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Waking up felt like crawling through the mud. My head throbbed with the weight of a hangover, my mouth dry, sticky, like I’d swallowed a handful of cotton. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the unfamiliar blur of gray morning light. The room wasn’t mine—the sheets were white and starched, tucked too neatly, and there was the faint, clean scent of hotel linen.

Then, all at once, it came back. Gettysburg. The competition. The drinks after.

Chris .

After that, nothing. I lifted my head and looked around, trying to determine where I was. And the first thing I saw was Blake, coming out of the bathroom into the room. Wrapped in a thick white bathrobe, his hair damp and tousled, obviously fresh out of the shower. For one surreal moment, I thought I was still dreaming—Blake and I were a couple, living together, happily in love. But then his eyes met mine and his voice broke through the haze.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?”

“Coach,” I muttered, tongue heavy, feeling a sudden sharp embarrassment that prickled through me. I was in his room. What the hell did I do last night to end up here? I sat up, scrubbing a hand over my face. “I’m fine. A bit hungover. But I… I don’t remember coming here.”

He went over to the nightstand, grabbed a small plastic pill bottle, and handed it to me with a glass of water. “Take this. It will make you feel better.”

My eyes were glued to him, the bathrobe hanging loose over his body, revealing just enough of him to stir my imagination: his chest above, his calves below. Once again I wondered if this was a dream—Blake taking care of me after I got drunk. It felt more surreal than him eating my ass in his office. I took the pill, swallowing it with a mouthful of water, my gaze still transfixed on him.

“You knocked on my door at about one in the morning,” he said. A wry smile tugged the corner of his mouth, his eyes softening a little. I’ve never seen him so loosened up before. It was almost homey. “Hammered, to say the least. I got you in here and figured it was best to let you sleep it off. ”

I nodded. My head throbbed, but through the fog, memories flickered, pieces of last night slotting together—the soft, unexpected warmth of his mouth on mine, the moment I’d leaned in, felt his lips part, his hand sliding up the back of my neck. “Wait… Did—did something happen?”

Blake met my gaze, and my pulse quickened. I wondered if he’d brush it off as a mistake, chalk it up to alcohol or poor judgment. “We kissed,” he said simply, his voice even, calm. “And then you passed out, so I put you in bed and tucked you in.”

Was he… was he making jokes? “Who are you and what did you do to the real Blake?” I murmured, the words leaving my mouth before I had a chance to think them over.

But instead of a rebuttal or at least a scowl, there was only a low, deep chuckle. “I suppose I deserve that.”

I glanced over myself, noticing I was still wearing the same T-shirt from last night. But I was only in my briefs, my pants folded over a nearby chair, my sneakers and socks tucked beneath it. The thought of him stripping me and putting me to bed made my underwear suddenly feel too tight. “But if I slept here in your bed, then where did you…”

“Right beside you,” he said, looking at me like it was a dare. “I thought the bed was big enough for both of us.” Then he got very serious. “I haven’t groped you or anything like that, in case you’re wondering. I’d never taken advantage of you in your state. I only wanted to make sure you were safe. I know a little too much about passing out and waking up in strange places.”

The idea of him watching over me, all protective and proprietorial, did something to my insides that felt weirdly similar to having a stomach full of butterflies. I always believed that was a ridiculous cliché, but here I was, feeling fluttery and giddy like a lovesick schoolgirl. Hell, I wouldn’t mind even if he did molest me in my sleep. But his last comment made me curious. I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but I was reluctant to invade his privacy and break this domestic spell we had going on. So, I only said, “Thanks.”

Blake’s face softened, his shoulders relaxing as he exhaled through his nose. He approached the bed and held out a hand. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower. It will help clear your head. I’ll order us room service and we’ll eat when you’re done.”

Had I landed in some parallel universe? In a span of one night, my life had turned upside down, and here I was, in Blake’s bed, ready to go into his shower and share breakfast with him. Not that I was complaining. I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs were shaky, but he kept his hand on my arm, steadying me for a moment, his grip warm and grounding. Our eyes locked for a moment before my gaze slipped to his lips. I wanted to taste them again, recalling how warm and soft they felt, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I probably had morning breath, anyway. So, feeling stable enough, I detached myself from him and waddled to the john.

The bathroom was small, clean, with the faint smell of hotel soap lingering in the air. I stripped my shirt and undies off, leaving them on the tiled floor. Stepping into the glass-doored cubicle, I turned on the shower, the sound of the running water a soothing backdrop to the drumming in my head. Warm rivulets cascaded over my body, washing away the last vestiges of sleep and hesitation, leaving only the raw, quiet need that had been building for months. My hands slid over my skin as I soaped up, and I felt myself grow hard, the mere knowledge of Blake’s proximity reviving my senses.

