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“Gage,” I breathed.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“Fuck me already.”
Without another word, he reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and I rose on all fours. To make sure I was ready, he poured some down my crack and used his fingers to rub it around my hole.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder to see that he was stroking his bare cock. Weeks ago, we’d decided to forego condoms after being tested.
Gage ran the tip of his shaft up my crease and back down. He went slow, savoring every second. I didn’t blame him. I wanted him to enjoy every second, minute, and hour we were together. He positioned himself and pressed into me the tiniest bit.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, needing him to fill me. “Don’t stop.”
He rocked his hips slowly, and with each push, he slipped farther until he was all the way inside. “Fuck, baby.”
“I know,” was all I said. Sex with Gage was amazing, and his dick in my ass was pure bliss.
Slowly, the speed of his pumps increased until he grabbed my hips and finally fucked me hard. The sound of slapping skin filled the quiet room until the bed squeaked, and we were moaning and groaning and panting. I grabbed my cock, jerking it with each thrust.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I praised.
“I’m gonna come soon.”
“Do it,” I urged. “Come inside of me.”
“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, and came inside my ass.
I came too, filling my hand with my cum.
We both turned onto our backs and caught our breaths. After I cleaned up, I walked back into the room and asked, “So, round two before we head back?”
“Yeah, but this time, you can fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
20
GAGE
Monday wasmy least favorite day of the week, and this one was no exception. After Kurt lost his shit before Saturday’s games, I realized I could encounter a similar problem with my high school team. To avoid any potential issues, I thought it would be best to have a chat with the athletic director, Paul since he was the one who had asked me to coach.
Swiping my sweaty palms down my legs, I knocked on his open door before calling out, “Do you have a minute?”
He glanced up from the stack of papers on his desk. “Sure. What’s up?”
I sat in the chair across from him. “There was an incident this weekend at my son’s baseball tournament.”
“Is everyone all right?”
“Yeah, everyone’s fine. It was another parent. He uh …” I rubbed the back of my neck. “He pulled his son from the team because the coach is dating a guy.”
“Okay?” His question hung in the air.
I took a deep breath and then admitted, “And I’m the guy he’s dating.”
“Oh—”
