Can't Let Go

When he stopped the kiss, he whispered, "I am so ready for this."

Winston must have understood what he meant. He unlocked their embrace and, with a stern voice, proclaimed, "Remember what I've told you about the Jaguars. They've got nothing on us. Stick to the rules and we will win."

Eli nodded. "I will remember that."

"Good."

They said nothing else as they returned to the locker room with the rest of the Kenwood Firebirds. The coach gathered everyone around and started his usual pep talk, something that boosted everyone's willingness to keep the Jaguars at the bottom of the board. Eli concentrated on Winston's words, which did indeed strengthen his admiration for the older man even more. As soon as Winston finished his monologue, everyone cheered and left the locker room with nothing but fierce determination implanted in their thoughts.

* * *

Once the game started, the spectators sat in their seats and watched as the Jaguars battled against the Firebirds on the court. Only a few people filmed the scenes with their smartphones, which was fortunate for everyone else. Eli and his teammates mostly did everything right. They made a few mistakes, including an unnecessary flagrant foul, but they acknowledged their errors and moved on. The Firebird cheerleaders kept the crowd enthusiastic. They applauded every time a three-pointer or a slam dunk had gone through. The high volumes of their applause kept Eli from losing interest in this particular game. He always loved it when the spectators supported their players at the right moments.

A few minutes before halftime, the Firebirds were up by sixteen points. Their natural instincts proved to be worthwhile. If they stayed confident in their abilities to overwhelm their rivals with skill and stamina, then this would be an easy game to win.

The buzzer rang, which gave the official signal for halftime. A majority of the spectators stood up and cheered for their team as they left the court. The audience settled down and waited for the second half of the game. The players, in the meantime, listened to their coach who boosted their self-confidence with the proper vocabulary. His firm stance on victory had been the right thing for these players to hear. Eli disregarded everything that didn't have anything to do with his coach. He listened to his every word with ease. He couldn't help but smile at Winston, who caught a glimpse of it when motivating his athletes.

At this moment, Eli finally understood why he admired Winston so much. He didn't have time to tell Winston since they only had limited time before the second half of the game. The Japanese player decided to tell him at the end. Once Winston finished his pep talk with the Firebirds, they returned to the court for the second half.

The spectators, the cheerleaders, and even the mascot (dressed like a bird with feathers colored like fire) watched as the Firebirds continued their climb up the higher rankings. Their slow and steady development was met with very few setbacks. Anthony, the Jaguars' Korean star player, tried everything to dismantle their progress. Dylan and Eli worked together to make sure that Anthony didn't disrupt their triumphant success. With a few words from the coach, the two Firebirds made certain that Anthony would never make a single shot. On several occasions, Eli stole the ball from Anthony while Dylan made the Korean player throw the ball out of bounds. This made the crowd cheer louder than ever. Eli may have imagined it, but he saw Anthony smile back at Dylan for just a split second. Eli ignored it and carried on with the remainder of the game.

With two minutes left on the clock, most of the spectators stood up and waited for the forthcoming victory to become official on their side. The Jaguars would need eighteen more points to tie the game. But their limited time had rendered it meaningless. Eli could listen to the wild applause all day. The buzzer rang and the Firebirds won their game. The Jaguars left the court with nothing but disappointment lingering all around the current lineup. The Firebirds, on the other hand, accepted the applause from the bleachers and returned to the locker room with a more buoyant outlook on their stats.

* * *

The celebration in the locker room remained brief once Winston joined the players and congratulated them on tonight's win. He reminded them that they still had plenty of work to do in the coming weeks ahead. Everyone had to be made sure that they stayed fit for the remainder of the school year. Once the coach left the room, half of the players used the showers to rinse away their sweat. Eli stayed beside the lockers, hoping that Winston would come back again. It turned out to be a long wait, seeing as how the players already finished with their showers and left the building. Eli was now alone in the locker room. He started to wonder if something wrong had happened to Winston. Regardless, he decided to take a shower of his own.

