Coach thought it would be worthwhile if we role-played my honeymoon. You know: practice for when I find a wife and tie the knot. So we told my parents he was taking me to look at colleges, then Coach booked us a flight and a hotel in Ft Lauderdale where we could fuck for a whole week.
“It’s not something many guys get a chance to do, practice for their honeymoon,” Coach says to me on the flight there, his warm thigh rubbing up against mine. “But it’s good to work out the details before you’re faced with it for real. Especially since you plan on waiting till you get married,” Coach says with a wink as he gives my thigh a playful grab. I mean, I think we both know that we’re having sex. But somehow it doesn’t seem real with Coach - or, like, it’s better than real: just fun, playing around.
We drop our bags down in the beautiful hotel room and Coach and I start making out.
“Mm, atta boy. Show her how much you love her,” Coach says as I suck on his neck and feel up his tits. We’d already decided to go to the beach after we check in, but Coach can’t resist going down on me, first.
“Remember, you’ve got the whole weekend to fuck, so take it slow,” he says as he kneels before me and feels my cock through my shorts. “But I have a feeling she won’t be able to wait to get this big cock in her mouth,” he says as he pulls down my shorts. My boner hauls out, fully hard and shaved just how Coach likes it. “Look at this thing,” he says, gazing at it with admiration. “You’re gonna make her so happy,” he says, looking up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. He takes it into his sexy mouth, closes his lips around it, moans as he sucks it down to the root.
He’s got his ass perched out behind him and just the sight of it, and the thought of a full week of getting to pound that ass any time I want, has me close. Before I have a chance to warn Coach he starts going even faster. I cum like that, deep in Coach’s throat. My cock swells with each shot, and Coach’s throat follows suit, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows each shot of cum.
“Yeah, she’s gonna get hooked on that sweet cum, mark my words,” Coach says, wiping off his stubbly jaw and then licking his fingers clean. “Plus it’s good to drop as many loads in her mouth or on her tits before you start cumming inside her pussy. You don’t want to knock her up on the honeymoon.”
I ask Coach to elaborate on this as we sink into the warm sand on the beach.
“Well, son, it’s like this: you only get so much time before you start a family, and then life changes real quick. Making love with your wife will become something you have to work at. So it’s best to stave off that responsibility for as long as you can,” he says. I rub sunscreen onto Coach’s broad, smooth back, letting my fingers dip under the elastic of his tight Speedo which his glutes stretch out like mini mountains, hard as granite. “Thanks, kid. Let me do you, now.” I lie on my stomach and Coach runs his big hands over my body, getting me nice and protected from the sun. I flip over and Coach does my front, and when I bone up he slips his hand under my shorts to adjust me so it’s less obvious, but also giving me a quick stroke in the process.
By early evening we’re sun-baked and horny, so we head back to our room for our first proper practice session of that week. Coach brought the lube - three bottles under three fluid ounces - but no condoms.
“We’ve graduated from those,” he says as he slips off his Speedos and gets on the bed on all fours. “You won’t be needing them with your wife, so we’ll practice the pull-out method this week. Sound good?”
“Yeah, Coach,” I say, mouth salivating as Coach spreads his muscle butt out for me.
“Atta boy,” he says. “Ready to put those pussy-eating skills to the test?” he says, smiling at me over his broad shoulder.
I take a deep breath and approach him, all six-feet of packed daddy-muscle, bent over, shaved pussy spread out, ready for my tongue and cock. My hard rod leads the way to the bed as I get behind him and start to lick him like he’s taught me, throwing my own techniques into the mix: I’ve realized that the longer I wait to actually connect my tongue to Coach’s pussy hole, the more excited he’ll get. So I run my tongue along his hard calves and thick thighs; I lick down his splayed back, dipping it into the groove of his spine and flitting it into the top of his butt crack. All the while I run my hands all over, up his stomach to his tits, tweaking his nipples as I studiously avoid his hole, sometimes licking around it but never on it.
“Goddamn, kid, you really know how to tease a pussy,” Coach says. “You’re a fuckin natural.”
“Thanks, Coach,” I say as I lick the slick edges of his hole. Finally I dive my tongue inside of him and Coach groans.
“Oh yeah, right there, that’s what’ll get her wet. Jesus Christ…” he says, and now he’s tweaking his own nipples. His cock is hard and dripping - sometimes I give it a stroke, but for the most part Coach likes me to focus on his pussy.
Next I tease him with my cock. “Make her anticipate it,” Coach instructs, because even though I’m pretty well-versed in fucking at this point, I like when he gives me direction. “You know you’re doing good if she starts to beg,” he says. My cock is so hard and his pussy is so wet. I slide my rod against it, then haul Coach’s torso up against mine, sucking on his neck and tweaking his tits as I hump the groove of his big butt, feeling his pussy clench against it. “That’s it, baby, oh my god, I need you to fuck me,” he finally says. “Please fuck me.”
I arch my hips in just the right way and manage to lodge the head inside of him without even switching positions. “Holy fuck, that’s it, right there…oh my god, kid, you are gonna fuck her so good. Now let her relax into it, give it to her slow, there’s no rush,” he says, and we’re both panting as my cock slowly slides inside him.
This is my happy place: my cock encased in Coach’s pussy, no condom between us. We slowly fuck like that for a while, then Coach has me change positions, getting on his back and having me hold up his legs to slide back inside him missionary-style.
