Tumbleweed
Connections, Chapter
Four
This story contains gay sex. If that repulses you, you need to
back out. And if you are a minor, you know you're not supposed to
be here. I'm supposed to tell you to go away. So go
away. There. I said it.
Copyright 2005 by the author
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From the time I drove past his street, I was gone. It was too
late for me to recover any sanity. I had the fever. I
wanted him so much.
There was no point in even pretending otherwise.
We pulled into my driveway, got out of the car, and walked toward my
door. On the way, Jared said, "I'm spending the night if it's
okay."
I swallowed hard. Shit; how could I allow that?
"I stay out all night lots of times on game nights," he said, as if
he'd read my mind. "I've never been a guy gets into much
trouble, so my parents don't give me no shit about it. Anyway,
I'm a senior. When I'm off at college they can't keep track of
me. They cut me slack. I got the cell phone if they need
me."
"Looks like you have it all thought out," I said, unlocking the front
door.
We went in and he sat down on my couch. He took off his shoes and socks
and looked at me. "I know it doesn't seem
like it," he said, "but I'm nervous as fuck. Could I have a beer?"
"Let's both have one," I said, and I went to the kitchen to fetch two.
I handed him a longneck, and watched as he drained half the
bottle.
"I've been helping Josh study," he said, easing into a subject that I
knew was on his mind. "I known him for a long time
but it's like only lately we've been gettin' close. We're in the
same math class. He needed
help. So I said I could teach him that shit easy.
"He's such a great guy," he continued. "We're getting to be real
good friends. It just sorta happened, you know? The way I
feel about him, I mean. I didn't even recognize it at first."
He started peeling the label off his beer bottle. "But
it's like we'll be studying and I'll look at him, and his face, it just
makes me ache or something. Sometimes we'll be lying on the floor
watching TV and like sometimes my leg will brush against his, you
know? And
he doesn't jump back or anything. He just leaves it there.
"I
just want to be around him all the time," he said with a sigh. " I
never want to leave
when we're hangin'. I think about him when we're not together."
I asked, "Does he think about you
like that?"
Jared was quiet for a long time. "No," he answered,
wistfully.
"Well, I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, he has a
girlfriend. But I did too."
He looked toward my window, as if he were trying to gaze into the
distance. "Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes it seems like he
could really be into it that way too. Other times I think there's
no way. I know he really likes me. He's such a good guy and
he appreciates the help in math. But it's more now. We talk
about stuff. We've talked about everything."
"Sounds like you haven't talked about this,
though," I mused.
"Maybe you need to tell him how you feel."
"I can't," he said. "I can't risk losing him as a friend.
If I tell him he may freak. He might hate me. I need him as
a friend. Maybe someday. Not now."
"I understand," I replied. "It's probably a smart decision."
We fell silent for a while. I took a deep breath and headed us
toward the next bit of conversation we needed to have.
"You know I like you, Jared," I began. "You're a great kid and
you're sexy
as hell. This is fuckin' insane, what we're doing. But if
we're
gonna be insane we better be smart
insane. We gotta talk a little about what this is all about."
He smiled. "I just need to try stuff, Coach. How can I know if
I'm gay or straight or what if I haven't done anything? I
want to do everything with
you. You're the only person I can trust with this shit. I
figured if I spent the night we could relax with it and just kind of
take our time."
He took a swig of his beer and looked at me, blushing a little.
"I'm so goddam nervous; this is all new to me. Please, Coach;
just take the lead. Teach me. You know I learn good from
you."
It was my turn to blush; and I could feel it happening. "All
right," I
said. "Based on the last time, I think you do just fine on your
own. And I guess this is just wrong, but I'm not gonna turn you
down. But you have to
promise me you'll speak up if something makes you
uncomfortable. I mean it. If you don't like it, or you
change your mind, or you just want to call the whole thing off, just
say 'stop' and that'll be the end of it."
"I totally trust you, Coach," he said. "But I'm a big boy; I can
take care of myself. And this is just about sex, okay? I
mean, I like you a whole lot. You're totally hot. But you
don't have to worry about me getting all emotional and shit." He looked
down at the floor and said, quietly, "I already got somebody puts me
there."
He locked eyes with me briefly. I saw that his were a study in
agony. He recovered quickly, though, and said, "I'm here to
learn. Teach me how to be with a guy."