With only a towel wrapped around his waist, he entered the shower room. The spacious room consisted of gray granite walls and several drains on the floor. Everything had grown quiet ever since the end of the game. The rest of the players, as well as a majority of the spectators, had left the campus. Absolute silence would have been quite the stronghold in the shower room had Eli not turned on the water and created splashing noises on the floor. He put his towel aside and drenched his nude body with warm droplets. He washed his hair and added shampoo a short time later. He used his fingers to rub the bubbles against his hair, and just as he finished washing them away, he suddenly felt something grab his shoulder.

He gasped. He didn't expect any foreign hands to grab hold of him in a place like this.

Someone whispered, "Don't feel afraid. It's just me."

Eli relaxed. He could feel Winston's nude body pressing against his back. As a matter of fact, he could feel Winston pressing his most popular body part against his buttock. Such a solid object made an astonishing impact against the large round-shaped surface. It made him tremble as if he was struck hard by a sudden change in weather. Eli held on to Winston's arms as the coach began his embrace in the shower.

Eli almost laughed. "You almost scared me for a second."

Winston chuckled. "At least I'm still here."

Eli looked down to see Winston's right hand sliding further down his body. It reached its intended destination in just a couple of seconds. Winston closed his fingers around Eli's cock, which grew completely rigid since their abrupt embrace at the start.

"Watch this."

Winston began to slide his fingers up and down Eli's own erection. Eli felt entranced by the slow movements from down below. The tingling sensation between his legs would be enough for him to desire domination from Winston. The young man's breathing grew quicker once Winston's fingers experienced a smooth acceleration.

"Oh, Winston...fuck, this feels good."

Eli couldn't care less if anyone stumbled upon the two of them staying close in the shower. This explicit sensation felt too good to just pass up.

Winston's fingers conveyed the perfect tempo for Eli's awareness of his own eventual eruption. He watched as his erection was given direct encouragement for his secret appetite. To pump it all out, Winston would have to avoid a possible interference from all directions.

He whispered in Eli's ear, "Stay close to me, and you will get what you want."

Eli let his coach take control. This approach couldn't have been more sensible in the student's view of things. It didn't change his opinions, but it did give him a much deeper appreciation for Winston's leadership.

Eli's entire body grew tense. He tightened his muscles as soon as Winston's hand hit the right speed. A simple movement from down below became the source of an even bigger meaning. Eli tried to control his tense manner. He could feel Winston breathing down on his neck, a weak spot guaranteed to bring a significant impact to his psyche. The warm droplets of water that hit his chest helped calm his nerves, despite the fact that the rising humidity assisted in giving his body temperature a slight upward motion.

Eli began to lose control of his composure. He could feel the tingling sensation between his legs establishing its most important phase. Winston's fingers didn't cease with their swift movements. They managed to give Eli's hard cock a good reason to let everything loose.

The young athlete cried out, "Oh, yes! Fuck, this is what I want!"

Winston whispered, "Let's see if you're ready for it."

Eli could never forget Winston's own personal instrument pressing against his right cheek. He craved for it again so badly. It tasted magnificent the first time he ever placed it inside him. He never would have imagined the thick juice dropping down his esophagus, and now he began to wonder if he could succeed in replacing the mouth with the butt.

"Fuck, yes! Let me shoot it all out!"

Eli felt it approaching. The tingling inside his body grew to excess. His knees began to weaken. He gasped when it finally happened. Winston still propelled Eli's cock toward absolute ecstasy even as large gushes of human sap flew out of the tip and landed on the floor. Eli watched everything. His semen formed a small puddle on the tiles, with bits and pieces being washed away by the incoming water and falling into the drain.

Winston stopped caressing Eli's contraption and brought his hand up to Eli's face. The younger man spotted small traces of his exports sticking onto Winston's fingers.

Eli chuckled. "I should apologize for that."

Winston replied, "Take it off of me right now."

Eli didn't hesitate. He licked it all right off of Winston's skin. He made certain that his coach's hand became spotless, as if it already rediscovered soap in this very room. Eli swallowed his own juice. It almost tasted the same as Winston's, though it was slightly more sugary.

