Rookie Mistakes Guest Story

One of my close friends wrote this for me and now I’m sharing it with you guys. I still want to publish the Superman/Batman fanfic before the end of the month, but I’m not sure if I will be able to.

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Locking my car, I sighed as I opened the door to the house, immediately shuffling off my duffle bag onto the kitchen counter. The spring weather was still frosty and cold from winter, and after school baseball practices were still chilling me to my core. At least Vic had gotten back early since hitting practice had finished and he said there was something he needed to plan out.

“Vic?” I called out, setting my keys on the hook and pulling off the windbreaker that fruitlessly tried to keep out the cold, “You home?”

Vic appeared from around the corner, having already showered and dressed since practice, his deep copper hair combed back and his icy blue eyes looking back at me with that trademark mischievousness.

“Hey Coach, glad you’re back,” he said, leaning on the counter.

My eyes naturally wandered down his body, taking in the sight. He was wearing a tight white button up shirt that looked almost see through at certain angles, the buttons around his ample pecs tight and straining against the pressure. With the sleeves rolled up, he showed off his muscular forearms that were dusted with red hairs and freckles.

I gulped as my eyes went lower, a belt wrapping his slacks tightly around his trim waist, then exploding out into his wide hips and massive bubble butt, which made the slacks look as though they were going to explode at any moment. My cock immediately started to stiffen in my shorts, making my jockstrap feel tight and overflowing.

“I planned a date for tonight,” Vic said, snapping me out of my stupor, “Dinner’s on me, so how about you get showered and dressed?” His words were like a melody that made my feet move on their own, my eyes not leaving my boyfriend’s body. I had already begun to strip off my t-shirt as I walked past him to get to the bathroom.

I felt his eyes boring into my back as I walked to the bathroom, practically tripping over my shorts as I yanked them down. The bathroom was already steamy because of Vic’s shower, leaving the scent of his body wash and cologne, making my already hard member throb. This man really made me go absolutely wild.

The hot water cascaded over my muscular body as I quickly scrubbed the sweat and grime from my hair and body, my hand tantalizing teasing my hard cock as I ran the washcloth around my crotch. Somehow, I refrained, knowing that Vic was such a cum slut that he’d probably whine if I didn’t give him my full loads. It wasn’t easy, as I stepped out of the shower I felt my churning balls slap my thighs as I dried off.

Normally I wasn’t one for colognes, but Vic had gotten me a bottle for Christmas that he said reminded him of me since it smelled like an oak whiskey barrel mixed with a bonfire. I did a quick trim on my beard and spritzed the cologne onto my neck, looking at myself in the mirror.

Where I once saw a tired, lonely, washed up baseball coach, I now saw a confident, well trimmed gentleman. Does just getting a significant other really change your self image so much, or was it just because Vic had convinced me to start using moisturizer?

I opened the bathroom door with my towel wrapped around my waist and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Vic sitting on the bed, calmly checking his phone.

“No rush,” He soothed, giving me a smirk.

“Right. So we’re doing ‘button-up nice’ tonight?” I asked, opening my closet and picking through the clothes. Despite him not even having moved in yet, Vic’s clothing had taken up more than half of my closet already. I pulled out an old navy blue button up shirt and put it on over my wife beater, feeling the arms of the shirt strain tightly against my biceps and forearms. The buttons on the cuffs barely closed.

“Yeah, it’s a nicer place, so I thought we could dress up a little fancier,” Vic responded as I opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a clean jockstrap. I glanced back and saw he was still scrolling through his phone, which surprised me. Usually he was practically staring holes into me when I changed in front of him.

Once I had finished getting dressed, Vic grabbed his car keys off the hook and opened the door for me.

“Oh such a gentleman,” I joked, gently tweaking his chin affectionately.

“Well, I like to show my man a little geniality when he’s not face fucking me into a coma,” He said with a chuckle, sticking his tongue out at me teasingly as he took the driver’s seat.

The drive was calm and casual, with small talk about how our days went despite working about two feet from each other.

“I can really see Carlyle taking over as varsity pitcher next year,” I said, “He just needs to work on his aim.”

“Yeah, he’s got one hell of an arm though. The kid’s nearly as buff as I am,” Vic agreed, “Though, do you think he’s developing somewhere else?”

“What do you mean?” I said, confused.

He gave me a flat look, “You’re dating a guy with JPS and you can’t even see when someone else is developing it?”

I thought back, remembering that the Junior had come to me multiple times asking for larger baseball pants, “Oh I didn’t even think of that. Man, the kid turns 18 and that’s what he gets as a birthday gift?”

Vic snickered, “I’m sure his girlfriend will enjoy it. Here we are!”

He pulled up to Ristorante L’Oso, a very upscale Italian restaurant that we had discussed going to for Valentines Day, but an intense JPS attack lead to us fucking for hours after our reservation had expired.

“Oh, this’ll be nice!” I said excitedly, already salivating at the idea of warm garlic bread and tiramisu.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself a lot,” Vic said as he handed the car keys to the valet.

A very sweet hostess led us to our table in the middle of the busy dining room, a thick tablecloth draped over the table with a candle burning in the center.

A waiter came to our table after we had sat and explained the specials and asked if we would like drinks.

Vic spoke first, “I’ll take a dry white wine.”

The waiter nodded, “House chardonnay?”

“Perfect.”

However, as he spoke, his eyes didn’t leave mine, forcing me to keep eye contact in almost a game of chicken to see who would break contact first.

“Sir?” the waiter repeated, making me look up at him.

“Oh, uh, whiskey neat.”

The waiter nodded and walked off, and I returned to looking at Victor, who was resting his chin on his interlocked fingers.

