Grant Ducati, Chapter 1: Cooling Off
After a particularly strenuous weekend practice, I always offer the assistant coaches and players an invite over to my place to wind down by the pool. When the weather is hot, like today, it makes for a great opportunity to see all the men and boys in just their swim suits.
Lately, I’ve been noticing that one of my players, Grant, has been making considerable eye contact with me. The sexy boy’s stare tends to linger even when I break eye contact. I can feel him practically spread the cheeks of my toned, muscular ass just with his imagination. As a few of us were laying out by my pool, I could feel those eyes scoping again. Against any and all judgment, I decided to make something of a passive move. I told the others I needed to cool down a bit and dismissed myself to head inside.
On my way in, Grant’s eyes continued to follow me and he met my gaze. I gave him a clear non-verbal invite and saw the glimmer of a mischievous grin start to appear on his face. I made my way to my bedroom and sat upright on the bed. My hole twitched and blood rushed to my now-swelling cock at the thought of the handsome boy taking my signals and following me in to have his way with me.
But suddenly it hit me: he’s young and probably shy in these circumstances. Does he even know how to interpret these kinds of signals between men? As I laid there relaxing, I thanked myself for coming to cool down, but also resigned myself to the fact that while this boy clearly wanted me, that I probably shouldn’t get ahead of myself and expect him to act on it.