It appeared that Winston refused to end his embrace with his new companion. "You're even better here than on the court. I'm starting to like you even more than Dylan."

Eli asked, "So I'm doing a great job?"

Winston kissed him on the neck. "There's no doubt about that."

Eli shivered at the touch of Winston's lips. He enjoyed their embrace, and he knew that he would feel a little melancholy when it ended.

All of a sudden, everything about this moment reminded him of why he greatly admired the man behind him.

He turned his head to receive a clear view of the close-up that was Winston's face.

"You know, coach, I realized something tonight."

"What is it?"

Eli smiled. "I love the way you take control. I love the way you're determined to bring us straight to the top. I love this competition that we share. You're a great leader for all of us. That's why I admire you so much. I'm so glad to have met someone like you."

Winston formed a little smile on his face. It almost certainly signified his approval. "This is one hell of a night."

"And I wish it didn't end like this."

"It doesn't have to."

Winston gave him a kiss. "Stay where you are. I'll show you how everything gets better."

Eli watched as Winston turned off the water with his left hand. He could feel Winston's other hand moving across the young man's back. It grabbed hold of the cock that was pressed against his buttock and moved it right between both cheeks.

Eli had waited for this moment. He closed his eyes as the tip of Winston's cock reached the entrance.

"I still can't believe how big it is."

Winston's whisper sounded so enchanting to Eli's ears. "Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. Trust me."

Winston lodged it deep into Eli's crevice. Eli almost screamed as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh, shit! It's actually inside me!"

Winston grabbed hold of Eli's hips and set his popular mechanics in motion. He thrust deep inside Eli and didn't stop. Eli almost fell. He pressed his hands against the wall in order to keep a healthy balance between him and Winston. The feeling down below was almost unbearable. It felt like a mix of pain and pleasure with an extreme dosage of adrenaline. It was enough for Eli to feel just a little uneasy about Winston's powerful thrusts.

He almost had trouble speaking. "Oh, Winston...I...I don't know..."

Winston didn't have time for second thoughts. "Just be quiet. Let me handle it. Trust me."

Eli moaned. "Oh, yes. I trust you."

He just let it happen. He let Winston take control of the entire situation, just like the previous two times they stayed close together. He could feel the coach's sturdy chest pressing against his bare back.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!"

Whoever stayed behind in Kenwood High School would never be able to hear what transpired in the shower room. Winston thrust his hips against Eli's buttocks, which produced a loud smacking noise that echoed across the walls. Eli's constant moaning must have sounded like permanent bliss in Winston's ears, because his forward movements grew faster and stronger. Eli's body grew more intense than ever before. A tingling sensation arose inside the lower half of his body. It didn't bother him. In fact, a long-awaited passion emerged. He let Winston take control of his own personal servant.

"Fuck me, Winston! It feels so good! Fuck, yes!"

His dream came true, and he enjoyed every minute of it. He knew the basics, the equilibrium between the alpha and the beta, and he accepted his role in their mutual connection. Both men followed the formula that was perfected in their secret space.

Eli yelled, "Fuck, yes! Let me have it!"

A few minutes passed, and Winston's final thrust was the strongest.

Eli gasped. He made it to the final stages of their interaction. Winston held him tightly in his arms. Eli could sense the abrupt flooding of his inner walls. It felt unusually warm inside. His legs grew weak and his entire body tightened during the delivery. He started panting when Winston loosened his embrace.

The coach whispered, "So how does it feel?"

Eli smiled. "I like it when you fill me up. You should do it more often."

Winston pulled out of him. Eli could feel the warm cum spilling out of his hole and landing on the floor in another puddle. It stood right alongside Eli's own puddle.

He let out a deep sigh of relief. "This is...amazing."

He finally turned around to see Winston in the nude. He stared right into a work of art. Winston's healthy appearance included his muscular arms, his sturdy abs, and his rock-hard cock dripping more of his valuable contents. Eli couldn't help but give him a hug. At this moment, he only wanted the warm touch of his most trusted companion.

