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
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.
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.