Coach & Other Stories

By Alex Exley

The two main themes running through these three stories are straight/bi-curious guys experimenting with or coming to know their own homosexuality, and older, more experienced guys getting together with less experienced guys.

"Coach" is about a college football player who is having a tough time of things. To add to his troubles, he isn't sure if his coach was touching him inappropriately on purpose while giving him a massage or if it was just his imagination. And to make it worse, his coach saw the huge erection it caused! He doesn't know how he'll ever face him again.

"Not Just Another Day At The Office" is about an underperforming office worker who will do just about anything to save his job, the domineering boss who gives his underling an ultimatum, and the fun of role-playing and the sexual imagination.

"Part-Time Job" is about a bi-curious grad student who answers an ad to be a male escort. While the idea of it turns him on, he's not sure if he'll really go through with it. When he meets the owner of the escort service, he's put on the spot and better decide quick, because the owner wants some proof that he'll perform.

Word count: 13,000.

Contains explicit adult content and descriptions, primarily of an oral nature. Not intended for persons under age 18.

Also available from Alex Exley: the novelette "Freshman Year"
Ryan, a young man who believes he is straight, grapples with the strange urges he gets when watching his new college roommate change or towel off after a shower. Those feelings are put to the test when his roommate, an older student who sees things in Ryan that Ryan doesn't see himself, offers a massage exchange after a night of drinking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Exley
• Release date: Oct 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465881595

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Coach

& Other Stories

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Contents

Coach

Not Just Another Day At The Office

Part-Time Job

Coach

I was curled up naked on the couch with Brian, reading the newspaper, when I saw the obituary. John Stevens, my old college football coach, had just passed away. Looking at the paper, I was reminded of a very fond memory of Coach Stevens. It was hard to believe that was almost thirty years ago, but I remembered it like it was yesterday.

Coach Stevens was a pretty terse guy. Every year it was inevitable that at least a couple of freshmen would quit the team because they couldn’t stand him. He was inhuman, they said, just too cruel to enjoy the game. Most of the older guys said to stick with him, though. His viciousness came with the territory and you’d eventually come to see his good side.

I had a rough freshman year. I didn’t play much, was constantly quarrelling with my girlfriend, and had even considered transferring. When I told Coach this, he sat me down and gave it to me straight. He wasn’t going to guarantee me anything, but said if I stuck with him, he’d make sure he’d do all he could to help me improve and maximize my chances of playing. Coaches little talk led me to stick with it and now, nearing the end of my sophomore season, I was finally glad I did.

We had just won a close game we needed to win to advance to our conference’s playoffs. I hadn’t been playing much up till that point, but Coach had said he might look to use me a little if our running game got shut down. That proved to be the case as I grabbed six receptions and scored the go-ahead touchdown to pull out a nailbiter of a win.

I had gotten tied up doing an interview with the school paper after the game, so the locker room was mostly cleared out by the time I hit the showers. The shower stall was right next to Coach’s office. I was the only one washing off when he leaned his head in.

How’s that hamstring feeling, Johnson? he asked in his usual gruff tone.

I guess it’s starting to tighten a bit, Coach, I answered. A couple days off will probably do it some good.

Did you see McKinnery?

McKinnery was our trainer and physical therapist. I’d mildly pulled my hamstring earlier in the season so I knew I should have made a point to see him, to have it massaged so it wouldn’t tighten up too much. But I was so elated about the win I got caught up talking and it slipped my mind, and McKinnery had already gone. I told Coach this and I could see the look of irritation on his face. He spoke to me in a voice that said he shouldn’t have to be speaking at all, that I should already be doing what he was saying.

Get on a table, then. I’ll loosen it up a little.

Washing off after a game, especially a big win like that, was always one of those small but unmistakable pleasures. Your body would be