He whispered, "I'm very lucky. I get to do it with the one I love."

Winston held him tight in his arms. "I feel the same way right now."

Their shafts touched each other, which provided further sustenance for Eli's heart and soul. This simple feeling down below reminded him why he kissed his coach in the first place.

* * *

It would have ended there, but Eli and Winston both knew that it would have been impossible to put a halt to their secret encounter. They stayed in the shower room longer than expected. And that was because they still had some more indulgences to take care of.

Winston may have finished with his discharge as soon as he ejaculated inside of Eli, but he still had a few more fluids to get rid of from his system. And he didn't waste any time. He sat on the floor and gave Eli another round of his high-octane performance. Eli, who wrapped his legs around the coach's waist and sat directly on his upright cock, accepted the upward pounding which felt even more powerful. This remarkable feeling almost overwhelmed him. Here he sat on Winston's cock, and the older man made certain his cock made it entirely inside Eli with as much effort as he could put in it.

The young Japanese man found himself an internal struggle with the infiltration process. The forward propulsion was so strong that he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed on to the other man's shoulders. He swung his head back and forth due to the potency of Winston's hard thrusting. He couldn't tell if pain or pleasure kept a stronghold to his five senses. His walls began to give off a burning sensation, something that was undeniably foreign to Eli. The cool water on his skin did little to ease the higher temperature produced from within his body.

"Oh, fuck! It feels so hot inside!"

Despite the tumultuous nature of their performance, Eli resisted the urge to resign from his primordial hunger. With Winston by his side, nothing about their circumstances showed any signs of misfortune. If he and his coach didn't turn back from their personal infatuations, then this dramatic shift in their relationship had to be more than just pure luck. Eli refused to steer Winston away from him. They both held the same desires, and the intoxicating progression was nothing to overlook.

Eli moaned as loudly as he could. Being dominated by his coach in the most personal way possible resulted in a strong infiltration.

"Don't stop! Keep fucking me hard! Yes, fuck me hard!"

Even when several minutes passed, the two of them didn't stop. It went on longer than they had anticipated, and it didn't matter if it really did. The dick had enough stamina, and it didn't stop until its fitting conclusion became absolute.

It took a few more minutes until the pinnacle of tonight's relations gave clear signals. Winston held Eli tight as another batch of his precious paste made its way into Eli's body. The young athlete let out a scream of pure delight before he relaxed his body and started panting. When he finished loading his companion with his juices, Winston finally pulled out. Eli could feel it spilling out of him and landing on the floor. Exhausted, he lay on the wet floor beside his thirty-seven-year-old instructor. They could do nothing else.

"You're such an awesome coach."

"And you're a great part of this team. You deserve to stay with me."

They kissed in silence. Nothing in the shower room could ever interrupt their tender moment.

* * *

He had become an athlete at first, following orders from his coach and keeping his stamina and brainpower in check. It only took a few days for him to make a few changes in his life. His relationship with Winston had grown normal at the start. And one week later, the eighteen-year-old man opened his eyes to find himself in another man's bed.

Eli opened his eyes to see that Winston's bedroom had remained the same. He raised his head up from the coach's bare shoulder to check the time on the nightstand. It read 8:23 AM. He looked around to see that sunlight had seeped through the curtains and found a place to rest on the blanket. He looked to see Winston's eyes still closed while breathing through his nostrils in his sleep.

Eli didn't want to get up. He liked to stay where he was. He rested his head against Winston's shoulder and lay still on top of him. His most unforgettable memories would include lying naked with his favorite companion in the morning, as well as everything that transpired in the locker room. The young Japanese man felt grateful for revealing the truth to Winston as soon as possible. If he bottled up his true feelings for the longest time, then the mental damage in his older years would have been a little too unbearable.

He stayed put in Winston's bed. He didn't care for the possible repercussions. He was just happy, and he hoped it lasted very long in the future.