Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2019 20:20:43 -0400
From: Jonathan <tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbors helping neighbors (Athletics)

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Neighbors Helping Neighbors by Jonathan Perkins
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NEIGHBORS HELPING NEIGHBORS


	My name is Ed Dawson. I taught history and coached football at a
small town high school until I took early retirement at age 55. I wanted to
enjoy life before my wife and I grew too old. We traveled to all the places
we had talked about over the years, around the United States and through
out Europe. After five years of being on the go we decided we had seen
everything we wanted to see and would stay home and relax. I'm so glad we
traveled when we did. My wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died
7 months later. I've been alone for almost two years now and it gets lonely
at times but I still stay active being an assistant volunteer coach at the
high school. Football in the fall and weight training and conditioning the
rest of the year. Having won numerous regional and state championships,
they were glad to have me lend my knowledge and skills in support of the
team and the coaches.

	My next door neighbors had moved in shortly before their only son
was born. They were excellent neighbors and we always got along just fine,
helping each other out whenever help was needed. The father owned an
excavating business and dug the hole for our swimming pool, plowed our
driveway in the winter and anything else he could do. In return, I gave
their son Billy plenty of personal coaching, especially on football. He was
a bright and personable young man, always working to do his best at any
drill or task he was asked to do. When he reached high school he was named
quarterback of the junior varsity team. When his teammates found out that
he was getting personal training from the 'great Coach Dawson', they would
all want to come over to Billy's house and practice with him (and me) when
they weren't at regulation practices. Billy became the most popular boy in
school, the teammates got some good direction and I was always kept busy so
I didn't dwell on my wife's early death.

	In early July of the summer between Billy's freshman and sophomore
year, the team coach called Billy and informed him that with their regular
quarterback having graduated, the team took a vote and wanted Billy as the
new team QB on the varsity team. He was honored but humble enough to turn
it down to give another deserving upperclassman an opportunity to fill the
spot. The following day the majority of the team showed up at Billy's house
to convince him to take the position.

	"Look, Billy, I was supposed to be the QB next year, my senior
year. I'm ok, but no where's near as good as you are. I rather be a backup
QB and have a winning season than be the starter and have a mediocre year"
Brian explained. The rest of the team nodded and shouted their agreement.

	"Thanks Brian, but I've only played JV and that's a lot different
then varsity"

	"Well, we've got all summer to get you ready. Maybe we can get your
neighbor, Coach Dawson to help us. You've got a big back yard, plenty of
room for practices."

	"I'll ask him, but I not sure I want to impose on him and take up
his whole summer."

	Billy came over to my house that afternoon. I could tell there was
something on his mind by the way he was fidgeting and making small talk. I
finally asked him what was on his mind.

	"Coach, I've been asked to be QB for the varsity team next year. I
don't think I'm ready and thought the position should go to an
upperclassman so I turned it down. This morning most of the team showed up
at my house to plead with me to reconsider. They even said they would work
with me all summer to get me ready for our first game. They wondered if you
would help out and coach us. We'd be practicing in my back yard so you
wouldn't have to travel. I know this is an imposition and I don't want to
take up your whole summer."

	"Oh, so that's what that gathering of players was at your house
this morning. You should be honored to have that kind of support from your
teammates. I did have plans for this summer; sit around sweating and
drinking too much beer," Coach laughed. "But your idea sounds much better.
I only have two conditions. One, I have to clear it with your regular
coaches and get a game plan of what they want me to concentrate on. I don't
want to be seen as stepping on their toes or overstepping my position as a
volunteer. Second, I don't want the boys to lose all of their summer so
this will be strictly voluntary, three days a week, Monday, Wednesday and
Friday. And if any of the boys only want to do one or two days that is
fine. Also if they only come for a week or two or three, that's fine as
well. Agreed?"

	"Totally! The team will be hyped when I tell them. They'll want to
start tomorrow I'm sure"

	"Ok, but let me check with your coaches before you say anything. If
they'd prefer I not do this I don't want them to resent their coaches
decision."

	Billy went bouncing out of the house. I knew he couldn't wait to
tell his teammates so I better make the call. I reached the head coach and
explained to him the team's proposal.

"Coach Dawson, I think it was a bit much for the boys to ask that much of
you. That's a big commitment for a retired man."

"But it's better than me sitting around growing old. I would consider it
for the team anyway but for Billy, I'd do it without giving it a second
thought. But if you don't want me interfering in your program I fully
understand. I'll tell the boys I'm honored they asked but I can't commit to
it."

