Logan Cross – Chapter 3 – Top Tryout (with Coach Romano)
Logan pressed his hands into the carpet, tightened his core, and pushed his legs up. His ankles flipped above his head, and landed in the waiting grip of Coach Max Romano.
Coach and Logan had grown quite close ever since Logan had started private lessons. The young man was a natural athlete despite his smaller size, so Romano’s lessons were more about guidance than instruction. Logan had no experience in handstands whatsoever, yet here he was, nearly capable of one instantly thanks to his excellent balance, mind-muscle connection, and firm core. It didn’t hurt any that Logan was enthusiastic and a fast learner.
But handstands weren’t the only thing Logan learned from Coach. And it usually wasn’t him that was upside-down.
After the Coach concluded their long lesson in flexibility, he asked his student if he’d like a reward. And of course, Logan was quick to say yes the young man knew what it was he worked for. Coach and Logan tumbled to the couch with firm kisses. Romano’s beard was rough against Logan’s smooth face, and each kiss felt like sandpaper against his delicate skin. Logan bristled with pleasure.
Coach Romano was a large man, sculpted by sport and nature. He was broad-shouldered and thick; his body covered in the brush of hair. He was quite the counterpoint to Logan’s smooth, toned frame – a size difference made all the more apparent when their bodies were against one another. Coach was bigger than Logan, but that didn’t matter; size, when it comes to this workout, did not determine who was in charge.
Coach’s chiseled hand trailed down Logan’s front, tweaked his nipples, and reached the twink’s waistband. The mature man pulled the shorts down to reveal a white jockstrap, ribbed with a rough woven texture, and still tart with the flavor of the workout. Coach’s fingers grazed the waistband and rubbed firmly over the expanding package. Coach looked up pleadingly into the boy’s eyes.
Logan turned his hat backwards, and smirked.
