The Audience: My Old Coach?! Ch. 02

"Hey buddy. Whatcha up to this morning," Davey texted.

"Just dropped off my kid this morning, about to grab breakfast, and head home," I replied.

It was Sunday morning at 7 a. m. when Davey messaged that he was "just checking on you." I was still half asleep after dropping off my son, but liked the thought of coach being at my place for a little fun.

"Breakfast on me," he suggested.

"Or I can be your breakfast," I messaged, thinking he could swallow this good sausage of mine.

We ended up meeting at a Waffle House in Norfolk, a place far enough from where he lived, or from the college. It wasn't a big deal, considering discretion was still intact if anyone who recognized us was in the building. We could've played off the meal as former pupil and coach hanging out, and not the reality of friends with benefits, to stir any trouble. We made it to the place off of Princess Anne Road full of older people headed to church, and younger folks who hung out the night before, looking to get a quick meal.

"All Star breakfast with peanut butter waffles has always been my go-to," he said.

I watched Davey, who couldn't wipe the smile off his face from hearing Mary J. Blige play across the jukebox, or hearing some of the ratchet young folks in our presence, laughing, joking, and being college kids. We spent an hour at the place mixing in, as this moment in time only galvanized things between us for a sweet day of fun between us.

"Hey, I need to make a stop en route to your place," he said.

This was only the second time he and I met, for he had my address from after the first encounter, but the timing wasn't right for us to meet as soon as we both wanted. I followed him to a Walgreens Pharmacy and parked beside him, and he'd come back out with a small bag with what seemed to be condoms. I wasn't offended, yet more excited as this was a signal he wanted to try getting fucked.

"Hey, I can't bring nothing home to the wife," he messaged before we drove off.

I understood completely for Davey was still "squeaky clean" in many aspects, to include fooling around outside of his marriage as I could tell he rarely stepped out. We parked in front of my place, and I would get out first, heading up the walkway to the steps, and unlocking the door for us. I went inside, and he came minutes later, and shut the door, then I led him to the bedroom as I felt we were wasting time.

"Can you do me a favor," he asked. "Read one of your stories while I start sucking your cock?"

"Let me confirm first: You're already douched and prepped," I asked.

"Actually, yeah, I probably need to do that first," he mentioned.

Davey wanted the glory with this, but needed to prep the guts, literally. He seemed perplexed about cleaning out, but I had a couple of douches in my storage closet, and directed him to take his clothes off, then meet me in the bathroom so we could execute. I handed him the bulb, the solution, and some water before coaching him step by step. He seemed a bit embarrassed, and I reminded him of this natural process with a slogan: "In order to cross the bridge, you need to pay the toll."

"That's cute," he said as he cleansed himself.

"When you finish, join me in the shower," I told him.

He would, and I scrubbed him from head to toe in the most erotic fashion, spending a little extra time at his crotch, and in his ass. When I finished with him, he did me, as I allowed him to clean the same areas with him paying the most attention to my cock.

"Let me see if I cleaned it good enough," he said as he dropped to his knees.

He used his tongue to circle around my sensitive tip, then closed his lips around it before heaving back and forth on my shaft.

"I just wanted a sample of that delicious cock," he said before I helped him up.

I cut off the water before we stepped out of the stall to dry off, and once we were all dried, we made our way to the bed, where I grabbed my phone off the nightstand.

"Incest? Interracial? Straight," I asked.

"Let's do..... interracial, but gay," he replied as he nestled between my knees.

I laid in the middle of the bed scrolling stories on my Literotica page, and he was rubbing my balls gently while patiently waiting for me to start. This was the ultimate turn on with someone allowing me to be their storyteller while pleasing me, and I'd choose a "first timer" story, much similar to what was really about to happen:

"Blake, my supervisor was a white dude that seemed to have a penchant for bossing around black guys. He seemed buddy buddy and jovial with some, but arrogant to others as he would often belittle guys as if they were truly beneath him. He knew however he couldn't do me that way, and once he figured I was someone who stood up for himself, he aligned to me more, so much that he invited me out for drinks one Friday after we got paid."

"Holy fuck Aubrey, I remember that story," Davey said. "Keep fucking reading."

He was rubbing my cock, and my balls simultaneously as I continued:

"We had our drinks, and Blake explained how his wife wasn't doing right at home.

'The bitch won't put out,' Blake said as he discussed how they were lacking in the bedroom, and ultimately he lacked confidence."

I kept reading as my dick started to throb, then suddenly felt Davey's warm mouth surrounding my shaft as he sucked slowly. I remained focused in spite of Davey's efforts, with his moaning, combined with his suction skills truly being a distraction. I got through the 3,000 word story as he turned aggressive, and enhanced his suction to where I had to pull away.

