This is Part 1.

It’s the start of my final semester in high school, I’m 18 and I am more than ready to get it over with. Being in rural Texas, I’ve been in the closet my whole life and am ready to finally move away and come out. In the meantime, I know I’ll stay busy between band, the play, and my final track season coming up. I am no great athlete coming in at a whopping 5’ 8” with small but toned muscles, but I hold my own in the long distance races. At such a small school, though, the coaches often double up on work and the distance coach, Coach Wharton, is often busy with basketball this time of the year, so we’re often paired with someone who knows nothing about running miles and they put us through random conditioning workouts. And today, the first day of workouts, the head coach, Coach Allen, announced we would be working with the new student coach. “Now, boys, show some respect for Coach Kutz,” he said.

Coach Kutz walked out from one of the offices as the students clapped for him. We’d never had a student coach before–probably because no 22 year old wants to live in the middle of nowhere for their last semester–but I’m open to it. I hardly notice the coaches anyway. This guy seems different, though. For starters, he’s not an old man like the others, and anyone could tell he works out even with his long sleeve on. It didn’t take long for all the girls to nickname him Coach “Cutes.” Don’t get me wrong I agree with the girls, but I didn’t notice him all that much. Not at first, anyway.

About a week goes by and he starts getting more comfortable telling us about his life and stuff. He went to a Christian ring-by-spring university so we heard a lot about his fiancé. I wasn’t really listening as I was more focused on getting these hill sprints over with. That is until he said, “And she’s a freak.” I must’ve visibly reacted–I’m too tired to really tell–because he follows up with, “Oh yeah, Keith. Real freaky.”

That one interaction was enough to completely shift the way I thought of my new coach. I was a virgin, but I started imagining him in a dominant role over this girl I had never seen. Maybe he uses a whip, or maybe she’s the dominant one. I imagine him with a gag in his mouth as she uses him as she pleases. Suddenly I’m looking forward to the days Coach Wharton was busy so I can workout with Coach Cutes. Besides, I got my distance workouts done in the mornings. After that day about his “freaky” fiancé, he started talking to me more and more. After workouts one day, I was getting changed at my locker. There’s no need to shower since I’m going straight home anyway. Right when I’m down to my boxers he walks up.

“So, how’s the play coming along,” Coach Kutz asks me. I’m a little surprised since the coaches never asked about anything other than athletics.

“It’s getting there,” I manage to get out while hoping I can get my jeans on before I start sporting a semi.

“Well I did theater in high school, too,” he went on, “so if you ever need any help just let me know.”

”Yes, sir.” Then he walked away. It wasn’t much, but it got me wondering. As someone who actively tries to keep to himself and not notice the coaches, why has this one noticed me so much? Especially when we both have only one semester left here.

From now on, the comments made toward me seemed to increase along with their level of flirtation. I’ll never forget the day we were doing lateral lunges and Coach Kutz says from behind me, “Hell yeah, Keith! Get that round ass low to the ground!” Or the morning I was in the shower after running two miles. The locker room is typically empty when I go in for my morning run, and it’s easier to shower there than to go all the way home before class. Today, though, I heard someone come in. I assumed it was the quarterback since he would sometimes show up in the morning, but then walked by Coach Kutz with his headphones in and still in his pajamas. “Shit! Keith, what are you doing here,” he says obviously startled, “I thought no one would be here this early.

“I come in every morning that I know we’ll be working out with you to get some extra distance running in, sir.”

Then, I swear he looks me up and down, maybe even bites his lip, and says, “Atta boy.”

This interaction turned me on so much I’m thankful I didn’t pop a boner right then and there. Him walking in on me totally naked in the shower was enough to get me going, but the way he checked me out was what put me over the edge. Every night before bed my mind would start to wander to thoughts of Coach Kutz and his fiancé, Coach Kutz and the shower, even Coach Kutz and my round virgin ass.

Nothing comes from the moment he saw me in the shower. Not for a few weeks, anyway. We’re a third of the way into the semester and gearing up for the first track meet of the year. I’m in the shower after one of my morning runs, when I hear someone walk into the locker room. Before I can even wonder who it is, Coach Kutz is walking into the shower. He looks right at me and says, “Hey, man. My girl is taking up the bathroom at my place so I’m gonna join you.”

Part 2 is already posted!