Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 00:58:31 -0500 From: Cameron Coppinger Subject: Brandon's Secret - Chapter 2 Brandon's Secret Chapter 2 (m/t) by Cameron Coppinger This is a fictional story from only my imagination. It is erotic gay fiction. If you are under 18 or these materials offend you or your community values, please stop reading now and close this window. Well the preseason just flew by. Two a days gave way to once a day practices, and the team really was starting to work together. Bobby continued to improve, and made the varsity squad. Interestingly, when it came time to pick lockers, he chose the one right next to Brandon. I caught a glimpse of Brandon as Bobby picked his locker and saw his normally solemn expression turn up slightly in a grin. I headed back to my office to put the finishing touches on the program for the season. Yeah for soccer, we don't have the booster club to sell ads and have a printer do a program. That privilege is reserved for football and basketball. But for soccer, the coach makes the program. I flipped to Brandon's page. For the third straight year, he managed to take a team picture with that flat, unsmiling look on his face. He always wants to be taken so seriously. The funny thing is, if you watch him on the field, he is smiling, grinning and having fun. I update his measurements. 5'6", 125 lbs. So much talent packed into that little body. I felt a little bad for him sometimes, being one of the smallest seniors in the school. If he was 6'0, 165, every college in the country would be recruiting him. I glanced down a my watch, damn it was 4:00 already. I needed to hit the road. I had an appointment to look at a little house. After saving for the last three years, and some extra money from working soccer camps over the summer, I had put enough money together to buy a house. No more rent, no more tiny apartment, no more loud neighbors. The best part was the house was only about ½ mile from the high school, so I could walk to work. I headed over and met the agent at the door. She was a natural salesperson, full of detail about the neighborhood, the great schools (thanks, I thought), the custom touches on the inside of the house. As I looked over the kitchen, and caught a glimpse out the front window, I saw Bobby walking down the sidewalk, his school backpack slung over his shoulder. He was walking with another freshman I had seen in the halls of school but didn't know. Well, I thought to myself, I really liked the house anyway, haven't some nice eye candy like Bobby and the other kid wouldn't hurt at all. Well, to make a long story short, I made an offer on the house, after a little haggling, we made a deal and 30 days later I was moving into my first house. Moving. How in the world did I accumulate this much junk in 3 years in that apartment. I had everything about boxed up when I realized, this was going to take me all weekend. It really wasn't in the budget, but I had to get some help. At Friday's practice I decided to ask for help. I was pretty clear, this was not expected or a requirement, but I needed a couple of guys to help me move and it would pay $50 for a Saturday of work. Brandon's hand was up first, so between that and his senior status, he could have the job. A few other kids were volunteering, including Bobby. Well this was an easy choice. "Well, let's give it to one of the new guys," I announced, "Bobby, you and Brandon. We have 8 a.m. practice tomorrow, so we'll head out straight from here, I'll take care of lunch for you guys." Brandon was looking at me as the team walked off. As they headed to the showers, he lingered. "Are you doing this to torture me, coach?" he asked. I chuckled, "I have no idea what were talking about, Brandon. I said with as straight a face as I could muster. He looked exasperated. "You know I like Bobby, and for the last month I have been dressing beside him trying like hell not to get hard. If it wasn't my senior year, and I hadn't earned that locker, I would switch. I'm dead fucking serious." "Take it easy, man," I told him. "Yeah I picked Bobby because I knew you had a thing for him. Look at it this way. The worst thing that can happen is you get to watch him work out with his shirt off all day." "Coach," he said, "we shower together, I've seen him without a shirt. I'll like it, but the whole time I'll be wanting to touch him, just to feel his skin." "Well I can't go back on my word. If you want to bail out, I'll get on of the others, but I was looking forward to having you around tomorrow. I've had you on varsity for all three years I have been at this school. I'll miss having you around after the season ends and you head off to college." "No, I'll do it," Brandon said, "but you owe me." I laughed and agreed and soon we were out of the building and I went home to spend my last night at the apartment. The alarm clock blared: 6:30 a.m. I showered and headed to practice. It was a quick practice and by 9:30, we were done. I locked up the office and put the equipment away while most of the team showered and took off. I headed back to my office, but neither Brandon nor Bobby were there. I walked toward the locker room and I could still hear the showers