"The team asked Billy to be our QB because he is the best man for the job.
And they have asked you to coach them because you are the best coach this
high school has ever had, or will have. If you seriously want to take this
on, I and the rest of the coaching staff will be behind you 110%. I'll even
break out the uniforms and any equipment you might need to work with them."

"Great. I'd like to sit down with all of you and just go over some ideas
for the drills and priorities that I have in mind. One of my conditions for
me to do this was that I got your approval. The other condition is that
this is strictly voluntary on the boys part so they don't get sour on the
game or loose their entire summer."

I hung up the phone and called Billy's house. He answered on the second
ring, all excited to hear the good news.

"I spoke to your head coach and I have some bad news for you." There was
dead on the phone. "I have to meet with your coaches later this week to go
over our plans for the summer so we can't start training until next week."

The phone went clunk as it hit the floor. Seconds later my back door burst
open and Billy ran in and gave me a tight hug.  "Coach, you are the best! I
don't know how I'll ever thank you but I'll find a way! I have to go call
the rest of the team."

And with that he ran out slamming the door behind him. I chuckled to myself
at his enthusiasm and it made me feel the best I've felt in a long time.

The meeting went very well with the coaches. We came up with a plan for the
summer. I told them they were welcome to come out any time and see how
things were progressing or even stay and help. I would be reporting to them
on our progress and anything I noticed that might need more work when the
season started. The majority of the team showed up the first Monday to
start the practice. Billy already had a roster of who had signed up. Some
weren't there on Monday because of other commitments. And some couldn't
make some of the other days. I told them that was fine as that was one of
the conditions we do this. We worked from 9 until noon and knocked off
before the afternoon sun got too hot. Billy was going to make an excellent
QB. We seemed to be a born leader on the field. When a play went right he
wouldn't take credit for himself but rather acknowledge the other players
instrumental in the play. If he messed up, he was first to admit to it. If
one of the other players messed up, he would stop and discuss what went
wrong so they wouldn't repeat the mistake. Then they'd run the play again
to get it right. He was doing more coaching then I was. I was only giving
guidance most of the time, with some occasional advice on how to improve a
particular play of to introduce a trick play or two here and there. This
team was really coming together under Billy's leadership. After the
practice ended Billy and I and some of the team would come over to my house
for a cool drink, a snack and sometimes a dip in the pool.

"Billy, you're doing a great job bringing this team together. You're a born
leader."

"Football is a team sport, Coach. My father taught me all about team play
years ago. He started his business right out of high school with an old
beat up backhoe and a broken down dump truck. His hard work paid off and he
was able to upgrade his equipment and hire employees. He said everyone at
his company has a job. His is to bring in work, collect the money due and
pay the bills on time. The operators have to get the work done correctly
and in a timely fashion. The mechanics have to keep the equipment in good
repair. If Dad doesn't bring in work or deal with cash flow, there will be
any work for the guys. If the work is not done properly and on time, work
will stop coming in. If the equipment is not in good repair, breakdowns
will cost time and money. And it's that way on the field. I only throw the
ball. If the line can't hold the defense, I get sacked. If the receivers
can't get open, I have no one to throw the ball to. So I have to select a
play that will let everyone do their job the best they can."

"You father has taught you well. Whether on the field or in life, you're
going to make your mark."

The practices were going great. The coaching staff came over a few times
and watched and then came back to my house for a few beers. A few of the
boys would go back to Billy's house after our noon snack and run through
some more drills on their own. The dedication and hard work these boys were
putting in was inspiring. I was sitting by the pool late afternoon drinking
my fourth beer. Some of the boys had stayed on and were practicing kicking
field goals. I went in the house to take a piss and heard a bang and the
crash of broken glass. I came out and saw the football had careened over
the fence and landed on my patio table, smashing my beer stein. The stein
was an authentic hand made German stein my late wife had bought me when we
were in Germany. It was thick and had the traditional flip lid so my beer
always stayed cold to the last drop. But more importantly, I thought of my
wife every time I used it. The boys came running into the pool area to see
what the football had hit. Billy saw the broken stein and the tears welling
up in my eyes and knew what the loss of that stein meant to me.

"I'm sorry, Coach, I was the one who kicked the football" Kevin confessed.

"No, it's my fault, Coach. We should have been more careful," Billy added.

I had to do something before I completely broke down in tears and made
these boys feel worse than they already do.

