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by Jeff Allen
I didn't have much time to think about my budding relationship with Robert over the next two weeks. Starting school and getting the team ready for the first match took all of my time and attention. Maybe I was avoiding the issue.
We did talk on the phone every night. There was a new sense of freedom in our conversations now that I knew he was gay. I thoroughly enjoyed having another adult gay male to talk with. It's not that I didn't enjoy talking with my guys, but the truly mature conversation was especially nice.
The guys kept asking when Robert and I were going to get together again. In truth, nothing really happened that night at Robert's house. We had fallen asleep. It had been comfortable and peaceful in his arms. I was looking forward to being with him when I wasn't so tired.
Robert had some business commitments that kept him busy during most of August. When Labor Day Weekend came around we arranged for Robert and Tyrone to spend the weekend out at the house. Elena was going to be entertaining a guest. She wouldn't say who the guest was, but it was clear she was looking forward to the occasion.
The football game Friday
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They all revived as soon as we pulled into the driveway. Wide awake again after their naps in the car, they decided to hit the pool for a midnight swim.
Robert and I headed for bed.
Before when Robert and Tyrone had stayed over, either he or I slept on the couch in the living room. Usually it was me because Robert was so tall he didn't fit comfortably on the couch. This time there was no question where we were spending the night. I peed, showered, and brushed my teeth first. I was almost asleep when Robert emerged from the bathroom. The sight of his long body and semi erect cock woke me up.
We lay side by side exploring each other with our hands. Our kisses and caresses were electrifying, but it was the moonlight reflecting from his dark eyes that really got me going. The man did have beautiful eyes! Our hands began to move faster. His cock was longer and thicker than mine. I used my thumb to spread his precum around the sensitive head emerging from the foreskin. He moaned with pleasure. He rolled me over on my back and swallowed my hard dick in one gulp. He came off my dick and moved to my balls taking first one and then the other into his mouth and gently rolling them around. He moved to the area below my balls, and I raised my legs to give him better access.
The phone rang.
We ignored it.
His tongue found my asshole. I squirmed in pleasure as he moved his tongue in and out of my hole. I hadn't been fucked in nearly a year, and I'd never been fucked with a weapon as big as Robert's. None of that mattered. I wanted him inside me.
I fumbled in the nightstand and found the lube as he continued to loosen my hole with his tongue. I placed the lube in his hand. His dark eyes locked onto mine again. This was going to be a night to remember!
It was . . . but not for that reason.
Just after Robert lubed up his cock there was a knock on my bedroom door and Trey's voice cut through our passion, "Parker, it's Sheriff Stuart on the phone. He says it's important."
Robert groaned and rolled away from me as I reached for the phone.
"Yes?" I'm sure I didn't sound too pleased with the interruption.
"Coach, this is Red Stuart. I'm sorry to call this late, but I've got a problem involving one of your soccer guys."
I sat up. "What's the problem, and who's the guy?"
"It's Rashod Roberts. His father's the minister at A.M.E. Zion church here in town. It seems that Rashod had been checking out some gay-oriented web sites and didn't erase the history on his computer. There was a lot of yelling, and the neighbors called in a complaint. There wasn't any violence, but I think it would be best if Rashod and his father were separated for a few days. Can he stay with you?"
"Thanks. I knew I could count on you. We don't really have temporary shelters for teenagers in this county, and the gay issue might be a problem in a couple of the foster homes. I think Rashod needs a lot of love and acceptance right now. He'll get that with you and your guys. I'll have him out at your place in ten minutes."
"Ah, Sheriff, how did you know?"
He laughed. "Coach, I may be a country boy, but I didn't get to be sheriff of this county by being a dumb country boy. Don't worry. I think you're one heck of a man. You've turned our school soccer program around; the guys on the team all respect you. Hell, my grandson thinks you hung the moon. If that weren't enough for me, you've opened your heart and made a home for your nephew and Isaac South. You've also given more love and parental support to the two Ladd brothers than they ever got from their own parents. I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
"We'll be waiting. Thanks, Sheriff."
I put the phone down and lay back on the bed. Robert was propped up on his elbow looking at me in the dark.
"I heard some of the conversation."