“There you go, hold off on the fuck, take a moment,” he tells me as I look down at his handsome face, and I slow my hips and just let my cock throb inside of him. “Remember, you’ve waited your whole courtship for this. You want to make it as good as possible for both of you. So tease that pussy, make her wet, don’t neglect her tits…” he says and I follow his guidance, teasing his pussy with quick, shallow humps as I feel up his tits, then lean forward to put his face close to mine. We kiss.
“That’s it, kiddo. Make love to her. We’re making love now, understand?” He’s looking into my eyes and again we lock tongues.
Something about the idea of making love to Coach gets me to the edge. “I’m close, Coach.”
“Remember: pull out. You gotta work on this method. Get yourself as close as possible - there you go - nice, long strokes. Work that load up. Don’t pull out till you’re absolutely at that point, okay?”
“I’m gonna cum, Coach!” I say, and pull out of him. My cock is standing straight up and it immediately starts quivering and spraying. A massive shot goes four feet in the air before it lands all over Coach’s sun-baked body.
“There you go, kid, that’s the stuff! Let that cum fly!” Coach says, opening his mouth to try and catch some as he jacks his own cock. It only takes him a moment to erupt, and soon we’re both spent and I collapse onto him.
“She’s gonna be hooked for life if you make love to her like that, kid,” Coach says, holding me close.
“I hope it’s as good with her as it is with you,” I say.
“Sure it will be,” Coach says. “And we’ve got all week to work on it.”
We go out that night to a nice seafood place, getting all dressed up and pretending we’re newlyweds, even though Coach ends up paying. But I’m looking at him from across the candlelit table and thinking: I would want someone like Coach for my wife.
That night we practice our lovemaking again, and we’ve had a glass of wine at dinner so we get a little wilder. Coach even has me fuck him from behind on our balcony for a few minutes, both of us thrilling at the idea of being seen.
And again I practice pulling out, but being sloppy from the wine it doesn’t go as well this time.
“My first couple shots went inside you,” I say.
“That’s okay,” Coach says, reaching down to feel his increasingly used pussy. “That’s why we’re practicing, so you can really get it down.”
Except, as the week progresses, it seems like I get worse at it. It doesn’t help that Coach seems to enjoy it as much as me when some of my cum goes inside him. On our third day wind up fucking in the middle of the night when neither of us can sleep, me sliding slowly into Coach as I spoon him from behind, and this time when I fully pump my load into him he doesn’t object at all.
“I need that young cum in me,” he says in the darkness. “I mean, shit, this is what it’ll be like for her, too. She’s gonna want you to inseminate her just like I do. It’s only natural, when you love someone, to want all of them inside you,” Coach says, and I wonder about this as I fall asleep, still inside of him.
I don’t think I pull out once for the rest of the trip, and in fact I pump so many loads into him the sixth night that he has to laugh at how much cum is leaking out of him in the morning. “No doubt you’re gonna knock her up on the honeymoon, virile as you are,” he says, ruffling my hair as we pull on our swimsuits to hit the beach one last time.
We go out to dinner one last time but we’re both too eager to get back to the hotel and make the most of the our time together. We’re not saying much as we go up the elevator, but I know what I’m thinking: that all this role play has done is make me wish I was really making Coach my wife, that I really could spend the rest of my life with him.
It’s more tender this time as we come together in the hotel room, just the moonlight coming through the window and the distant roar of the ocean.
“What is it, kid?” Coach says, looking into my eyes as we approach one another. I can’t find the words to say it. “C’mere,” Coach says, and take me into his big arms. Coach rubs my back, nuzzles his warm, stubbly face into my neck. “Attaboy. You’ve done so good on this trip, you’re such a special kid…”
I try to express myself but get lost in Coach’s smell and the lust rushes in like a tsunami and we’re making out, tearing off each other’s clothes. All pretense of this being a lesson is lost: this is pure sex.
I push Coach onto the bed and lift his legs, eating out his pussy like it’s my last meal on earth. Coach flips over and sucks me on all fours, jock pussy spread, looking up into my eyes and moaning as he downs my meat.
“Oh baby,” he says, “I love this cock.”
“I need to make love to you, Coach,” I say, and Coach nods, flips on his back, spreads his pussy for me.
“Do it, kid; make love to me, put that beautiful cock inside me. Oh I need it…”
I’m fucking Coach slowly and steadily and it’s just the best feeling. We’re looking in each other’s eyes, every thrust makes us gasp. It feels like we could do this forever, and suddenly I hear myself saying it.
“I…I love you, Coach.”
“I love you too,” he says, shaking his head like he tried to avoid saying it, too, but can’t resist anymore.
“I mean, I’m in love with you.”
“Are ya? Oh fuck, oh shit,” Coach says, and without warning he starts to cum, hands-free, his cock spraying Dad-cum all over our bodies. “Say it again.”
“I’m in love with you Coach. I want to get married to you and be with you forever.”
“I’m in love with you too,” he says, his eyes watery, voice strained from his orgasm. Cum is still oozing out of his cock. “Make love to me, kid. Fuck me. God, I love you!” he says and I start cumming in him, pumping deep so that every drop goes inside. We make out with each other as our orgasms subside.
And then we’re catching our breath, lying side-by-side, staring at the ceiling as the reality of our situation hits us both at the same time.
“I’m sorry…” I start to say, but Coach puts his finger to my lips. I look in his eyes and I know it’s real. “I know this was all supposed to be practice,” I say.
“Yeah, it was. But sometimes practice is about figuring out what works best,” Coach says, and smiles.
Neither of us knows what the future holds. But there’s no question about our present, and I hold onto that as we hold each other close.