Fighting the need to jerk off, I finished washing myself as fast as I could. I thought I heard a knock on the door, and then voices as Blake took the delivery from the waiter. My stomach growled at the thought of food, my hard-on finally going down. Stepping out of the shower, I found a towel and dried myself off, then brushed my teeth using Blake’s toothbrush. Feeling alive at last, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

Blake was standing next to the window, his mighty figure framed in soft morning light as he sipped his coffee, hovering above the trays with our food. My stomach growled again at the sight of toast and scrambled eggs, the smell of fried bacon and coffee filling up the air. Then our eyes met and held each other’s, and I forgot all about food, the rest of the room melting around the edges. My desire for him burned like a secret flame, making me feel light-headed. As my eyes absorbed him, so effortlessly handsome in his white robe, I felt more drunk than last night at the bar. This was it, the realization hit me. This was the moment I’ve been waiting for. Now or never.

My hand went to my waist and I undid my towel, letting it fall to the floor with a whisper. Standing naked before him got me rock-hard again in seconds. Having his eyes roam all over my body made me leak precum, my cock pulsating in the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Then, slowly, Blake’s hand went to the belt of his bathrobe, pulling on it. The robe opened and he shrugged it off. And for the first time, I saw him completely exposed. My God. Big, hairy, commanding, all hard muscle and solid virility. Huge, fat cock and a pair of gigantic, low-hanging nuts.

He was perfection.

I lurched forward, darting around the bed, until I slammed into that wall of muscle that was Blake Hudson, my coach. He gripped me in his arms like he wanted to crush me, but only our lips crushed, my arms clasped around his neck, his gliding down to my ass. My mouth opened in a gasp, and his tongue slid inside, meeting my own, our breaths becoming one.

We tumbled together onto the bed, rolling around, one big mess of grabbing limbs and naked flesh. It was almost like wrestling, only there was no spandex to stop the sensual friction of skin on skin, my cock rubbing against his stomach, his cock poking at my groin. He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, like I was a toy in his arms, and lowered himself to my ass. I felt those large paws spreading my cheeks, then the tickle of his beard ghosted over my cleft, and finally, finally , his mouth was on my hole.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, wriggling underneath him. “Blake, this feels so fucking good… Don’t stop…”

He mumbled something, too busy eating my ass to speak. His tongue teased the tight muscle, first swirling around, then pushing inside, trying to go deeper. I was reduced to a quivering mess, mewling in ecstasy as I pushed my butt into his face to meet that probing tongue. Never in my life have I experienced such pleasure. But I also wanted to return it, to taste him, have him in my mouth. So, I wiggled around on the bed, him following my movements like his mouth was latched onto my hole, until I managed to position myself in the opposite direction.

As we made a perfect 69, I found his cock at last. I could barely close my fist around it, and it pulsed in my hand, precum leaking over my fingers. A muffled growl came from somewhere between my legs as I took him into my mouth, his face buried in my crack. More moans filled the room as I started sucking, bobbing my head up and down his meaty shaft, taking him as deep down my throat as I could. Fuck, he tasted amazing, his precum sweet like fruit juice. It took some willpower to pull back and let it go, but I craved the taste of his nuts, too. That musky scent I knew so well was the strongest there, emanating from his heavy sack. How could anyone have such huge balls? I could hardly fit one of them in my mouth. As I licked and sucked them, he disengaged from my hole to let out a gasp, but then quickly resumed tongue-fucking me.

An elation bubbled inside my chest that was separate from the tide of overwhelming physical pleasure. I’ve imagined many times how my first time with Blake would be, but I never thought we’d end up sixty-nining in a matter of minutes.

“Fuck me,” I heard myself say. “Please, Blake. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

He seemed to pause for a moment, but then his big body moved faster than I ever expected. Untangling himself from me, he turned me around and lay on top of me, my legs over his massive shoulders. “I—I don’t have any condoms,” he said, looking me in the eye. “Or lube, for that matter. I didn’t plan for this to happen.”

I considered our options. I usually carried a condom in my backpack, just in case, but my things were in my room, down the hallway. Could I sneak into it without waking Finn up? But what if he’s already awake—or if someone else sees me going in and out of Blake’s room? I couldn’t risk it. Besides, even if I found a condom, we still didn’t have any lube and… I’ve never actually done this before. I mean, I’ve swiped my V-card in my first year at Williams with a girl I briefly dated, and I’ve had a few drunken hookups at frat house parties after that. But I’ve never been with a guy—and I’ve certainly never bottomed.

But Blake was looking at me with lust-colored eyes, and I’d be damned if I missed my chance to have him right now.

“Do you have anything we could use instead of lube?” I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, then said, “I brought a bottle of massage oil. Maybe that?”

“Yeah, I think that could work.”

“What about condoms?”

“I, uh… We don’t need them. I’m kind of… a virgin.”