"The sheriff's bringing Rashod Roberts out here in a few minutes. He'll be staying here for at least a few days."
"I'd better go home."
"No! I want you to stay. Rashod's father got upset because Rashod had been checking out gay web sites. It might do him some good to see that being gay isn't the same as what he's likely seen on the web. Come on, we need to let the guys know we're going to have company."
Everyone including Mutt was waiting in the kitchen when the Sheriff's car came to a stop in the driveway.
I opened the door. Red Stuart and Rashod came in. The Sheriff nodded to the guys and shook Robert's hand. Rashod's eyes were red from crying, and judging from his body language he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.
I pulled him into a hug. "It's okay now, Rashod. Don't be afraid. I know it's been a tough night for you, but everyone here is your friend."
He buried his face in my chest. I could feel him crying.
Sheriff Stuart spoke. "Thanks for agreeing to let Rashod stay with you for a while. I know he'll get support and affirmation from all of you. I think he needs a lot of that right now. His father will probably come around in a couple of days, but until he does Rashod should stay out here. I'll check with the Reverend and Mrs. Roberts tomorrow about picking up some of Rashod's clothes."
Rashod pulled his face away from my chest to say, "Please make sure I get my violin. I need to practice."
Red Stuart patted the youngster's shoulder, "I'll make sure you get that fiddle, son. Now if you all will excuse me, I need to get going."
The Sheriff made his good-byes and headed out the door.
I took Rashod by the shoulders and headed toward the living room. Over my shoulder I called back to the kitchen. "Rashod and I are going to talk for a couple of minutes. Why don't you guys make some snacks."
I sat on the couch and pulled Rashod down next to me. I angled my body to look him in the eyes. "Sheriff Stuart told me that you and your dad had an argument because of some gay-oriented things you had looked at on the Internet. It doesn't matter to anyone here if you're gay or straight and just curious. I suppose it's common knowledge at school that Trey, TJ, Isaac, and Tyrone are all gay. If you're not sure about whether you're gay or straight, they'd be great guys to talk with. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need.
"We don't have a lot of rules around here. We all have household jobs to do. If you're here more than a couple of days, we'll work you into the job schedule and the guys will show you what needs to be done.
"We treat each other with respect just like we do on the soccer team. That doesn't mean the guys don't get angry with one another from time to time, but they talk it out. We don't pry. You don't have to tell us anything you don't want to. At the same time, when someone tells you something in confidence, we keep that confidence.
"You'll be sleeping upstairs with the rest of the guys. I know they've fooled around with each other, but no one is going to ask you or force you to do anything you don't want to do. Just say `no' or leave the room. They'll respect your wishes, and they won't make fun of you for it. Do you understand?"
"Do you want to talk about what happened at home?"
I thought he might start crying again, but he pulled himself together and answered, "Not right now."
"Okay. If and when you want to talk, you can talk to me or any of the guys. We're all here to help you get through this. Okay?"
"Good. Let's go get something to eat. The guys will show you where everything is upstairs. I'm sure you all will stay up for a while talking, but Robert and I are going to go to bed. We usually get up and run on Saturday mornings, but I don't think that's going to happen tomorrow."
I pulled him into a shoulder hug and steered him back toward the kitchen. He wiped his eyes quickly before we left the living room.
I told the guys to take care of Rashod before Robert and I left.
Back in the bedroom we stripped off our clothes and climbed back into the bed. He folded his lanky naked body around mine and kissed me gently.
"I think we need to just go to sleep."
"You're right. I'm exhausted. I hadn't thought about having another guy living out here, but I'm glad the sheriff thought about us when Rashod got into trouble."
"He looked pretty scared when he came in the door. I'll bet by tomorrow morning Trey and TJ have worked their magic and he's a smiling, happy kid again."
He pulled me closer. I could feel his semi hard dick pressing into my ass, but I was too tired to care or respond.
I woke the next morning, went to the bathroom, peed, pulled on a pair of running shorts, and headed into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Once the necessity of caffeine was completed, curiosity got the better of me.
I quietly went upstairs to check on the guys.
