Seduced by My Football Coach: A Gay Erotica Short Story Part Two

By Lucas Loveless

After the night in coach's truck, things weren't the same.
I was still the star receiver for my town's football team. But things had become tense between Coach Blue and me. Did we regret what we had done? Would it happen again?
One thing was for sure... I still wanted him. I wanted more of his body and his sex.
Coach Blue and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. This game we had started wouldn't be over until our hot desires for one another were finallt quenched.

This is the second part of a two part story. It is a gay erotica short story and contains explicit content intended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Jun 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463858769

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Seduced by My Football Coach

A Gay Erotica Story

Part Two

Written by Lucas Loveless

Chapter One

Things changed between me and Coach after we had sex in his truck. He avoided me. During practices, he would hardly acknowledge me. It made me angry because I wanted his attention. I wanted him to notice me, to look at me in the same lusty way he had before. But ever since we had sex in his truck, Coach Blue pretend like I wasn't even on the team.

That Thursday before our next big game, I decided I had had enough of the coach's attitude. Sweaty and panting after a hard practice, I followed the other football players into the locker room. My balls were hot in between my legs. My shoulders were tense as I stripped off my shoulder pads and jersey. Shirtless, dripping sweat and dirt, I looked to the coach's office door.

Coach Blue was at his desk looking over plays. He had a serious expression. He leaned back and stroked his chin. He caught me staring at him. He got up, and he shut the door.

Fuck this, I muttered. I marched to his door and threw it open. Coach Blue, what the hell is your problem? I shut the door behind me. The blinds were closed, so no one could see us.

Coach Blue stood up instantly and put his hands on his hips. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue polo shirt, deep blue, my favorite color. His face had some stubble on it along his sharp, strong jaw. His dark eyes looked fiercely upon me. What the hell do you think you're doing barging into my office, Ivan?

You haven't let me run a play all week. You haven't even spoken to me. Why not?

I'm the coach, boy. He walked around his desk and stood just before me. He smelled faintly of cologne and musk. I'll run plays like I want, and I'll talk to who I want. You got a problem with that?

I gulped. I was nervous as hell. But something was different inside me now. Ever since my first time with the coach, I wasn't so shy or timid. Maybe he had fucked bravery into me.

I think you're the one with problem, I told him. Ever since you fucked me...

He put his hand over my mouth. He was so worked up that he pushed me back against the door. He locked the door, and he kept me pinned against it. Listen, Ivan. What happened was... It doesn't matter... It was a one time thing. It'll never happen again, and if you say anything else about it...

I stood up to him. I told you I wouldn't tell anyone, Coach. And I haven't told one damn soul. So stop treating me like I'm a kid. Stop trying to ignore me. I'm still the best receiver you've got on your team.

He pressed his lips together. He was