"Okay," I said. I stood up and walked
toward my bedroom, and motioned for him to follow me.
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We stood facing each other at the foot of my bed. I smiled at him
and
held my hands out to him, palms up, waist-high.
He put his hands in mine, shuddering as we grasped each other's,
tightly. Slowly I pulled him closer.
I let go of his hands and put my arms around his waist. Resting
my hands on the small of his back, I pulled him into me. He put
his hands on my shoulders. He was shaking a little. I
stroked his back with a hand, and kissed him on the
cheek.
I reached down to his waist and began lifting his t-shirt up. He
raised his arms and I pulled the shirt over his head, off his arms, and
dropped it on the bed. I put my arms around him again, caressing
his bare back, and began kissing him on the cheek, the neck, the
shoulders.
He leaned in and puts his lips on mine. God, they were so soft
and sexy. We kissed like that for several minutes, slowly,
sensually; breaking contact over and over and coming back together
again. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over
me. I felt my breath get slower and deeper; from time to time it
almost seemed to me as if he'd stopped breathing altogether.
He began unbuttoning my shirt. With each button that he opened,
he kissed the newly-exposed section of my chest. At my
breastbone, I took his hands in mine, moved them away from my shirt,
and
onto my hips. I finished unbuttoning myself, dropped the shirt on
the bed, and let him pull me into him.
The heat of his chest against mine made me think of those stories of
people spontaneously combusting. Holding each
other close, we looked each other in the eye. He smiled
nervously; the only
sound in the room was that of two guys breathing.
I put my lips on his again, kissed him a few more times, then
placed my open mouth against his and thrust into his mouth with my
tongue.
He moaned, and met my tongue with his. My dick went completely
rigid and I began mouth-kissing him hard. He returned the
intensity. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me tight into
his crotch, grinding against me.
We broke off for a moment, gasping for air. I took him by the
shoulders and eased him onto my bed until he was lying on his
back. He was still shaking a little. "Just relax and enjoy the
feeling," I told him.
I began positioned myself over him and began kissing him on the neck
and shoulders again. He rubbed his hands gently all over my back,
breathing deeply, eyes closed. Occasionally he'd whisper, "Oh,
yeah."
I moved down and began kissing and licking his nipples, sucking gently,
rolling my tongue around one, then the other. He was running his
hands through my hair and moaning slightly. I moved my attention
down his sculpted abs, kissing the "happy trail" below his belly
button. When I got to the waistband of his jeans, I loosened his
belt, unbuttoned the fly, and slowly unzipped him. He peeled his
jeans off and lay back again.
I stood up and took off my jeans and boxers. "Oh, yeah," he said,
winking at me. "I'm fuckin' spending the night with that." I climbed back onto
the bed and told him, "Turn over and lie on your stomach."
"You gonna fuck me, coach?" He sounded a little uncertain.
"Not now. We got time for that, Jared," I replied. "Just
relax and trust me."
"Okay," he said. "I just...uhh, I wanted to say I cleaned up real
good back there; and then just before I left for the game, I...well, I
cleaned the insides out, you know what I mean?"
I had to laugh. "Damn, you did
think this all out."
He smiled sheepishly. "I wanted it so much. I thought I could get you to take me
home. I wanted to be ready for whatever."
I shook my head in amazement. "You played a hell of a game for
having all that in the back of your mind."
"Thanks," he said. "I told you: On the field it's all
business. I play football for Benson. When we take the
field it's all about the game. We fuckin' take the field, just like y'all
taught us. What happens off the field goes away." I
could hear the pride in his voice, even in this surreal
situation. I couldn't help but feel good about my own
role in helping shape that.
I began kissing and caressing him on the back, making my way
south. When I got to his ass, I took a cheek in each hand and
squeezed gently; then traced lightly over the terrain with two fingers.
I kissed him gently, over and over, on the butt; with my right hand I
began rubbing the split between those sweet cheeks, moving slowly
deeper, until my middle finger found his tight little entrance. I
played with him a little bit like that while I was kissing his
asscheeks. "Damn," he moaned.
After I'd been working him a little like that, I said, "Roll over." He
rolled onto his back. As he did, I took note of the angry-red
head of his hard cock. A wave of lust rolled over me.