They were all sleeping in Trey's room. Trey and TJ were on the bed with Rashod between them. Tyrone and Isaac were curled together on the floor with Mutt at their feet. Covers were pulled down enough that I could tell everyone was naked, and I could see ample evidence of morning erections. Mutt raised her head to look at me, wagged her tail, and then put her head back down on Isaac's foot. I went back downstairs as quietly as possible.
Robert was standing naked in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee for me.
"Drink some coffee and come back to bed. There're some things I didn't get to do to you last night."
I took one long look at his sexy body and said to hell with the coffee.
After lots of kissing and touching he opened me up with a well-lubed finger and then held my legs apart as he slid his ample cock into my waiting hole. I'd been worried about being able to take his size. I shouldn't have worried. There was a little discomfort, but he looked at me with those amazing brown eyes while he fucked me. He could have put a tree trunk up there, and I would have taken it.
Just when I thought I was about to cum, he pulled out. Suddenly empty, I looked to him for an explanation. Before I could protest the loss of his dick inside me, he straddled me, grabbed my throbbing dick, and guided me into his hole. He was already lubed. I don't know when he managed to do that. He sat down, and I was buried inside him. He moved his hips a few times. That's all it took. I came hard inside him. I grabbed his manhood and started jacking. He exploded all over my stomach and chest.
Totally spent we rolled over onto our sides.
He kissed me. "I've wanted to do that for a year. It was better than I dreamed."
"Let's hear it for versatility."
Soon after Tyrone and I became boyfriends we had a long, serious talk about boundaries. We really liked each other, but we weren't ready to give up the possibility of sex with other guys. We even went through all of the guys on the soccer team and at school that we thought were hot. We found that we had very similar opinions in the `who's hot' department.
We both drooled over Trey and TJ. Of course we had the opportunity to play around with them a lot. However, all we ever did with Trey and TJ was just mutual jacking or the occasional blowjob. They weren't into anal sex, and Tyrone and I had decided that was the one area that would be strictly exclusive between the two of us.
Jonathan Pittman was another on our mutual hottie list. I told Tyrone about Jonathan's humping me in his sleep when we were on the college tour earlier in the summer. We weren't sure if Jonathan was straight, bi, or gay; we just wanted to be at the head of the line if he ever decided to explore male-to-male sex.
Elijah Baker and Caleb Stuart were two other guys we both agreed were darned hot. We also agreed they were hopelessly straight.
Speaking of straight and hot, TJ's brother, Ryan, was also on our mutual hot list. Unfortunately he was also straight, and even more unfortunately he'd been sent off to some military school by his mother. We all got letters from Ryan. He was adjusting to life at the military school, and had made a couple of friends there, but it was also clear that he really missed all the folks in Carterville, especially his brother.
There were two freshmen on the soccer team that both Tyrone and I thought had some real possibilities for the future. They were Ske Takamachi and Rashod Roberts. Both guys had really great bodies. Rashod had one of the thickest dicks I'd ever seen, and despite everything you hear about Asian guys having smaller packages Ske's dick was at least as big as mine although not as big as Trey's, TJ's, or Ryan's.
The Friday of Labor Day Weekend, Tyrone's dad took all of us down to the football game in his big Escalade. All us guys were excited because Robert was going to stay out at the house with Coach. They'd been trying to get together for a couple of weeks, but their schedules just hadn't matched. Tyrone was really happy about it because he knew how much his dad liked Coach, and he wanted his dad to be happy. That was good `cause I hoped that Coach would be happy too. He sure deserved it.
When we got back to the house, Robert and Coach disappeared into Coach's bedroom. We all went for a short swim. Someone suggested that we listen outside their door, but that idea was nixed in a hurry so we all went upstairs. There're two bedrooms upstairs in our house. One is Trey's...and TJ's too now that TJ has been living with us full time. The other is mine.
The four of us talked for a while in Trey's room before Tyrone started sending out signals that he wanted us to go into my room and get real friendly. Just as we were getting ready to leave, the phone rang. TJ answered it because Ryan sometimes called late in the evenings.
It wasn't Ryan.
It was Sheriff Stuart, and he wanted to talk with Coach.
