Game-Time Lust: Coach’s Wild Fling with Player
He was the captain of the team, the leader, the alpha male. She was the coach, the teacher, the veteran. When these two rugged men found themselves in the locker room after one particularly intense state championship game, their raw energy and desperation led to an unexpected explosive embrace.
The tall, dark-haired captain with the chiseled body and confident swagger stood before her, inches from her face, and, without even a word, pressed his nose to hers and their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. He leaned further in and pressed his entire body against hers, as if he was trying to consume her. Their deep lust was palpable in the air and it seemed like the room itself was holding its breath while these two powerful men acknowledged their intense intertwined desires.
Coach and player were now equals and the game was no longer about goals and strategy but rather about raw physical sensations, heart-pounding pleasure, aroused aggression, and game-time lust.
Table of Contents
- 1. Spontaneous Heat Rising
- 2. When It’s All Business in the Locker Room
- 3. Hot Satisfaction in the Shower
- 4. Overturning Coaching Rules in the Bedroom
- In Retrospect
1. Spontaneous Heat Rising
I was a little apprehensive heading to the locker room for practice that day. I knew the coach was a bit of a ladies man but I’d had no inkling he was into me. But when he walked in, our eyes locked and something electric shot through me. Without saying a word he made it clear how invested he was in this, and so was I.
We both came at each other with a hunger that we’d been desperately trying to ignore. He roughly grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the back shower stalls, grabbing my lips and demanding I do something to please him. I did what I was told, from licking the length of his body covered in sweat to letting him penetrate me like he’d never penetrated anyone before.
We fucked until neither of us had the energy for anything more than sharing a few intimate noises and some heavy breathing. I left the locker room that day with a newfound knowledge of my own, both relieved and euphorically weary of what I had done.
2. When It’s All Business in the Locker Room
Body Prep Labor:
We jostle back and forth in front of the lockers, two dozen of us young athletes in a state of nervous anticipation. Sweat and cologne mix in the air as I observe the different types of guys here. You can identify the jocks from the nerds in an instant. I’m here just playing the role of nerdy cheerleader.
The coach slowly strides in, his broad chest filling his Jockstrap T-shirt. His eyes fall upon me and linger a moment, my muscles tightening beneath my breeches. I can tell he likes what he sees, but he masks it with a barked comment, sending us out to the field.
Business Time:
I smile coyly when I pass him on my way home from practice, my hands gripping the handlebars of my bicycle. His demeanour shifts, almost imperceptibly, and I know he’s hooked. Later, I’m still riding my bike, passing the field again, when I hear a faint call for help.
I find the coach cowering in some bushes, sporting a heavy limp. His eyes pleading with me as he wraps an arm around my waist. I can feel his warm breath in my ear as he pleads with me to take him home and patch him up.
I gingerly remove his shirt as we enter his house, soothing his flesh with cool water and soft kisses. His lips claiming mine as we roll in his sheets, his hands exploring my body with a feverish intensity. Nothing else matters as our passions collide in the heat of the night.
3. Hot Satisfaction in the Shower
1. The Setup.
The locker room was humid, steamed from the shower, and all the young lads were getting ready for a match. As I took off my shirt I couldn’t help but notice my coach’s eyes on me—the kind of look that isn’t supposed to be there. A leader and teacher crossing a line he shouldn’t cross. All I could think of is what’s gonna happen.
2. The Action.
The match began and my focus was on my coach’s eyes. Inside my head, my fantasies spun out of control. As I looked at coach I couldn’t help but feel my cock hardening in my shorts.
By halftime, I thought I could no longer take it. But then coach asked me to follow him to the locker room. I followed, and soon we were in the shower together. The soapy water cascaded down our bodies, intensifying the tantalizing game of seduction.
His lips kissed my neck, and I felt his hands wrap themselves around me. We fell into each other and I couldn’t think of anything else. We kissed passionately, hungry for each other’s touch. My body massaged his, making sure he felt my arousal and love.
The passion was incredible. His hands tore off my shorts, while my fingers brought unwavering pleasure to his body. Our lust and desire too strong to resist. I experienced an intense pleasure that was beyond comprehension.
He was my coach and I was his player. Our game-time lust was wild and filled with ecstasy.
4. Overturning Coaching Rules in the Bedroom
Bounce and Play
There was something wild about the way his body moved on the court, something magical that left me entranced. I’d never seen anyone so graceful, so confident and with such intense ambition. It was the first time I’d ever taken notice of a player as more than a student.
He came up after the final game, and I confess, it was desire that drove me on as I crushed his body against mine in a passionate embrace, insatiable hunger at war with crumbling morals and undoubtedly crossed boundaries. My mouth betrayed in claiming his, voraciously consuming as I felt the pure desire flowing out from a yearning soul.
His hands explored my figure with wanton lust, no part of my body going unworshipped as the friction of his palms built a fire in my core. He led me away from the court, into a dark secluded alley, and I followed, like a man possessed.
- There, I let go of inhibition
- There, I released my guilt
- There, Eden had arrived
With unadulterated vulnerability, we shared a bed, carried away by our voracious longing. His fiery passion matching mine stroke for stroke, pitch for pitch, as we explored each other, indulging in whatever thirst we wished to slake.
We were game-time lust, and no vault of mortal rules was too strong to withstand.
In Retrospect
As I slowly put my clothes back on in the emptied locker room, I felt a lingering warmth emanating through my entire body. The rush of exhilarating emotions that only a night of raw passion can bring filled me with an untamed sense of contentment. My eyes closed in relish as I experienced the invigorating result of a passionate and searingly intimate game-time lust between coach and player.
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