"Go get the rubbers," I told him.

"Yes sir," he replied as he climbed off the bed, to walk into the living room.

I got up to grab the lube, as we were about to take his cherry, with me thinking how we hooked up from him reading my stories.

"Aubrey, I tried a vibrator in my ass the other night," he said.

"How'd you feel," I asked, while laying in bed stroking my cock.

"Like a bitch in heat," he told me as he explained how wonderful it felt.

"You had that vibrator, but wait until you get a piece of this black stick," I mentioned as he pulled the Magnums out of the box.

He apologized to me for being careful, but I made it known that he didn't know me from outside of baseball, and from when he sucked me off the last time.

"I could've went and fucked four dudes since we last met," I joked.

"Well, them lucky sons of bitches better had made you cum," he replied as he rolled the rubber on my dick.

He pushed it down completely to the base, still apologizing because he felt we couldn't go raw. Once he was reassured the condom was tight, I taught him how to apply the lube, and asked him to ride me, so I could see his face while he enjoyed the dick.

"Oh honey, I'm a little nervous," he said with a giggle.

"No need. You ride, and you're in complete control," I told him as he was hovering over the dick.

I made him stand up, and act as if he was about to sit on the toilet for positioning purposes, with my cock being the target. He crouched, with his hands on my hairy chest as I heard his knees crack.

"Holy shit," he cried out because of his limbs.

"Not as young as you used to be," I joked, "And that's okay."

"Oh fuck," he said once his rosebud touched my covered tip. "Aubrey! Oh baby, oh my God!"

The tightness of his hole felt wonderful, but to his expense as my covered girth was still a complete shock. Naturally, it hurt for a man to be impaled for the first time, and he screamed from having his cherry busted by a real penis. The hot thing about it was that his little cock even squirted a little precum, as I saw it spill from the tip once I was completely inside of him. I rubbed on his nipples as he was breathing heavily, and his entire face turned red while he grimaced from the initial penetration.

"Welcome," I said as he opened his eyes, and tried to smile.

He had tears streaming down his face as he tried to toughen it out, but it was a bit too much for him to where he stood up.

"I'm sorry, "I can't," he said. "No, I can, I wanna try again."

My dick had him mental computer so confused. He knew he wanted to be fucked, but wasn't sure if he could go through with it. I enticed him by saying he did the hardest part.

"You tried," I told him.

"And I'm not a quitter. I didn't teach you guys to ever quit because I never quit," he added.

He stood up again, this time laughing hysterically before sitting down and meeting the target again.

"Fuck," I yelled from how good his cunt felt hugging my cock.

He winced when he sat down completely, but then tried to ride it, and started breathing heavily again as he learned how good it felt.

"That dick good to you now, huh," I asked.

"Oh my God Aubrey, yes, yessssssss," he cried out.

The bitch came out in Davey as he bounced slowly on the hard stick. That vibrator didn't have shit on a hard, pulsating black dick, and the coach learned this more and more as the orgasms rose fervently.

"Bounce that ass, coach," I told him as I spread his cheeks for him.

I raised my upper body, and he put his hands on my shoulders as he started bobbing out of control. The harder he rode, the louder he became as he himself was tapping his g-spot.

"My God, that cock is so hard," he whimpered as he bounced even harder.

His eyes were closed, and he clenched his teeth as he turned plum purple, and not from pain, but from unlocking another level of pleasure unseen to him. Davey's fantasy came true 10 times over as he was getting fucked by one of his former players, and getting some black dick that was ravaging his guts. He kept at it so good that I didn't have to do anything, and was approaching the point where the both of us would reach nirvana.

"Oh my God, I think I'm gonna bust," he cried out. "Oh babeeeeeeeeee."

We both grunted, screamed, I felt his hole squeeze, then his nut hitting my belly and chest, while I filled his ass with my seed. Never before did I feel such a sensation, and experienced it simultaneously with someone, reader or not. When we both finished we were both sweaty, and leaned our heads together as we found a common ground of passion.

"That was fucking incredible," he said afterwards before he kissed me.

He was spot on with the description as that was the most intense session with another guy. He climbed off of me, then pulled the condom off, but not without swallowing my cum from the stretched rubber. He in turn sucked the residue off my cock, then laid beside me on the bed as we both were still a sweaty, musky mess. Though it was one of the best times, it would be the final time between me and Davey as we both knew this would grow into something else. We did, however, continue to chat after he read my stories, and fantasize back and forth about what would've happened, in addition to him giving me story ideas.

He'd leave, and headed back home before the wife finished with church.

It was fun seeing the coach again.