Page 9 of Coach’s Pass (Twin Cities #1)

Jackson

“ S o Jackson, how do you feel tonight? Think Lake U has what it takes to win the conference this year?” Amy Lee’s voice is crisp and well trained. ESPN’s top college football journalist, standing next to me with her mic and that picture perfect smile.

“I think we are going to be the next national champs, to tell you the truth.” I chuckle and cross my arms in my signature pose. “After we roll through Platte State tonight, Iowa Fed better watch out.”

“Honestly, I’ve never believed in a coach more.

If anyone is going to coach us to a national title, it’s Coach Schmidt.

” I flash a grin, blow a kiss to the camera and jog back to our sideline.

Meaning every word I said. Feeling electric, riding the high of coach’s comfort. I’ve never felt more like myself.

I catch Alexia and Drew making out in the stands. Obviously sloshed as they almost tumble onto the field. A few weeks ago, I would’ve been fucking pissed at the sight. Tonight? I had my eyes set on two things. Coach Schmidt and destroying Platte State.

In the front row, I see my Aunt Katrina, I give her a smile and a wave. Then I spot my dad, offering him a glare. He can piss back off to Bemidji. I’m done with his bullshit. I didn’t need his validation to make Coach proud.

Kickoff commences. A sea of blue and yellow erupts—ninety thousand strong, all roaring for Lake U.

A full house of Minnesota loyalists shaking the glass stadium walls of the Fish House.

Platte State receives the ball. They go three and out.

Perfect start for our defense. Our guys are almost twice the size of their offense.

Pitiful to watch the matchup. Like sending junior varsity up against the pros.

I take the field for the first drive. Culminating in a touchdown to Austin. Gotta make the coach’s son look good. After that, I slip into autopilot. Play after play, snap after snap. Before I know it, it’s halftime. We’re up 28-0. Just as predicted.

For halftime I shuffle into the locker room with the rest of team, cleats clacking against the tile, Coach steps into the center, “Good first half out there,” he growls. “But we don’t let up. We don’t give them a fucking inch. You hear me?”

The locker room roars. I hoot and holler with the rest of the boys, slapping helmets and hyping them up. Then Coach’s eyes lock onto mine. God I can’t wait for more of him. That’s what I’m really playing for.

To start the second half, we sprint back onto the field.

Running the ball straight down their throats on a three-minute drive.

They’re at our mercy. But in D1 football, there was no mercy rule.

Even after throwing on our backup squad the game finished 56-3.

A resounding victory. A message to the whole damn country that this year, the title is ours to lose.

The whole team hits the showers. Guys slap each other’s asses, everyone hyped up on the adrenaline of a blowout victory. Coach swings by, giving the players some good boy pats to their backs. It’s kind of making me jealous. I want all of his attention. His touch is only for me.

I take extra long in the shower for two purposes. First, to wait out the rest of the team. Let them clear out for the afterparty. Second? To scrub myself down tediously for Coach.

I glance outside the shower to make sure the bay is empty, before stepping out. Coach is in mid-conversation with Austin. “I haven’t spoken to your mother since she left for New Hampshire. When she’s ready, she will reach out. Your mother made it clear that she needed space.”

I look in the other direction, not wanting to eavesdrop on their family drama.

“Well maybe you should show her that you care. Give her the time of day for once,” Austin snaps, before walking towards me.

“Hey Jackson, you coming to the after party?” Austin asks.

“Hell yeah, just need to do a new post-game massage routine.” I crack my neck.

“Whatever you gotta do bro. Just no funny business with my dad, alright?” He chuckles giving me a slap on my back as he exits the locker room.

My chest flutters. I take a deep breath. There is no way that he could know. Just some locker room humor. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I feel awful that I’m borderline-obsessed with his father, but not nearly awful enough to stop.

“Good game, Hicks. You really tore up Platte State,” Coach says with his husky voice, offering me a devious smirk. Leading me to wonder how he’s going to reward his star quarterback.

“Anything to make my coach look good,” I fire back as he walks toward me, closing the space between us.

Coach’s hands meet mine. The warmth of his palms sending shockwaves of adrenaline through me. His touch is enlightening. Then I feel his breath against my neck. My body shudders. Every part of me aching for him to take control.

“You make me look so fucking good,” he growls into my ear, slamming me gently against the cold metal of the lockers. “And you look so damn irresistible doing it.”

I let out a high, needy moan, it slips from my throat before I can stop it. But I can tell it drives him insane. “I’d do anything for you, Coach,” I whisper, my breath gasping as his body presses harder into mine.

“I know you would. You’re such a good boy,” he murmurs, hands shifting down to strip the towel from my hips. “My good boy.”

My cock wobbles free, fully hard as he grips my ass. My head is spinning in bliss. This is it. Everything I’ve dreamed about, finally coming true.

His lips strike my neck, wet and hungry. The scrape of his beard entirely overwhelming. I lean into him, gulping for air as I feel his cock grind against me—massive and daunting. I peek down. Fuck Coach is tremendously endowed. All of it for me.

