The trip got to an end, and I felt stuck again. The last thing I needed right now was to be alone again. In desperation, I decided to call up Coach again.
I wanted to feel safe and carefree because that's how I felt the last time I was at his place.
A heavy weight fell off my shoulders once I heard Coach tell me to come over. I packed some stuff and headed off. Since the trip, I've tried to think about Mike as little as possible.
Once I arrived and saw Coach Tom on his patio, a sparkle of joy and relief traveled through me. He smiled and waved at me. Coach was wearing a dark blue tracking outfit and had on slippers.
The zipper on his top couldn't stay completely closed, and you could see that he was wearing a white shirt underneath, which complimented his white socks.
His feet looked more like fins if I was being honest.
Coach greeted me with a hug and invited me inside.
"Want something to eat or drink?"
"I'm good, Coach, thanks... Ehm, where's Martha and your daughters?"
"Oh, they left for a trip to see their grandparents. I got the house for myself now. Good thing you're here now. It's not so lonely anymore."
There was that smile again. I loved seeing it.
"Well, if you're here, could you help me with something? I was unpacking the new squat rack I ordered. Wanna help set it up?"
"Of course, it would be rude not to help."
"Thanks, buddy! Let's go over to the gym room!"
We talked about all sorts of things while setting up the rack. Our workout routines, football, video games... I was surprised by how easy it was to talk to Coach. It felt like I was talking to someone my age, not a 37-year-old man.
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Meanwhile, at Jessica's:
"Oh! Faster! Faster!"
Mike knelt on the bed as Jessica was standing behind him.
"Damn, Babe, you really want it today, huh?"
Jessica started to thrust her hips into Mike as hard as she could.
The insert on the strapon's inside hit her clit with every thrust.
She liked the feeling, but the psychology behind the act was much more pleasurable. She gave Mike's cheeks a hard slap.
"Oh fuck yes bro!"
"Bro?"
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It took us some time till we finished setting everything up. Although it was not a huge accomplishment, I felt proud when looking at the finished squat rack. So was Coach, it seemed. His smile was even brighter than before.
"There we go! Good job bud!"
"Come on, Coach, this was nothing."
"Take some credit for your work; come on! It's nice that you helped me out."
"I guess..."
"What is that supposed to mean?!"
"I'm not nice Coach."
Coach's smile faded away. I looked away from him as a feeling of shame came over me.
"What is it?"
There was silence in the room, and I did not know what to say.
"Should I be worried?"
"No! I... I'm a bad friend Coach. I'm just a bad person."
I was staring at my feet. My whole body tensed as a shiver of pressure and sadness enveloped me. I wanted to run away and hide but had nowhere to go.
Please don't cry! Please don't cry!
"Hey. Hey! Buddy! What's wrong? You can tell me!"
I looked up at Coach, trying my hardest not to cry. That must've looked stupid.
"Tell me what's wrong!"
He grabbed my right shoulder and looked me in the eyes. He was searching for something in them.
"I, I ruined everything! Mike and I were best bros for life."
Coach started to circle his thumb against my shoulder.
"What did you do?"
"Please don't hate me, Coach. I did bad things to Mike. I called him bad things."
"What things?"
He looked a bit more serious now and scared me a little. He got me, and I would tell him everything at this point.
"What did you say to him!?"
"I... I called him a faggot..."
I couldn't look at Coach anymore; I was too ashamed. All I could hear now was him exhaling deeply. I looked up at him slowly. He had a concerned look and was still caressing my shoulder.
"Can you tell me why you called him that?"
I was scared shitless, but a more significant part of me finally needed to tell someone the truth.
"We did things guys don't do Coach... Gay things."
My heart dropped as soon as I said that. Coach, on the other hand, was softly smiling now.
"You got me worried there for a sec. Listen! There is nothing wrong with what you did. But you are right! What you called him was wrong. We need to fix that."
"I don't understand Coach."
"I know, but that will change! So you and Mike made each other feel good, right?"
I looked down at my feet for a sec again.
"Yes."
"And you both enjoyed it?"
"Y-Yes."
"So there is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with what you did!"
"No?"
"NO! In fact. I did something like that too. More than once, actually."
He smiled mischievously and gave me a little wink.
"You liked his body, right?"
Where was this going?
I was getting even more nervous now.
"Yes, I did."
"Well, with big guys like us..."
Coach put his hands against my chest.
"...it is normal to be attracted in a way to other big guys. It's in our nature.
And it's normal to explore that... curiosity."
