The Football Coach's Secret

Aaron claimed to be straight. Everyone in his life believed that he had a girlfriend, one whom his parents adored and pushed him to marry. He also had a secret: Me.

I had been sleeping with him for years. When we first met, the chemistry was undeniable. The attraction was animalistic. Both of us acknowledged that there were lustful feelings. 

But I was confused, something I didn't share with him. He said that he was hetero, but we were doing things that definitely were not what straight men did with other guys. 

It was a fine line to walk, I didn't want to force him to come out. But I was uncomfortable with being someone's secret. From the time that I came out, I had sworn that I would never be pushed back into the closet by anyone. Yet, I found myself denying that Aaron and I were seeing one another. 

Why did I put up with it? Because the sex was great. He might have claimed not to have been with another man, but his prowess in the bedroom told a much different story. 

There was nothing that he wouldn't experiment with, no limits to what we could explore with one another. Together, Aaron and I would try things that we normally wouldn't have attempted with other lovers. 

And all the while, I stayed his sexy secret that nobody knew about. Until they did. 

A Passionate Meeting

The first time we met, Aaron and I intended to have sex. He came over to my house, shy. I greeted him with a hug and kiss. Something he seemed to appreciate. 

"How does this work? Do we just get naked?" He asked as he pulled his shirt over his head. I watched with appreciation and thought about how he was totally my type. 

After a few seconds of unadulterated lustful looks, I answered. "You can continue to strip for me, give me a little show, if you want." 

He shot me a smile and began to gyrate his hips. It wasn't long until his shorts and boxers were off. Aaron wiggled his butt on my lap, pushing me back, he went in for a nice long kiss. 

My clothes were soon off. Our naked bodies pressed together. His fingers probed my hole as he breathed softly in my ear. It was unlike anything that I had felt before. 

As moans escaped my throat, he laid me on the couch. His lips covered my nipple, his tongue flicked over it. Never before had I felt like this, no other man seemed to know how to make my motor run the way that he did. 

But Aaron wasn't done on the pleasure tour. He flipped me over and lifted my butt into the air. His tongue went into my hole a few times, then he softly bit the cheeks. 

"Do me," I begged. At that moment, it was all I wanted. He acquiesced. 

Bedroom Buzz

After the first time of us being together, we started talking all the time. Mostly the conversation revolved around how much we both enjoyed the encounter and were excited to meet up again. 

One day, he stunned me with a request. "Hey, next time we get together, can we try something?" 

I looked at his message and wondered what he had in mind. Finally, I typed out my response: "Sure, what did you have in mind? Shower sex? Me sitting on your face? You sitting on mine?" 

There was no limit to what I thought he might ask for, but his actual answer took me by surprise. "I want to use a toy on you. The other night, I watched a porn, and it looked sexy as hell."

"When do you want to come over?" I asked. The thought sent the blood rushing to the bottom half of my body. We agreed that he would come over that evening. 

Aaron arrived at my house and handed me a bouquet of flowers. "You're the first person I've been with that I wish that I could see myself marrying." 

In less than a minute, we were in my room and naked. I handed him the vibrator and asked what he wanted to do with it. He answered by pushing me onto the bed and pressing the toy against my chest, following that with kisses. 

This session was much the same, with the one change that Aaron used the toy. When it was time for the actual event, he started by using the toy and then replaced it with his penis. 

That night was the first time he spent the night, we woke up cuddled in each other's arms the next day. 

Sex and Feelings

Something changed with us after that night. Our texts became sweeter, when Aaron came over, he would bring some type of gift. It stopped being about just sex, we started cuddling and watching movies together. 

But he still resisted going full throttle into a relationship with me. When that topic was broached, there were a plethora of reasons that he gave. If people at his job knew that he was gay, he would be fired. His parents wouldn't understand. 

The truth was I didn't understand. When it was just the two of us, things were passionate and, at times, even romantic. But if my roommates were home or someone might be coming back, we stayed locked up in my room for hours. 

Finally, I told him that I was moving to New York City. He did not take the news well. "Why do you want to leave? I'm here, aren't I enough to make you want to stay?" 

He asked fair questions, but if I answered honestly, it would hurt his feelings. But I reasoned, maybe that would help him understand where I was coming from. "You are more than enough when we're alone. But I don't want to have a relationship that starts and stops in the bedroom. You want to keep me on hand to have sex with but also keep me a secret, that doesn't work anymore." 

"Why doesn't it work?" He asked as he brought me into his arms and kissed me with a passion that hasn't been matched since. 

After we had sex, Aaron stayed the night. We talked a bit, but neither of us budged. It was the last time that we were physical with one another. Eventually, we stopped talking after I moved to the city. 

For almost a year, I was the football coach's secret lover. And he made it worthwhile until it wasn't any longer.