’s not, but that sounded like a brush off. I’m pretty sure that when a guy says things like, 'I have a thing' and ‘I’ll let you know,’ that he will not call you. His car drives off and I stand there for another few minutes. I walk the long way home, lost in thought.

By the time I get back, I’m good, comfortable with my afternoon with Coach being a one-time thing. I got to satisfy my high school crush. Cody is between clients. Seeing him, I once again realize just how lucky I am. He really is the perfect guy for me. I give him a huge hug. He reciprocates, not saying or asking me anything. He knows me so well. He knows what I need. We make out passionately before I head upstairs to clean up the roof.

Later that night, Cody’s on his MacBook on the couch. He’s just wearing dark grey spandex tights as he does Cave business. I’m sitting at the kitchen island in workout shorts creating new workout plans for a couple of my clients. I have my back to him, trying to focus and knowing that his hot body will just distract me from my work.

Cody calls out, “You gave Butch the free code.”

I turn, “I did. How’d you know?”

“He’s used it.” I’m surprised. I wasn’t sure if he’d ever use it, but that was fast. Cody says, “Looks like he streamed some of SuperStar vs. Nuke Man. Huh, he immediately went to you vs. a big man. Interesting. And it looks like he stopped … right at the end of the first round. That was -” He pauses, thinking about what happened in that moment, “- Oh, yeah! I got it. Remember? That’s when Beau -”

I stop him, “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t say it. I remember.” I pause then admit, “Part of it, anyway.” (If you want to see, check it out here ... The Cave: The Adventures of SuperStar 3 - SuperStar vs. Nuke Man)

Cody smirks, “Of course you do, you looked so gorgeous. No wonder Butch didn’t make it past this moment on his first try. Hmm. Looks like he’s the one with the crush now.”

My chest puffs out a little and my cock tingles. I look at my plans. You know what, I’ll finish in the morning. I move to the couch, snuggling into Cody. I rub his bare abs. He moves to close his computer, but I stop him. Instead, I turn on the TV and then hit airplay. He’s curious, but just waits as I work, casually rubbing my back.

I start SuperStar vs Nuke Man from the beginning and then lean back, cuddling with him.

“Let’s see how far we get, jagi.”

THE END.