Clay awoke in the middle of the night, surprisingly so considering everything that had happened in a single day before. He could feel his coach behind him, snuggling him closely. His warm breath lightly tickling the back of his head, a steady, even rhythm. It seemed the man could put a smile on his face even while he slept. He didn't want to move for anything in the world, But the pressure in his stomach was going to force him to. The kid really had to take a piss.
As gently as he possibly could, He started to move his coach's hefty arm off of his hip, The older man grumbled lightly in his sleep at the movement before rolling over to face the other side of the room, effectively freeing the boy. Clay pulled the corner of the bedding down, and, as lightly as possible, got out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, His body protesting from the strenuous activity it had yet to fully recover from. Bodily protest or not, he had made it and closed the door behind him quietly, fumbling around for the light switch in the dark before his fingers finally managed to brush over it. He turned it on and went about the business that had brought him there shortly after.
After he had finished, he turned to the sink and began running water to rinse his hands off, glancing in the mirror as he did so. His reflection showed him his own eyes that seemed tired and satisfied from the earlier events... Not to mention a mean case of bed head too. He finished washing his hands, dried them on a nearby hand towel, flicked the light switch back off, and opened the door to the bedroom. He shuffled groggily back to the warm and cozy bed he was sharing with his coach and returned to his side, careful not to disturb the older man.
He managed to lay on his back without eliciting any response or movement from the coach, and gently laid his head to rest back on the feather down pillow. The events of the previous day played in his head, from the locker room, to dinner, to his coach's magnificent orgasm that he gratefully swallowed down. Even to the events afterwards.
Shortly after Coach blew his load down the kid's throat, he had reached down and picked the boy up, placing him on the bed. After he made sure it was fine, he removed Clay's underwear. He took the boy's own 6 inch throbbing dick into his mouth expertly. Coach had very much known what he was doing, and in less than a minute, Clay had reached his climax, depositing his own jizz into the coach's mouth. Afterwards, he laid panting heavily as he bathed in the afterglow of receiving his first blowjob. (However briefly his unexperienced body had lasted.) The older man, now taking on his gentle tone again, spoke softly to the kid.
"Not bad for your second load today Clay, not bad at all," He punctuated the remark with the smile that stole a bit more of Clay's heart every time he saw it. Coach glanced up and down at the panting, naked, and spent boy sprawled out on the bed before him before continuing,
"Looks like I made quite the mess, how about we hit that shower? For real this time?" Clay nodded in agreement, too out of breath to do much more than that. Coach patted his thigh twice before offering his hand to help the kid sit up.
The pair made their way to the bathroom, Coach turning on the shower heads for both walls this time. He stepped under the stream of water coming from the left before he motioned Clay to the right. Clay took his place under it, The hot water soothed his aching muscles and washed some of the stink off of him. The latter part made him feel a bit sad for some reason. Coach grabbed a black bath sponge from a hook on the wall and let the water soak it thoroughly. He turned to add some body wash to it before he reached forward and gently began scrubbing the kid down. He was smiling at him as he did so before speaking.
"Let's talk Clay. A lot of things just went down in that bedroom, and I need to know that you were alright with them." He never broke eye contact.
"Coach, it was a lot... but I meant what I said earlier, I like the thought of being yours, I like you teaching me about sex, I like learning about some of the kinks I never expected I'd enjoy, I like how you make sure I'm ok afterwards... But more than anything, Coach, is that I REALLY like just being around you... This has been one of the best days I've had in a long time, and I believe I will always look back to this night and be happy I experienced that stuff with you. I know you worry for my well being, but I really do enjoy the things you do to me, I like it when you degrade and punish me, I like it when you order me around... And I liked taking anything that monster between your legs put down my throat Coach." Clay didn't lie about one single part. Coach Duncan only listened to the kid intently, kneeled down, and continued scrubbing the boy's lower body as he talked.
"You said earlier you knew my dad was a prick to me... You're right, he is. He degrades me too. He orders me around too. He calls me a faggot too. He smacks me when I fuck up too... But what he's never done is actually let me know he cared about me. He's never made me feel safe. Never made me feel appreciated... Not like you do Coach..." The kid's voice trailed off at the last part, and unsurprisingly, Coach saw he was starting to cry. The older man set the sponge aside and stood up, He pulled the kid into a tight embrace and simply let him cry it out, Clay shakily clutched the man while he just stood there and let the tears fall, washed away with the rest of the water.
Coach believed this was probably another first timer for the kid, The first time he really got to vent those feelings to another person, so he knew the best thing he could do for him was only listen and hold him tight, letting him know he was there for him. The kid's sobs began to die down, and coach loosened his embrace, instead moving his hands to hold the kid by both of his arms, tilting his head down at him. He gave the boy a gentle kiss on his forehead before he finally did speak.
"You don't realize how happy I am to hear that kid. I know I can be pretty rough during play, but those kinks and sessions won't define how I feel about you. You need to know that playtime is only playtime, and, unless you request it, outside of it I will NEVER harm you or make you feel unworthy of love... And that includes loving yourself too boy..." The words weren't lost on Clay. He appreciated them more than the coach could ever know. Coach spoke again.
"But I really do like owning you kid, You need to know I'm enjoying our time together too, and I can only hope you'll let me continue to do do. If you'll agree to be mine, I promise I'll make sure I will live up to the title of your Sir. I'll keep you safe, I'll ensure your needs are taken care of, and I'll care for you deeply in any way that I'm able... I'll probably still slap you around in the bedroom sometimes. Though, only IF you're alright with it boy, all that stuff is fun for me, but it's not something I'm gonna require from you. I'm fine with simple, sweet, passionate sex too. Clay managed to get his emotions in check as his coach spoke to him, Finally allowing himself enough breath back to reply.
"I'd very much like that coa... I'd very much like that Sir... MY Sir." Clay leaned forward and planted his lips firmly on the coach's own.
Clay's thoughts of the previous day were disrupted by his Sir stirring in the bed beside him, rolling over and staring at the kid peacefully.
"You ok?" Even in the darkness, Clay knew he was giving him that smile he had come to adore.
"Absolutely Coach." Clay turned on his side and slid back under the sheets to be met with one his coach's bulky biceps reaching over his chest and pulling him back against him. His own naked form was cradling the kid's.
