Coach walked into the kitchen with the boy in tow to grab some water while he processed the request. Coach had to be sure he'd just heard that correctly. The kid wanted him to take his virginity? To be honest, every fiber in his being wanted to jump on that train as quickly as possible, but instead, he needed to know that the boy knew what he was really asking for. The coach turned and took Clay's hands in his larger ones as he spoke, gently rubbing his thumbs up and down the back of the kid's own.
"Clay... I'd be happy to be that person for you, but are you certain that you're ready for that? It isn't exactly a big deal to lose your virginity, but in a very big way it also is. I mean, and this isn't even me being cocky so much as honest, you've seen my size... It's gonna hurt no matter how gentle I am. I know it probably seems silly to be cautious, considering what we've done already, but it's different. Someone's first time matters. I don't want you to regret that yours was with me someday." Clay listened to the man quietly. He was appreciative of the gesture, and he honestly did weigh the advice Coach had just given him, but he KNEW he wanted this. He KNEW he wanted him.
"If you don't want me to regret my first time, Coach, then I guess you'd better make sure it's pretty great then, huh?" Clay couldn't help but smile at the man after he said that, maybe because it was fun to challenge his mentor a little. Coach simply couldn't resist smiling at the remark either. Challenge accepted.
"I'll do my best kid." Coach brought their entwined hands up to his lips and gave the boy's a light kiss before standing up, pulling Clay up with him as he did so. He looked the boy softly, a faint smile on his lips, and spoke again.
"Well, shall we?" His head motioned towards the bedroom as he asked his question.
"After you, Coach." The kid didn't need to tell him twice. Coach Duncan, surprising Clay entirely, released his hands, bent down just a little, wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, and, (quite literally,) swept him off his feet. He adjusted the kid's weight just a bit so he was now holding him bridal style, his powerful forearms supporting him by the bend of his knees and on his back, a hand grasped over one shoulder for grip. Clay instinctually flailed a bit and moved his arms to hold himself up, clamping himself tightly around the coach's neck. Not that Coach minded at all, he simply looked down into the eyes of his boy and kissed him gently in his arms.
When they withdrew from the kiss, Coach turned and started down the hall, holding his precious cargo tightly against his wide chest as he did so. When they reached the room, he gently laid the boy on his back with his knees up and on the bed. The bigger man scooted himself on the bed immediately after, right between the kid's legs. He slid his knees forward, parting the boy's own as he did so, until he leaned forward and rested his elbows on either side of the boys shoulders. The coach's crotch was now pressed against the boy's butt and his body pressed lightly on his own. His head hung above the kid's, staring intently down at him. Clay realized he'd stopped breathing for the last few seconds. Coach gave him a moment to catch that breath as he whispered to the kid.
"Before we get naked and too worked up, What position do you want to be in? I want this to be perfect for you kid." Clay's heart was beating out of his chest at that moment, he felt like it was all he could hear as the man above him patiently waited for an answer.
"I can't think of anything better than looking you in the eyes like this, Coach..." It was the truth. The kid was positively star struck in this position, his view of the rough, powerful man above him gazing down so tenderly towards him encompassed every desire he could think of and even more that he couldn't. He wanted that man inside of him, there wasn't a single doubt left in regards to that.
Coach smiled down at the boy, lowered his face closer to his own, and gave him a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose before leaning back up on his knees. The man was still in his T-shirt, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes from the day, but not for much longer. Slowly, almost too slowly for the impatient boy beneath him, the man crossed his arms downwards in front of his shirt. He gripped the hem on the bottom with both hands, and, quite magnificently so, peeled the tight shirt off and up his bulky frame. The kid was getting a mesmerizing view of his abdominal, shoulder, and pectoral muscles flexing powerfully with the twisting motion as he removed the cloth. Clay didn't think he could ever get tired of watching that man take a shirt off. Coach Dunc. paused for a second to look back down at the boy and smirked a bit at the expression he saw on his face. He was clearly doing a fine job making it amazing for the kid already.
He unbuttoned his cargo shorts next and let them slide down his thighs to rest on the bedding, revealing he was already pretty damn hard underneath his jock to the kid. He leaned once to the left and then to the right, unhooking both knees from the shorts and then pulling them off completely, throwing them to join the shirt on the floor. Coach rested his massive hands on the boy's knees after he had disrobed near fully. The kid was just in basketball shorts and his underwear beneath, so it didn't take the coach long to shed both layers from the boys waist. His fingertips lightly grazed the skin down the boy's thighs as he did so, emitting a shudder from Clay, who was now completely naked, on his back, and staring up at the most erotic sight he'd ever seen in his life. So far anyways.
Coach hooked his thumbs on the elastic band of his jock, never breaking eye contact with his boy, and slowly eased it down, his thick cock was being revealed centimeter by centimeter as the fabric slid silently over the tool. Clay was helpless to not watch. Eventually, the plump head popped free of the band and stood at full salute, pointing cheerily at the boy's face, seemingly in anticipation of what was to come. Clay swallowed nervously.