His expression sobered up. “ What ?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve had sex before. Just never did, you know, butt-stuff. And I got tested at the beginning of the semester, just to be on the safe side. Haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Jesus, Tyler,” Blake said, pulling back and kneeling on the bed. He placed his hands on his thick, hairy thighs, his cock sticking up between them like a flagpole.

“What?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. “That doesn’t change anything… does it? ”

“Of course it does! I don’t want your first time to be painful. Or with some washed-up geezer like me.” He looked away from me, face twisted with worry. “You should share this experience with someone your own age.”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap, Blake! You’re not even forty, so stop acting like you’re ripe for a nursing home and I’m some stupid kid who doesn’t know what he wants.”

He gave me a sharp look. “I’ve already told you I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Then act like you mean it.” We held each other’s gaze for a few silent moments before I spoke again. “I want you . No one else.”

“I—I want you too.”

Wow. Hearing him admit it, saying it out loud, made me giddy with joy. The smile that spread across my face almost hurt my cheeks. I leaped on him, climbed into his lap, and kissed him like mad. When we caught our breaths again, I said, “Please, fuck me. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.”

His eyes got dark with desire. “Stay there,” he said and jumped from the bed.

I fell back into the pillows while he rummaged through his bag, almost ripping it apart in the process. In a flash, he scooped out a small bottle, a victorious grin on his face. He climbed back on top of me, taking a position between my spread legs. I watched him as he slathered the oil all over his cock, and I couldn’t help but grab my dick and tug on it in the same rhythm, mirroring his moves.

He smacked my hand away. “Don’t rush,” he murmured. “Raise your hips.” With a puddle of oil pooling on his palm, he slid his hand into my crack and rubbed my hole with the thick liquid. It was thoroughly wet from his spit already, but he made sure I was well-lubed, sticking his fingers inside me, one by one, until I could take three of them without wincing.

Then, he threw the bottle away, aimed his cock at my entrance, and, looking me straight in the eye, pushed it in.

My eyes widened at the shock of invasion. Gasping, I bit my lip as the stretch started to burn.

“Is this okay? Do you want me to go slower?”

“Yes. No. Keep going.”

He did, pushing with more force as my ass clenched instinctively, refusing entrance. He placed one of his hands on my chest, right over my heart, and said, “Breathe. Just breathe.”

I realized I was holding my breath, so I let it go, feeling my body relax. At once, my anal muscles slackened their grip, and I felt Blake’s cock sink deeper into me.

“Deep breaths,” he kept on coaching me like we were at practice. “In through your nose… Out through your mouth… In… Out… ”

It felt almost like some weird inverted childbirth, and I laughed—or tried to—because the convulsions made my anus tighten again, and the pain seared through my guts. But Blake jerked his hips and his pelvis hit my balls, his cock finally buried inside me to the root. The sensation was weird, uncomfortable, like I had the urge to take a dump. Still, I was determined to soldier on. “Fuck, Blake,” I gasped. “It feels like you’re tearing me apart.”

“I’m sorry, Tyler,” Blake moaned above me, shutting his eyes. Small beads of sweat formed across his forehead. “It’s just so fucking good… It’s like… it’s like a furnace in there… and my cock’s being squeezed and milked. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

As he pulled back and pushed his cock back in, he must have brushed over my prostate, because the next thing I knew, I was squirming under him like a worm on a hook. “ Fuuuuuck !” I wailed, the cry piercing in the small room. So that’s what it felt like. I’d heard the stories, read the descriptions, but nothing, nothing could prepare me for the real thing. It was like discovering sex anew, a boy experiencing his first dry orgasm and thinking he must be dying, because nothing else in the world felt quite like it. It was pure ecstasy.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concern written over his face.

“Keep going,” I chanted. “Do that again. ”

His hips started working and his cock not only brushed my prostate, but kept pounding it with every thrust, and I began to shake like a man in fever. My fingers dug into his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer—like he wanted to melt into me, like he wanted to own me. We moved together, faster and faster, finding our rhythm, gasping, hands grasping, nails digging.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes ,” I almost sobbed, my cries only masked by the loud smacking of his balls on my ass. He wasn’t holding back anymore, plowing my hole without mercy, and the harder he fucked me, the louder I begged for more. “Aaaaaahhh…”

When cum erupted from my cock, my whole body trembled in spasms like I was having some sort of seizure. I yelled, trashing under the man who claimed me from the inside, my hole clenching and milking the organ that pistoned in and out of it. I didn't even touch myself—he had fucked the cum out of me. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt wrecked, destroyed, undone—yet I was exultant, I was euphoric, I was gratified. Through my lust-filled daze, I heard Blake roar and felt his seed flood my insides. He collapsed on top of me, hips still moving, his cock making squishy noises as it slid in and out of my cum-drenched anus.

Is this what Paradise feels like?

Fuck. If I smoked, I’d light a cigarette now. If I sang, I’d be belting out arias. Instead, I just wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, holding him firmly in place, still buried inside me. Where I always wanted him to be .