on. As I turned the corner into the lockers, I looked up to see Brandon quickly exiting the showers with a full hardon. The showers were still going and Bobby's locker was still open, so I guess Bobby was still in there. Obviously, Brandon had sprung wood and tried to make a quick exit before Bobby noticed. I had seen Brandon soft a few times over the years, but this was the first time I saw him with a hardon. You always wonder with a little guy, does he have a little dick? Or does he have an above average dick that ends up looking huge on his little body? Brandon's dick fit him just right. It looked to be about 5 1/2 inches long, a nice upward curve as it waved proudly at a 45 degree angle. It was about 4 inches thick. He was on the low end of average or the big side of small, depending on your perspective. He quickly covered up and started to dress. The showers turned off and I could quickly appreciate why Brandon had gone hard. Bobby exited the showers drying his hair. I guess I have never described Bobby for you. Brown hair, hazel eyes, he goes about 5'8", 135 lbs. He has almost no hair on his legs or arms, and just light tufts in his armpits. He doesn't have a hair on his abs either. Bobby isn't cut, but you can tell he is strong for a freshman. He has the kind of body, that you know if he gets into working out, he is going to shape into an amazingly sexy guy. As he dried his hair, still looking down, I caught a glimpse of a man sized cock on his freshmen body. He hung about 5 inches flaccid and it was thick. I've seen a lot of players come and go through the last three years, but I don't think I have seen a freshman with this much soft meat before. Now I was getting hard. I hollered at them to dress and let's get to work. Three minutes later, my hardon was subsiding when Brandon and Bobby came into the hall. We locked up and jumped into my car to head to my apartment. I had picked up the U-Haul last night and it was ready for loading. Opening the door to my apartment, I think both boys nearly quit when they saw the number of boxes. But they dutifully went to work and before long, we had all three worked up a sweat. Brandon was the first to peel of his shirt. I sure didn't complain, because I would get a free look at his six pack and perfect happy trail. God what I wouldn't give to nibble on those little hairs and tongue his bellybutton. On the next trip out, Bobby took off his shirt, and I had to appreciate how the work had swollen him up a little. I caught Brandon stealing more than his share of looks as well. By 2 p.m. we had everything loaded. That done, I locked the apartment for the last time and with two sweaty boys, climbed into the UHaul. "You ride bitch," Brandon instructed Bobby, who climbed into the middle without protest. I have to say, feeling Bobby's skin against my arms and legs was heavenly. Smooth and hairless, his skin just flowed over me. Brandon looked to be leaning against him from the other side. As we wound through the streets, Bobby commented "You must live close to me, coach" "Really?" I asked innocently. I hadn't told either player where I was moving to. As we continued to turn, Bobby kept commenting how close I lived to him. When we finally turned onto his street, toward the house with the sold sign, Bobby finally put two and two together and bubbled over. "Oh my god, coach, I live four houses over from you. This is so cool." "Wow, that's a coincidence, isn't it," I replied, knowing that this was no coincidence at all. Well we all got to work unloading and it wasn't long before we had the furniture in. Next up was the boxes. "How bout a break?" I asked reaching into my cooler for some Gatorades. The boys eagerly accepted them and went into the house to get out of the sun. I rearranged a few of the boxes and then followed them in and found Brandon standing by the kitchen counter. "Where's Bobby?" I asked. Brandon laughed and pointed to the living room where I saw Bobby lying on the couch, eyes closed. "You're kidding me, right?" I asked. "He came in flopped down and was out" Brandon said, then added "where's the bathroom?" I pointed him down the hall to the front guest bathroom. He walked off and I went back to the truck. I noticed the mailman pulling away, and even though I knew nobody would send me mail yet, I went up to check. My house is down a slight incline from the street. As I reached the street, I took a step back to survey my new home. It was then, from an angle, that I noticed the Brandon was clearly visible through the bathroom window. The old owner had taken all the curtains and blinds, and we obviously hadn't put any up yet. Brandon obviously didn't think about it, because there on the toilet, he was stroking up and down his hard cock. His abs were tensed and his head leaned back, his hair flowing backward as he deliberately caressed and stroked his hard tool. His left hand moved down to cup and fondle his balls as his right hand continued to pace his pleasure. I saw him bring his right hand up and spit on his hand before he returned to stroking at a faster pace. I saw him glance to his right, apparently making sure he had locked the door as he started to beat off even faster. His left hand moved