His hands left my chest while my heart started racing like hell.
"Nothing is wrong with you, okay?"
"Okay Coach."
"Say it!"
"Nothing is wrong with me."
"Exactly! You will tell Mike the same thing and that you don't mean what you said to him anymore, Okay?!"
"Yes sir!"
"Good!"
"Now, let's get you changed and work out those muscles! I need to show you some things."
"Oh-Okay sir!"
I didn't know what was happening as I changed into my gym clothes, but I felt relief after telling someone the truth. Maybe Coach just wanted me to de-stress with a workout? That always helps. Once changed, I left the bathroom and got back to Coach. He was setting up some weights.
"Let's get to work boy!"
The workout Coach gave me was challenging but enjoyable.
My body felt spent, but I could feel the pump throughout it. I couldn't help it and started flexing. Coach approached me and joined in.
"You did great boy!"
"You did great too Coach!"
"Fuck yeah!"
Coach Tom had biceps so big they were practically bursting from his top, thigh muscles so large you would have to wrap your whole arms around them, and pecs so thick they almost looked like breasts. Not only was I admiring Coach's physique but also his entire presence.
His eyes were sharp, his eyebrows thick, his hair well groomed, and a majestic beard and mustache adorned his face. When looking at Coach, you could feel the toughness of a boss, the authority of a father, and a powerful life force emanating from his entire body like an aura. Greeks would've made statues of this Man.
As I was admiring him, Coach stepped closer. He was still flexing his body, but his eyes were focused on me now. Coach was taller than me by an inch or two, but now I felt like he was towering over me. The smell of his body got stronger as he came closer. I started breathing heavier.
"I want to look like you Coach. You look great."
He smirked and grabbed my right pec swiftly. The force of his strong hand made me sway back slightly. Coach's lips slightly scrunched up as he kneaded my pec muscles. Our bodies were emitting a lot of heat. Coach's hands felt hot and cold against my skin. Somehow this feeling was just right after the workout.
"You worked on these real good boy! Look at you."
"Thanks Coach."
I had no clue what Coach was doing to me, but the urge to touch his massive body was in my head right now.
I couldn't make myself do that, though.
If I were with Mike at the gym or other guys from Uni, sure, I'd touch their bodies about now. But I'm talking about Coach here! My eyes fixed on Coach's massive pecs. The fabric that covered them looked like it would burst any second. Suddenly, he started to make them bounce. I was amazed.
"It's okay. You can touch them. I see where you're looking at."
I said nothing as I slowly put my hands on Coach's pecs. They were bigger than my hands. I could feel his warm body and heartbeat even through the fabric of his clothes.
"Get a good feel! Come on now!"
His voice was deeper now. I started feeling around his hard pecs, and my jaw dropped. I still didn't say a word and just looked up at Coach.
Damn, do I love muscles!
We stood there for a while, touching each other's pecs. The more I touched Coach's chest, the harder I wanted to feel it. There was an urge in me to stick my face between his pecs, but I stopped myself.
"You like how they feel, right?"
"Yes Coach! They feel amazing."
He made them bounce a couple of times as he squeezed his chest in my hands.
"Now, I told you I had to show you something."
Coach got even closer to me now. My back pressed against a pole as I took a step back. My face was inches away from Coach's face and chest.
"Let me take this off, okay?"
"Oh-Okay!"
Even though I didn't want to, I let go of his chest. I watched in shock as Coach started to pull off his tops. He did so slowly and carefully. When he got everything off, I didn't know where to look. I tried to look at his face, but the enormous bare chest in front of me was too distracting. His pecs looked even better once I saw his skin and juicy nipples.
I wanted to touch those too, but when I looked at Coach's chest, his perfect abs with no fat distracted me! And once I looked at those, I got too embarrassed and looked back at his face.
This situation was too much for me. All I could do was swallow my spit and panic about where to look next.
"Now, don't act as you've never seen a shirtless man before. I know exactly how much you see in the locker rooms."
He took my hand and started placing it on his abs. He moved it over his hard six-pack so I could feel every mound of muscle. Then he pushed my hand back to his pecs.
Oh god!
They felt even better now.
"Now see? There is nothing wrong with exploring a guy's body. We have beautiful bodies that demand attention when they are this strong."
"You're right, Coach, but isn't it weird that we're both guys?"
"Does it feel weird?"
"N-No."
"So it's not weird. And what you did with Mike was normal too. It was a very manly thing to do."
"But... But we did more than touch."
Coach let out a deep but short laugh.
