I stand and realize, while Darius may be almost naked, I’m still completely dressed. Quickly, I’m out of my jeans, my briefs clinging onto my frame as my cock tries to escape the waistband, just like his. When I pull my sweater and shirt over my head, fingers grab onto the elastic of my underwear and tug. He’s still on the couch, dragging me between his legs, eyes focused on my midsection.
“Harry, I want to suck your cock so bad.” His fingers crawl inside, grazing the tip. “Can I? Please?”
“I mean, since you asked so politely.”
I pull my briefs off, adding them to the growing pile on the floor. And then Darius, with permission granted, leans forward and takes me in his mouth—almost to the base. He didn’t get a chance to blow me at the hotel, and I’m impressed by his skills. There’s some gulping and gagging noises, but he’s not backing off—between the noises and enthusiasm he’s bringing, I’m sensing he’s simply enjoying himself.
My fingers grip the sides of his head. There’s not a ton of hair to get lost in, but the peach fuzz on his buzzed sides is soft, and I latch on to his ears, plunging myselfdown his throat, and watching his lips stretch around me as he goes to town.
“You like sucking my dick, Coach?”
He moans his answer, and I throw my head back, taking in the absolute pleasure of fucking the face of the man who tormented me for years. Yeah, turns out he had a massive crush on me, and it was all to get my attention, but nevertheless, he’s now choking on my cock.
He pulls off, wiping saliva from his mouth. “Okay, Peterson. I need a breather.”
I swivel around and drag the small coffee table to the edge of the area rug. There’s more room now as a plan formulates in my head. I grab a throw pillow from the sofa for my head and lie down in the newly open space.
“Stand over me, please,” I say from the floor.
Darius complies, straddling my body, facing me, I can see his poor dick still desperate to escape the jockstrap.
“Now turn around.” I grab my cock, giving it a few tugs as he does as I ask.
“Look at that thick, juicy ass in those straps. So damn delicious, Darius.”
“Really?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He shakes his ass a little, the thick muscle framed by the bands of fabric jiggles, and my dick throbs in my grip.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
He laughs at this, and I’m pretty sure nobody’s ever told him how sexy he is. I mean, the whole athletic suit, baseball hat, PE teacher machismo stuff aside. Nah, it’s allthat, too.
“Now listen Darius, I want you to sit back. Carefully.”
He turns around, eyebrows jogging up his forehead, trying to hide behind the back of his hat.
“Sit on you?”
“Well, my face to be exact. Come.” I pat my chest. “Get on your knees.”
He squats down, straddling my torso, knees on the rug, and without even touching him, his ass spreads, exposing the beautiful hole I finger banged in Rhode Island. It was dark in the hotel room, and I didn’t get the best view. Now, I’m witnessing a damn work of art.
“Look at your pretty hole.”
“Pretty?” He glances over his shoulder but can’t quite make eye contact.
“Yes, Darius, your asshole is pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Spectacular. Exquisite.” I slap his right cheek. “I’m an English teacher with a thesaurus fetish. I can keep going.”
This makes him laugh, his ass jiggling with each chuckle.
“Now, get back here.”
With my hands on his waist, I guide him back until I’m able to make contact with my tongue. Darius lets out a small gasp, and I wait, inhaling deeply, taking in the musky scent of him. He may have showered earlier, but whatever running around he did at practice has him all sweaty. Go Sharks!
“Ease back,” I tell him. “I’ve got you.”
