Ryan sat in his car outside Coach Harlan’s house for almost fifteen minutes, engine off, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
He kept telling himself to drive away. He had a girlfriend. He was straight. He hated this kind of s**t. But his c**k was rock hard in his sweatpants, leaking precum just from thinking about what Coach had promised.
“f**k it,” he whispered to himself.
He got out of the car and walked to the front door. It was unlocked, just like Coach said. Ryan stepped inside, heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
Coach Harlan was waiting in the living room, wearing only a pair of black shorts. His muscular chest and arms looked even bigger under the dim lights.
“You actually came,” Coach said with a dark smile. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
Ryan closed the
