Enter the passionate world of Luca, Silas, and Axel as they explore forbidden realms of desire on and off the basketball court.
This tale, filled with intense passion and unexpected twists, tests the boundaries of temptation and taboo.
Will they give in to their lust-filled urges or resist the allure of the forbidden?
The blazing sun beat down on my Jeep as I pulled up to the arena lot. The guard sauntered towards me with all the confidence of a man who knew he held the power. His clipboard was a talisman of authority, and he wielded it with practiced ease.
“How are you doing today, young man?” he drawled.
I bristled at the ‘young’ comment. I'm a full-grown man. I've been on this earth for twenty-four years. Regardless, I swallowed my irritation and nudged my sunglasses down my nose, eyeing him with a steady gaze. “I’m here to see the Coach.”
“Coach isn’t seeing fans today,” his tone unyielding.
Chuckling, “I’m not a fan. Silas is expecting me.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
“And you are?” The guard peered at his clipboard, flipped through the pages. I ground my teeth together and huffed out a breath. “Luca. Luca Dann.”
“Dann? Sure you are. Just back up and be on your way. Coach is a busy man.” Struggling to tamp down my frustration, “If you look at the freaking clipboard, you’ll see that I’m listed under family members, sir.”
He checked again, and I watched as the realization dawned on his face. "I—I'll buzz you right in," he stammered, hurrying back to his small hut. I got that a lot. Folks don't expect a fine mixed brother to be a Dann.
The team had been on a winning streak for three seasons, but it wasn’t just luck. Silas poured his heart and soul into those boys, turning them into champions. Despite my mother's divorce from Silas, I still called him Dad.
Silas was the youngest and ‘handsomest’ coach in State U’s history and was about to become the winningest coach in record time. He was a real Southern gentleman, never letting his accomplishments go to his head. He always remained grounded and humble, and that’s what made him so damn irresistible. Forty-eight never looked so good.
One evening, I felt this itch to check on Silas. I found him in the game room, beers piled up, eyes glued to ESPN. He looked good, though, just in his PJs, no shirt. Abs for days, you know?
"Hey, what's up?" I said, stepping in.
He glanced over, surprised. "Oh, hey, Luca. I'm just chilling, watching the game. Wish your mom was here, though."
"Yeah, me too," I replied, trying to keep it light. But I could tell he was hurting, drowning it out with booze.
I gave him a quick hug, feeling the weight of the moment. "Just making sure you're okay, man."
He nodded, giving me this grateful smile. "Thanks, bud. You should hit the hay, though."
I gently kissed him on the lips. It seemed like forever, but it only lasted mere seconds.
The blaring horn jerked me out of my brief trip down memory lane like an abrupt slap to the face. I parked my Jeep in a free space and took a moment to compose myself, the scent of hot asphalt filling my nostrils.
With a deep breath, I stepped out of the Jeep slammed the door shut and headed to the locker room. I had practiced what I’d say to Silas and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
The jocks darted up and down the court, their muscles glistening with sweat as they executed their drills under Silas's watchful eye. His commanding voice reverberated through the gym, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. From my vantage point above, I observed discreetly, not wanting to distract him.
A group of fresh-faced frat boys sauntered in, adding to the eye candy as I indulged in the spectacle of sweaty athletes handling balls and penetrating holes. Suddenly, the thundering noise of footsteps approached, and there was Silas, ascending towards the upper level.
"You made it," he greeted me, hands on his hips, his shirt soaked with sweat, accentuating the trail leading downward.
"Told you I'd swing by. It's been a minute, old man," I teased, flashing him a grin. He wasn't fond of that nickname.
"You still got jokes," he chuckled, his deep voice sending a ripple of desire through me. "The guys are wrapping up. How about a game?" he suggested, his hand massaging my knee.
"Bold for you to be touching me like this in public," I whispered, feeling the thrill of his touch.
"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet," he countered, pulling me to my feet. "At least you came dressed for a workout," he remarked, giving my rear a playful swat.
"Thank you, Daddy," I quipped with a mischievous grin.
It was a quick game. I never expected a man in his forties to outplay a twenty-something like me. I followed Silas to his office.
"Silas!" I called out, entering the dimly lit corridor leading to his office. "In here," he responded, the steam billowing out as I pushed open the door. A set of State sweatpants and a shirt lay waiting for me—a thoughtful gesture from Silas. "I'll go first, then you, and then we can head out, maybe grab a bite and catch the game," he suggested, peeling off his shirt to reveal his chiseled physique.
His chest was dusted with a smattering of hair, perfectly framing his sculpted pecs. His gym shorts hung low on his hips, teasing a glimpse of hair from his nether regions. I lingered longer than I should have, lost in admiration. When I finally tore my gaze away, our eyes locked, and he flashed me a knowing smile as he tossed his shirt over my face. Ah, that intoxicating scent of his.
Silas closed the office door, locking it behind him as he disappeared into the shower. I pondered how to broach the subject of inviting him to join a threesome with Axel, my new stepdad. Mom certainly had a knack for picking them.
Drumming my fingers on his cluttered oak desk, I shed my shirt and shorts, eagerly joining Silas in the shower.
A grin spread across Silas's face as he looked down at me. "What took you so long?"
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