“You look like a million bucks, Coach,” he purred, and I sat bolt upright when Vic ran his foot up my leg.

“Thanks,” I said with a slight pitch until I cleared my throat, “I’m glad we finally got to come here. Last time we had to eat pasta with jarred sauce.”

Vic smirked, “Yeah, that was an interesting night for sure. I loved how deep you slammed your cock into my guts… Daddy.”

The second he uttered that last word, my cock got rock hard, causing my pants to tighten significantly, “Vic?” I said nervously, “What’re you doing?”

The waiter came back and set the glasses on the table, “Are we ready to order gentlemen?”

I realized that I hadn’t even looked at the menu, and quickly picked it up, but Vic spoke in his confident tone, “I’ll take the fish special and my father here will take the sirloin steak, medium rare.”

My eyes snapped up to him as he ordered. I didn’t even hear what he ordered for me, just that he addressed me as “my father”. Was he really just trying to make me as hard as possible in this very public space?

“Would you like A1 sauce sir?” the waiter asked as he took my menu.

“No, no,” I growled back, my voice thick and husky, forcing me to clear my throat again, “I’ll be fine.”

“Understood,” The waiter said as he walked away.

Again, I looked back to Vic and saw him smirking at me, holding his fork in his fingers over his lap. He winked and dropped it, making it clatter onto the ground under the table, “Whoops. Let me grab that.”

My heart felt like it was in my throat as he disappeared under the table, the long tablecloth hiding him underneath.

I really should’ve expected it, but I still had to keep myself from yelping as I felt Vic’s warm hands on my rock hard cock, and his lips kissing along the bulge to my crotch, where he deftly unzipped my zipper and hauled out my rock hard footlong.

“Vic…” I growled, gripping the table with white knuckles, “Wh-oohhhh!” I groaned under my breath as I felt his tongue lick up the underside to the head, then dabbing off the pearl of precum that had formed on the tip.

My balls churned.

I pulled up the tablecloth from my lap and stared down at him, where his blue eyes met me, half lidded as he took my large head into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it.

“Sir?” I heard as I dropped the tablecloth, the waiter standing there with a basket of bread, “Did I hear a piece of silverware drop? I can grab a fresh one.”

I took in a deep breath, trying to keep my face from going too red, “NO! I mean yes! Sorry. I think he’d appreciate a fresh fork.”

The waiter nodded and set down the basket, “Did your son visit the bathroom? I can refill his wine in the meantime.”

“M-My son?” I said, my brain fuzzing out for a second, “Oh! Vic. Um, yes, the bathroom. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Very good sir,” he said, turning around.

I felt Vic slam my cock down his throat, his nose buried in my thick, wiry pubes.

“Oh fuck!” I yelped, my hand grabbing under the table and gripping Vic’s hair, my eyes rolling back a bit.

“Are you okay sir?” The waiter said, spinning around quickly.

I stared back at him, “Uh! Yes! I’m fine, I just um… almost spilled my whiskey.”

He nodded, giving me a slight look, “Of course.”

I lifted the tablecloth again and whispered down at Vic, “What the hell are you doiiiiiii- oh God!” I saw him, eyes rolled back, freckled cheeks bright red as he slowly pulled off of my cock, seeing his face covered in precum and his own spit.

Once he had pulled off completely, he took deep breaths and slapped his own face with my member roughly, giving it kisses as he did, “I just wanted to show my daddy some love…” He whispered back, sticking out his tongue and lapping at the head.

My balls throbbed.

I grunted, grabbing his hair tightly, “If you want to show Daddy love, then don’t pussyfoot around it!”

I forced him down my cock, roughly face fucking him under the table as my eyes looked around trying to see if anyone saw that.

The loud talking and music thankfully drowned out the sounds of Vic gagging on my member, the head of my cock plugging up his throat. “Oh fuck Vic!” I whimpered, my other hand gripping the edge of the table.

His hands had reached down and began to fondle my balls, feeling them as they swelled with cum ready to explode. His rough, calloused hands from baseball caressed and held my balls like a jeweler holding diamonds as his throat massaged and gulped at my cock.

“Oh fuck… Vic… Oh god I think…” I mumbled, pulling him off slightly and letting him get in a deep breath until I grunted again and forced him deep on my cock as my balls drew up.

“Your steak sir,” The waiter said, appearing out of nowhere with my food.

I stared up at him with flared nostrils and ruddy cheeks, feeling my balls unload a massive stream of cum deposited right into Vic’s stomach. “OHHH! Oh thank-Thank you! UNF! I’m v-very excited!” I tried to play off, the waiter giving me a questioning look.

“Are you okay sir?” he said with genuine concern, setting down Vic’s plate.

“IIIII’m fine! I’m fine! Yeah, I’m just fine!” I said like a madman, feeling Vic gulp and suck out my cum like my cock was a straw.

“Is your son doing okay?” he asked, pointing to Vic’s empty chair.

The allusion to Vic being my son caused me to grunt and let out a few more streams of cum down his throat, my cock now softening and spent, “My boy is fine, he just has moments like this.”

I felt Vic come off my cock after I had softened, lapping at the head a bit to clean it off and then he popped up from under the table, his hair wild, face red and fork in his hand.

“Found it!” he said with a sound of relief, breathing heavily, “I dropped my fork.”

The waiter looked at him with confusion as Vic wiped his face with his napkin, “I thought…” Then he looked back at me with a look of confusion in his eyes.

I smiled at him, “Thank you for the food, I think we’re going to dig in now.”

He nodded and turned to walk away.

“Oh actually,” Vic said, raising a finger, “Could you bring me a box? I think I spoiled my appetite.”