up now, pinching his nipples. Right hand stroked over and over, practically flying now. His head jerked back and his mouth opened as he started to thrust his hips up slightly. I could see one solid stream shoot out and onto his chest. He opened his eyes up and quickly realized as I did that there was no toilet paper in the house yet! I watched, spellbound as he lightly rubbed his cum into his skin then wiped his hands on his shorts. As he started to pull his shorts up, I headed back to the house, walking in as he returned to the kitchen. There was a noticeable lump in my shorts, which I pushed down the leg of the shorts to try to hide. "Wake up the lazyass," I said as Brandon headed over to get Bobby. We finished a couple hours later and while the house was a complete mess, the UHaul was empty. I was almost 6 p.m. and I asked the guys if they wanted to grab a pizza. Bobby said he had to get home and took off down the street. We said goodbye and Brandon said he was starved. I told him we'd grab a pizza then head back to my apartment to get my car. He would follow me to the UHaul place, then I'd get him back to school so he could get his car and head home. He pulled out his cell phone and called his mom to tell her he would be home in a couple hours. As I pulled the UHaul out of the driveway, I glanced over at Brandon and said, "I better get some curtains up, you can see right into the bathroom from the street." Brandon immediately turn the deepest red I have ever seen on a kid. His fair skin really highlighted the blush. He looked at me to try to figure out what I knew. "Relax, Brandon," I said, "I saw you when I went up to the mailbox. I'm just giving you a little shit. Although I should be pissed that you had an orgasm in my new house before I did!" Brandon laughed slightly and said, "I'm so embarrassed." "Why?" I asked, "cuz I know you jerk off? That's only every guy aged 13 to 80. I can promise you, when I get home tonight, I am gonna get a good jerk in." Brandon looked at me a little disbelieving. I glanced over and I'll be damned if he didn't have a little hard on starting back. I adjusted myself again. If he only know how those images of him jerking off were burned into my mind. Finally, my sheer lust overcame my good sense. I pulled the truck over to the side of the road. "Why are we stopping?" Brandon asked. "Look Brandon, the reason I didn't freak about what you said about Bobby is that I'm gay too. Nobody knows, you can guess why. But I've been gay and hiding it since I was 14. I don't want you to feel alone in this. I'm not a great role model, hiding like I do, but I do understand exactly what you are going through." Brandon just looked stunned. "Are you serious?" he asked. "I just put my job in jeopardy just by mentioning it," I replied, "what do you think?" "So when you were watching me?" he asked haltingly. "I was turned on yeah, it was one of the hottest jerk offs I have ever seen. And you are an amazing looking guy. If I was 18, I'd be all over you, if you would have me." "I would, believe me," Brandon answered. "Well, thanks" I smiled. This was more than a bit awkward. It only got worse when Brandon leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. I pulled back a little shocked. "Brandon, we can't I really would lose my job. Even though your eighteen, we can't mess around." Brandon looked at me pleadingly. "Come on," he said, "I just want to try it." I let him lean back in and kiss me. I was a tender loving kiss and I didn't argue when he leaned in again. I let my tongue part his lips and do a moist loving dance with his tasty tongue. My hand moved to his leg and he moaned slightly as I felt down his inner thigh. His fine hairs parted in my fingers as I reached his open shorts leg and went up his boxers, lightly stroking his balls. He shivered against me as we finally broke our kiss. He was fully hard in his shorts and I stroked him through the cloth as he began to breathe heavily. "We have to be fast," I whispered urgently as he slid his shorts and boxers below his butt, giving me a full unfettered view of his hard cock. I fingered his slightly coarse pubes. "It's gonna be fast, don't worry," he answered. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke it. He was leaking clear viscous precum already. I rolled my hand over the head of his cock coating the palm with his precum. The slick fluid let me glide over his dick as he began to thrust up into my hand. I could feel his cock pulse with each stroke. I swear I could feel every little vein on my palm as I gave all 5 ½ inches continuous friction. He gasped that he was close. I sped up a bit, paying special attention to the head and corona as he fucked my palm more urgently. In seconds, three small blasts shot out of his cock, landing all over my hand. I wiped it on his shorts and leaned forward as we held a minute long kiss on the side streets. Thank god this was a quiet neighborhood with no traffic. "Thanks, coach," Brandon said, "do you want me to do you?" "No time," I answered, "as I shifted the truck back in gear. But I'll pretend its you tonight when I get home." - - - - That's the end of Chapter 2. Where will this go? I love e-mails and I read them all.