Be aggressive

Joel closed the door and sat behind the desk.

Water was dripping off your chest. You looked up and met his stare.

"I said you could get a towel."

"No. You said, 'Grab your fucking towel.'"

You saw a towel hanging on a hook near Joel. You walked around the desk, pulled the towel from the hook, and tossed it to Joel.

"Your choice. You can dry me off, or we can spread the towel on the ground and christen it as my 'fucking' towel.

"Not during..."

You lean in close and hissed in his ear.

"I heard you the first time, coach! Did you hear me? Dry or fuck?"

Joel stood up and started drying you. You put one leg up on the desk to give him easy access to all the important bits. You exhaled slowly and released the tension from your body. You reached out and tweaked a nipple through Joel's shirt. You felt a bit guilty.

"I wouldn't have really fucked you here in the office."

Joel stole a play from your book and cupped your balls and grinned.

"Why does the choice have to be dry 'or' fuck? What's wrong with 'and'?"

Your mouth fell open. Joel gave your balls a quick, painful squeeze. "Kidding."

"Adam, I need to make something clear. I do not understand this thing is between us. Since practice the other evening, I cannot stop thinking about you. I get hard the moment you walk in the room. I think you feel something for me as well. I want you to know that I'm all in. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone.

But, I need to set one boundary. Here, at practice, nothing can happen. I need access to the University facilities to train, which means running these AM practices, offering discounted physical therapy, and not getting caught fucking around with student-athletes. Deal?"

You were interested in seeing where things went with Joel. You nodded your agreement.

"I also need to explain why I got so angry before. I selected all the walk-on swimmers this year. You were the last person I picked, and I only picked you because I thought your persistence would annoy Trent enough to motivate him. Then the other night at practice, you swam a 100 freestyle split that could place at a duel meet, and today, you swim an IM that would have gotten you recruited out of high school by Coach. Your transformation is impossible. Nobody improves that much in a few months. All my sports medicine training says the only way you could improve this much in this short of time is by using illegal substances. I swear, if you are messing with any of that crap, I will see you thrown out of this University."

You laughed off his concern.

"Is that what you are worried about? Nothing but fresh air and clean living for me, coach.

Joel was not laughing.

"I am serious, I have lost people I cared about because of shit like this, and I will not go down that road again."

You assured Joel that you were clean.

"If you are telling the truth, I would like to privately train you. In a month, you'll be on the competition team. In two years, maybe less, you'll be the best swimmer this University has ever seen. Do you want that?"

You grabbed Joel and pulled him into a hug.

"Yes. YES!"

"Good. You will need to keep attending evening practices with Trent. Coach rarely gives walk-on's a chance, but in a few weeks, you will blow him away. I will design a custom training regime. For today, hop in with Andrew. He is a great athlete, his pool workout is unique, and he can give you some strength training tips."

You turned to leave.

"One more thing.

Joel opened a desk drawer, pulled out a small container, and tossed it to you.

"Urine sample now, and it better not come back positive for anything. "

You looked at the container and sighed heavily.

"I don't know Joel. I think I might need your help holding it.

Joel chuckled.

"Go pee in the cup! Now!"