"Come in," I answered the knock on my door.
I really hoped this one would actually work. Who knew finding a high school baseball assistant coach would be so damn hard? So far I've gotten several unqualified fathers of players who are way into the game, clearly living out their high school fantasies through their kids. I've gotten a few others here and there, mostly kids fresh out of college with no experience whatsoever.
Please let this one be different.
The door opened and a younger guy stepped in. I don't know what it was about him, but my breath hitched when I saw his physique. The kid was incredible. Reddish blond hair like light copper, with a few freckles across his nose, he had a bit of a babyface thing going on. But he definitely had the body of a man. A man who seemed to live in the gym. His biceps strained against the sleeves of the tight compression shirt that he was wearing, which hugged every inch of his torso. His pecs jutted out, the fabric clinging to them underneath, framing them perfectly. I could even make out each ridge of his abs through the tight, thin material.
The shirt was clearly too small for him, evidenced by the fact that it left a thin sliver of skin bare around his waist. The kid also had a sharp, defined v-line as well. I'd never seen abs like that on anyone before.
Not only that, but he was wearing too-tight low-rise jeans that showed off his bulging quads, beefy thighs, and I could even tell from the front that his glutes were impressive - jutting out so I could see them. I could see the waistband of a clean white jock peeking out from the top of his jeans.
As he stepped forward, extending his hand, I had to wrestle my thoughts away. I was just admiring this absolute specimen of muscle. That's all it was, one athlete appreciating the physique of another.
"Hey man, what's up? I'm Victor Callahan." I stood up from my chair and met his hand with my own, making eye contact with him. I saw him giving me a cocky smile - like he knew I was just checking him out - er, admiring his physique. Clearly, he was somebody who loved to show off his body, but could I really blame him?
"Nice to meet you, Victor. I'm Tom Connors, but the students all call me Coach Tom. Please, have a seat."
The jock lowered himself onto the chair in front of my desk, and it actually creaked under his weight. I could see that the sides of his ass were spilling out of the seat too. Huh, maybe I needed to get a bigger chair?
"So, Victor, why do you want to be an assistant coach?"
Victor had a glint in his eye as he leaned forward. "Can I be honest with you Coach?" I nodded him on. "I've admired you from far away for a while. I'm not from this town, but one nearby. My team actually played against yours when I was in high school. My coach was okay, but nothing compared to you. I loved watching you work your magic with your players. I've been dying for a chance to work with you."
I balked at the praise this young guy was heaping on me. Now, I didn't think I was a bad coach, but I definitely didn't think I was good enough for a rival team's player to want to work with me so badly.
"I see... well I appreciate the flattery. I try my best. But flattery isn't going to get you the job." I said with my sternest voice. I couldn't have an assistant coach who was too cocky, I needed to have one who would defer to my judgment when necessary.
Victor leaned back in his seat. "Of course, Coach. That wasn't my intention at all, just being honest," finishing off with a wink.
What was going on? If I didn't know better, I'd say this young jock was... flirting with me? No, that definitely wasn't the case. It's probably just that these younger guys are more touchy-feely than back in my day. I just turned 40 this year, so I'm not that old. But being around teenagers all day definitely makes me feel ancient.
"Alright, Victor. Did you go to college?" I could have easily found this information on the resume he had submitted, but for some reason I didn't really feel like looking down at my desk right then.
"Yup, I graduated three years ago, Coach. Actually was a business major, concentration in sports management. I was team captain in college, too."
I was actually impressed. He seemed like a cocky jock, a real 'bro', but I knew from his resume he graduated with a 3.6 GPA. He definitely took school seriously.
"Three years ago? It looks like you have a gap on your resume from when you graduated until now."
"Yup, don't worry though, I wasn't just lazing around. I was just doing some... freelance stuff. You know, self employed."
What kind of freelance work could an aspiring baseball coach do? I guess he might have been giving private lessons.
"Do you have any experience coaching?"
Victor grinned at me again. "A little bit, Coach. I volunteered at a summer camp for underprivileged kids, teaching them baseball. It was more about wrangling the kids than actually playing much ball, but it's something."
Wow, my first impression of him was totally wrong. Just goes to show you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
I asked him the rest of the standard interview questions. The more I got to know him, the more impressed I was. He seemed level headed, and didn't take himself too seriously. Definitely he knew he was hot as hell, though. Guys like him can't help but want to show off their muscles to anyone, which is why I caught him subtly flexing while we talked.
I set my clipboard down on my desk. "So, final question: what is the real reason you want to be my assistant coach? With your credentials you could work anywhere you wanted, why here?"
Victor's face broke out into another one of his cocky smirks. He leaned forward against, dropping his voice, like he was going to tell me a secret. "You caught me, Coach. I wasn't exactly being totally honest when you asked me that before."
I raised an eyebrow in expectation.
"I wanna be under you, Coach. And I don't mean as a subordinate. Ever since I saw you back in high school I've wanted you. Inside me. I have a serious thing for daddies, and you are the hottest DILF I've ever seen."
I didn't even know how long I sat there, completely frozen with my jaw hanging open. I'd never in my life had someone be so...forthcoming about their interest in me.
Finally, I came back to my senses. "Listen, Victor. I'm flattered but uh, I think that kind of relationship is inappropriate. Besides, I'm not interested in men." I winced a little at that bold-faced lie. After all, every time Luke comes back to visit, I somehow end up balls-deep inside him. And then there was college...
Victor stood up and shrugged. "We'll see about that, Coach. I love the chase. Hope this doesn't affect my shot at the job. Maybe this will help change your mind," he winked while sliding a business card across my desk.
As he turned to walk away, I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I was right before, Victor's ass was... Christ, it was almost as big as Luke's. Round and meaty, stuffed into those skintight jeans, the top of his ass spilling out over the waist band, and because he was wearing a jock I could see his bare skin, pale and milky white. My dick throbbed in my shorts.
