Coach's Touch

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Clay asked. He had a bit of laughter hidden behind the question but he was obviously concerned. I wasn’t sure why though. Trey and I were just touching each other like usual. I loved feeling his muscular body wrapped up against mine. It didn’t make sense why we wouldn’t do that more often.

“They’re just being guys,” Coach grinned. He stood up from the couch after feeling himself and walked over to Clay. He stood nearly a foot shorter than the big guy but nearly everyone did. The giant was pretty much a wall and no one could get past him. “You can call me Coach,” Coach held out his hand for Clay to shake.

For a second Clay looked absolutely revolted. But that quickly passed. He stopped looking at Coach’s throbbing dick and looked him in the eyes. “Alright Coach. What do you have those two faggots doing?”

“Faggots? You don’t use that word,” Coach scolded. 

“Huh?” Clay asked. “I don’t?”

“No,” Coach scolded. “You don’t like using that word unless you’re talking about yourself.”

“But I’m not…” Clay stopped before he said it. It was like he was going to lie if he finished the sentence. Something had cut him off. 

Coach just pulled him closer ignoring what he was about to say. “We’re just doing warm ups. It’s just the beginning of the workout.”

“Ok…” Clay stared at us still. The smoke started to wrap around his body. His breathing started to slow and become more controlled. “But why are they naked…?”

Coach just laughed. “Cause that’s the best way to workout man. Haven’t you ever tried it before?”

“No…?”

“Really?” Coach was getting excited. “It’s one of the best ways to work out. Besides we’re all guys here. That just makes it more natural. You know the Greeks used to wrestle each other naked.”

“But I’m not a…” Clay paused again. He took another deep breath. “But isn’t that kinda gay?”

“Is that a problem,” Coach got serious for a second. His face turned jolly again. “Course it isn’t big guy. Why don’t you try it out? It’ll make you feel so much better. All that clothes weighing you down. It’ll feel so much better to have it all off. I know it.”

Clay’s face went a little red. “No I’m fine…” I could tell he was starting to feel the weight of his clothes like I did. Such a big guy had so much more to deal with as well. “I’ll just try working out with it on.”

“Really? I know it’s got to be really weighing you down. Just put on a jock like Buddy over there and you’ll feel perfect again.” Coach held up another one that would fit around Clay’s much bigger body. It was white but stained yellow from how much it’d been used. It must have been cleaned but I couldn’t make sure. 

Clay stared at it. He looked like he was about to reach for it then stopped. “No. I’m fine.”

Coach crossed his arms. “Don’t lie to me. What’s gotten into you? I know this is your favorite jock to wear. Just being around it and you can’t go soft.” I could confirm the bulge in his pants.

It was hard for Clay to say what was on his mind. He was obviously trying to stall. “It’s just I’m so fat compared to them. I don’t want them to make fun of me,” he whined. Thinking back at all the practices I couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t wearing a jersey or some kind of shirt. Everything was just a little too big to hide his added weight. 

Coach just started laughing. His big hand slapped the bigger guy on the back. “Is that all? You’re not fat. You’re husky. Maybe bulky but built. I can feel the muscle still. Go on flex. Let me feel that tight bicep.” Clay did as he was told. His face went red at the compliments. Coach gripped the strong arm and gave it a squeeze. “Yeah so strong. That’s why you got so big wasn’t it. More to touch. I know it’s hard to think about it around the other guys but when they touch you, it feels so good. Doesn’t it?” 

I’d never seen the big guy blush so much. “I guess,” he tried to hide his grin. “But I’m still fat…”

“Fat?! Maybe a little round the waist but that’s just cause you didn’t have a coach to train you right,” Coach pulled him into a huddle. “Let me talk to your other coaches and I’m sure I can get them to know. They probably just knew you liked people touching you so much. Just feeling other men’s hands run up and down your body makes you feel so good. So aroused.”

Coach was demonstrating what he was saying. That bulge in Clay’s jeans jumped every time he ran his strong hands against Clay’s massive body. “There’s just so much to touch. So much to feel. So much to grab onto. You love every bit of it. Especially when it’s from another man.”

“I do…” Clay moaned. His voice was distant as his hand grabbed his cock. At some point he’d fished it out of his jeans and started stroking the large member. “Feels so nice…” His body relaxed around the three of us. My attention was able to go back to Trey and his to me. We slowly grinded against each other waiting for coach’s instructions. But then coach stopped. 

In his hand was Clay’s phone. “Who’s Kyle? You’re boyfriend?”

Clay’s face went red again as he realized his phone was out of his pocket. “No!” he said defensively. “He’s just the guy I’ve got doing my homework.”

“Why does he do all your homework?” Coach stopped touching Clay’s body. He was starting to get antsy. His own hands weren’t doing it for him anymore. 

“Cause… Cause… Cause he wants to,” Clay leaned in trying to get Coach to touch him again.

“Does he?”

“He doesn’t complain…” Clay admitted. “I just… You know… Tell him to do it and he does…”

“Does he?”

“Yes! It’s cause he thinks I might give him my nudes if he does enough of it! So he just does it.” Clay leaned in even closer to Coach. He started rubbing himself against Coach’s body to simulate the same sensation.

“Then invite him over,” Coach handed his phone back to Clay. “Go on. I know you want to. He’ll get to see you workout too.”

“But…” Clay whimpered. He didn’t like Coach not touching him.

“You just told me you were going to give him your nudes if he did your homework and it looks like he has it done.” Coach scolded. “You wanted him to see you naked. That’s what you just said.”

“But… I…” I didn’t know why Clay was having such a hard time figuring out why he wouldn’t just invite Kyle over. 

I finally interjected. “Dude, it’s okay. Just give him my address and tell him to come over.”

Clay lit up for a second. He instantly started texting again. Coach ran his hands over Clay’s body again. For some reason Coach seemed a little different he almost seemed taller. Like he was only a few inches shorter than Clay than almost a foot. I ignored it and started kissing Trey again. His soft lips cusped mine. He was so good. I could understand why he had so many girls chasing after him. That soft touch, with his strong body cradled in his arms. Even if I was just as strong as him I felt so safe. Like I didn’t have anything to worry about. 

“That’s a good boy,” Coach ran his hand up Clay’s shirt. “You love texting him. You love getting his replies.” Coach leaned closer to Clay’s ear. “You want to be stronger for him. I can make you stronger. You just have to listen to me.”

“I’ll listen to you coach. I’ll listen.”

“That’s a good boy,” Coach smiled.