Coach’s dick is pulsating against my stomach, veins on full display. Anchored by a black and silver bush. An unreal sight. I didn’t want any other cock, just his.

“You ever been fucked by a guy?” Coach growls, biting down hard enough on my neck to give me a hickey. My knees nearly give out.

“Uh no…,” I whimper out. The thought never crossed my mind until him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He coaxes, turning me around, shoving my face into the locker. I couldn’t help but let out a helpless shrill of delight. I’ve never wanted anything more than this right now. For Coach to go inside and fuck me seven ways to heaven.

He kisses the peak of spine, beard nuzzling down along my column. Before I can catch my breath, he’s stretching my cheeks with both hands. Spreading my ass wide open. Then his tongue’s there. Girthy and greedy, dragging along the periphery of my rim before plunging inside.

My whole body quivers, overwhelmed by the sheer delight of it. Christ, now I knew what Dylan was talking about. I want to drop to the tile floor, spread out, let Coach use me. Feel what it’s like to take a man’s cock.

“Fuck you taste so good Jackson,” he murmurs, between gulps. “Can’t believe I waited this long to get my mouth on you.”

I relax more, aching for his tongue to go further inside. To get me wet, sloppy, and ready for that massive cock I know is coming. Taste as much of me as he could, before he wrecks my hole.

I whimper uncontrollably, his tongue setting into a beautiful rhythm. My toes are crimping into the base of the lockers. “Please fuck me Coach,” I plead, voice shaking.

“Think you are ready for it?” he teases from below. “Your hole’s begging for it. Practically gaping down here.”

“Yes Coach, I’ll make it work.” No matter what, I need to have him inside me. Every damn inch of him.

“That’s a good boy,” he chuckles, rising up behind me.

His cock slides against my crease. Taunting my hole with his monster of a cock.

“This is why you are my favorite player, but don’t tell Austin that,” he whispers as his head pulsates against my tight hole.

Pushing at my entrance, daring to stretch me.

“Just take a deep breathe,” Coach coaxes, gently pushing his cock forward. Jesus, he’s big. Every movement forward burned. Fighting my primal instincts to not push him out. But I need it. Need him. I breathe through the stretch, gripping the lockers and letting him in.

“That my quarterback,” he whispers lovingly against the nape of my neck. “Giving me everything you have. No wonder you are the best in the country.”

“Yes Coach,” I whine, tears forming in my eyes. It feels so good but burns all the same. Every inch of him stretching me wider, more than I thought possible. He continues his gentle advance. At last, burying himself all the way inside me. Stuffing me full of his cock.

If only my father could see me now. Getting split open by a man the same age as him. Every second of him inside me, the pleasure grows. The pain fading, replaced by an insatiable desire for him to fuck my brains out.

“Fuck me Coach,” I whimper, my cock throbbing against the locker.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he grumbles, thrusting his cock in and out for the first time. Molding my insides to his cock’s desire. Rearranging my organs.

“You love being fucked don’t you,” he groans against me. Dick pounding in and out of my ass. His heavy balls slapping against me.

“Yes coach!” I scream. His thrusts reach further into me. Thumping my prostate. My cock pulsing. Desperate for all of him. For him to give me his load. I squirm back onto him feel more of his cock.

I never knew that getting fucked could feel this good. The way his cock filled the emptiness in my core. Making me feel satiated. It’s better than when I was ball deep in Alexia. Infinitely better.

Tears of joy started to run down from my eyes. Savoring every second that he’s inside. Whimpering for more.

“You are a fucking natural. So warm and soft inside. Never felt anyone like you,” he groans into my ear. Sinking his cock inside, but it still isn’t enough. “Such a good fucking boy.” He moans.

“I’m close…” I whine out, echoing through the locker room bay.

“That’s it. Cum for your coach.”

He strokes my cock and I cry out in euphoria. My load bursts into the locker. Soaking someone’s cleats with my milk. Another burst, and then one more. An unreal sensation.

Coach picks up his pace, pounding his cock faster and heavier. Stretching my rim a bit more with each thrust. “You want my fucking load inside your ass?” he growls out.

I shudder in delight at the thought of it. Completely unfazed. “I need your load Coach,” whimpering like a bitch for it. “Fucking cum inside me.”

“That’s my boy!” he yells out, slamming his cock into me. His prick beginning to vibrate. Then I feel it. The sweet release of his milk filling me. Cock sputtering deep inside. Burst after burst of his milk.

I grip the locker as I almost go limp. I’m overjoyed. Coach finally made my dreams come true. Fucked me to his desire. Making me his bitch, his boy. I have never felt more whole in my entire life.

“Damn,” he chuckles, pulling out slow. “That might’ve been the best fuck of my life.”

He gives my ass one last squeeze before stepping back. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up before someone stumbles in here.”

“Yes, Coach,” I say, grinning like an idiot. Bliss buzzing through my head.

We step into the showers, steam rising all around us.

Under the hot water, he presses against me.

We kiss softly, taking our time. Enjoying this precious moment that we have together.

His hands are still exploring every surface of me.

For a moment I’m in paradise. Forgetting about the outside world.

Forgetting about football and my father. Just me and Coach.