Trey went down to get Coach on the phone and a few minutes later Coach called all of us down to the kitchen. He told us that Rashod Roberts and his father had gotten into a huge argument. The cops had been called, and the bottom line was that the Sheriff thought it would be better for Rashod to come stay with us for a few days until his father cooled off.
Man, Rashod looked like he'd been through the ringer. My heart melted for the guy. TJ and I knew what it was like to have problems with parents. Mine had been just about the worst. TJ's step mom was one royal bitch, but at least she hadn't been physically abusive and forced him into prostitution like my folks.
Coach gave us instructions to fix some snacks while he took Rashod out into the living room. We could see them sitting on the couch and talking while we made nachos and gathered soft drinks.
When Coach and Rashod came back into the kitchen after their talk, it looked like Rashod had been crying again. Coach announced that he and Robert were going back to bed and left.
I went over to Rashod and gave him a hug. "I know what it's like to have your life turned upside down. So does Trey. We're here for you, man."
"Thanks." He sniffed a little.
Trey came over and joined us in the hug. "Come on, Rashod, we'll show you where everything is upstairs."
We took all the food and drinks up to Trey's room. The first thing we did when we got upstairs was strip down to our underwear. We never wore clothes upstairs. Most of the time we were naked or in just our shorts. I thought Rashod's eyes were going to pop out of his head. TJ explained things to him, and Rashod stripped down to his boxers. The poor guy may have had a rough time with his dad that night, but that didn't keep him from showing some serious chubbing in his boxers. I could sympathize with him. The first month I lived with Coach, I was half hard all of the time because Trey, TJ, and Ryan were always running around buck-naked or in their boxer shorts.
We all started talking with Rashod about why we all came to be living with Coach.
Trey told Rashod about his parents being killed in a
landslide out in
After hearing our stories, Rashod opened up and told us about why his dad threw him out of the house. We made it plain to him that we were all gay, so he didn't have to worry about being accepted in the house.
It must have been close to three a.m. when we finally wound down the talking. Rashod was the first to yawn. That started the rest of us going. We all used the john and brushed our teeth. Trey found a new toothbrush for Rashod. Tyrone and I spread our blankets and pillows out on the floor next to Trey's bed. Everyone shucked off their underwear. Rashod hesitated for just a second or two before following suit. Trey and TJ put Rashod in the bed between them. We were all asleep within a matter of minutes. It had been a long day and even longer night.
We all woke up around the same time the next morning. It was a lot later than our normal time so I figured Coach had let us sleep in and we were going to skip our normal morning run. I took Mutt downstairs so she could go outside and do her morning business. When I got back upstairs, the shower was running and everyone else was already in it. I joined them. Showers at Coach's house were always joint efforts and often lots of sexy fun.
I have to explain. The shower upstairs at our house was made for three people, but there was room for more if you didn't mind being "friendly." It was normal for all of us to wash each other, and that often turned into a group j.o. session or a couple of blow jobs. That morning Rashod was standing in the center of the shower while Tyrone and TJ soaped up his entire body. Rashod's dick was rock hard and sticking straight out from his body. It was a darned respectable dick for an adult let alone for a fourteen-year-old. Rashod's eyes were closed, and I could tell from his breathing that he was going to climax soon. I took his soapy dick in my hand and started moving his foreskin up and down over the head. Trey moved in behind and started rubbing his hard prick up and down in the cleft between Rashod's ass cheeks.
Rashod's body tensed. With a loud grunt he shot one of the biggest loads I'd ever seen. A lot of it landed on my stomach because I'd been standing so close while I jacked him.
We steered Rashod over to one of the showerheads so he could rinse off the soap and cum. While he recovered from his first group sex experience, the rest of us took care of our business. Trey and TJ individually jacked themselves to organism. Tyrone and I shared a long kiss while we jacked each other.
When everyone was drying off, Rashod said his first words of the morning. "You know, I think I'm going to like it here."
We all cracked up.
(To be continued)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many of the characters who play parts in this story were previously introduced in either "When Love Comes" (last posted in the College section on Sept. 6, 2001) or "Love of a Lifetime" (last posted in the College section on May 19, 2003). While not necessary, readers may find it useful to read the two earlier stories posted on this site. Both previous stories are also posted at www.crvboy.com.
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