I bent his knees and positioned my face between his legs.
Spreading them, I kissed and licked his smooth nutsack, rolling
first one ball around in my mouth, then the other, while I worked his
cock gently with my hand. His moans got louder and more intense.
I was kissing and licking him underneath his balls, and, continuing
on down, I spread his asscheeks until I found the sweet
spot. I massaged his asshole for a little bit with a finger, then
began licking at his little pucker with my tongue. He began
writhing around on the bed, muttering, "Shit! Oh, fuck, man."
I spread him apart a little wider, and thrust my tongue into his
opening, fucking him with my tongue. His reaction was
instantaneous. "Oh, sweet fuckin' jeez, Coach, that's so goddam
nasty...uhhhhh; god, it feels
so good!" He began jacking himself as I worked his asshole with
my tongue. At this rate it would be over quickly, I thought.
He realized the same thing, and before too long he said, "Wait, you
gotta stop; uhhhhhhh! Coach: Stop, man, I don't wanna blow
yet." I laughed, and eased off him. I crawled back up until
I was even with him on the bed, and
began kissing him on the lips. He pulled me tight into him and
said, "I wanna cum every which way with you, but first I want us just
to jerk each other off, okay? I want to see you cum."
I grinned. I'll bet I could give him a variation on that would
really get him off, I thought. "Okay," I said. There's some
cool things
uncut guys can do with that, you know?"
His eyes got wide. "What?" he asked. "Show me."
"Stand up with me," I said. Pulling him to a standing position at
the foot of the bed, I pulled him into me and we French kissed
passionately again for several minutes. Then, breaking our kiss,
I looked him in the eye, smiled, and, reaching down and grabbing his
dick, brought it head-to-head with mine. I stretched the
foreskin of my dick until it was covering the head of his dick, and
began sliding it up and down a little, using my skin to jerk us
both. "That's called 'docking,'" I said.
He looked at me in amazement. "Shit; that's so fuckin'
intense! It feels like I got a foreskin myself! He reached
down and took hold of our dicks. I let go and let him jack on us
for a while. The expression on his face was one of pure amazement
and lust.
He worked us for a while; occasionally he'd pull my foreskin over the
head of
his dick and just hold it there, breathing deeply. "Man....I've never done anything so
goddam sexy in my life! You're the first uncut guy I seen,
Coach. And now I got my dick inside your skin; it's like I'm
fuckin' it! Does it feel good to you?"
"It feels great," I said. "You're doing fine."
He continued to jack us, looking me in eye and moaning as he
stroked.
After a while he gasped, "I don't think I can last much longer."
I looked at him with an evil grin. "Wanna cum like this?"
"You mean, like with my dick inside your skin like that?"
"Yeah," I said. "We can blow at the same time."
"Fuck. Fuck. Oh
my god, that sounds so
dirty," he said. "Hell, yeah, let's do it."
"Let me work it, okay? I've had some practice," I said. He let go
and I placed my hands on our cocks.
Slowly I began to work us, centering my attention on the sensitive
spots. I slid the skin back and forth, never fully
breaking contact, jerking us both as we stood there dick-to-dick.
I got a pretty good rhythm going, and I tried to match my own rhythm,
and the pace of my jacking, with his moans and the sounds of his
breathing.
It wasn't too long before we were both close. Finally he inhaled
sharply; his breath caught in his chest and his muscles tensed, as he
yelled out and began firing a huge load of jizz inside my
foreskin.
That set me off. An instant later I shot off and cum pumped out of my
dick, mixing and swirling around with his. "God, that's so
fuckin' hot," he said. Look how our
cum is all joined up!" I looked down; it was a fucking
mess. But he was right; it was sexy as hell.
As my orgasm subsided, we both fell onto the bed on our backs. He
reached over to my dick and scooped up some cum with a couple of
fingers, then stuck the fingers in his mouth. I wrinkled up my
nose and said, "I can't believe you did that."
"Man, I just had to do it," he said. "I tasted my own before and
I tasted yours the other night. But I never tasted two people's cum all
mixed together!"
I laughed and said "Well, how was it?"
"Ummm..." he paused and deadpanned, "It was kinda like cum!" I
reached up and threw a pillow at him. The night was young, and so
was he, and we were just getting started.