"It was an accident. It was nobody's fault" They just hung their heads and
looked at the ground. "But it's everyone's fault! Who the hell would ever
let Kevin try and kick a field goal? If he tried to kick the ball from the
ten yard line he'd still kick it off the sidelines!" I chuckled as I said
it.

The boys all looked up in shock. Was I really blaming them all in anger or
was I letting them off the hook.

"It was my favorite beer glass and it had fond memories attached to it. But
I still have the memories. And I know it wasn't done out of carelessness or
thoughtfulness. Let's get the ball out of the pool before it gets ruined."

I grabbed the pool net and reach out to retrieve the ball. I leaned a
little too far and after having four beers I lost my balance and fell in
the pool. Billy and the other three boys jumped in the pool to grab me.

"I know you guys are a team but the only time four guys should be trying to
grab at a football is it's a fumbled ball."

That broke the tension and Kevin swam to get the ball. I could reach the
bottom so I grabbed the nearest boy and dunked him under. That led to
complete bedlam as the horseplay broke out. Kevin went to the side of the
pool to get out and dry off the ball. He pushed himself up on the pool wall
and as he did his athletic shorts was dragged down by the weight of the
water in them. Buy the time he was out of the pool his shorts were almost
to the bottom of his ass. The catcalls and comments about his butt crack
got everyone going.

"New name for Kevin is Bobby Buttcrack!"

"Ya, you'd love to stick your tongue in that buttcrack and lick it!" Kevin
shot back.

"That could only happen because you're bending over to suck Brian's dick!"

And so it went. As they were throwing insults to each other and rough
housing I notice a distinct bulge developing in each of their shorts. The
material of the shorts was thin cotton and now that it was wet it left
little to the imagination as to what was under them; stiffening teenage
cocks. When Kevin dried off the football and dove back into the pool, his
shorts came off completely. The teasing started again so Kevin swam around
and pulled off everyone shorts, one by one. Now there were four muscular,
well built tanned teenagers swimming naked in my pool in various states of
erection. I felt my own cock stir so I swam to the shallow end of the pool
so I could sit on the steps in to the pool and hide my growing cock. They
splashed and played grab ass for about a half-hour and then got out to dry
off. No one seemed to be in a big rush to put their shorts back on, and I
was bewildered by my fascination with watching their cocks swinging around
as they dried off. One was uncut, a couple were straight out in front of
them, one was tight up against the boys stomach and one was pointed down
with a distinct curve to the left. I had never gotten chubbed up in all my
years coaching at seeing the boys naked. Was it the fact that they were
hard, or was it the beer, or was it lack of any sexual release since my
wife's passing other than the occasional jerk off session? What ever it
was, it wasn't going away any time soon. The boys started to pick up the
pieces of the broken stein but I told them to leave it. I didn't want any
of them getting cut. They all apologized again and then headed back to
Billy's house. I heard their cars start and drive off. It was safe to get
out of the pool with my cock straining in my shorts, making a huge tent. As
I got out of the pool I reached inside my shorts and gave my cock a few
tugs. Dam, that felt good. I went over to start picking up the pieces of
the stein and then was planning to sit back in my lounge chair and stroke
my cock to completion. As I lay back in my lounger, I pulled my shorts
down, closed my eyes and slowly started stroking, thinking about how just a
few minutes before they had been four naked boys and stiff cocks in my
pool. I could feel my balls tighten and my breath getting shorter and
quicker. I was just about to shoot my load when I heard a noise that broke
my concentration.

"Coach?" Billy said quietly.

I was so startled I stopped in mid stroke and lost my momentum towards my
orgasm. In my state of shock and surprise my first response was to ask him
what he wanted, making no attempt to cover my raging hardon.

"Well, I just wanted to apologize again about the beer stein and see if
there was anything I could do to make it up to you. I didn't mean to
interrupt you" he answered with a slight grin looking down at my stiff cock
still in my hand.

At that, I looked down to where he eyes had gone and realized I was lying
there with my shorts still around my ankles and my hard cock twitching in
anticipation of being able to release its load of cum.

	"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I sat up and reached down to pull up my
shorts. Scurrying to get the wet shorts up only tangled them and hindered
the process. As I pulled them over my hips I had to grab my cock and try
and put it inside the waistband. It still was standing straight up making a
very obvious tent. "Damn, Billy, I didn't mean for you to see that. I'm
sorry."

"No worries Coach, I think all of the guys are going home to do the same
thing after the boner party in the pool. They were all laughing and joking
before they left that you were the only one without a boner and we should
have pulled your shorts off and made you join the party. Guess you were
having a party of your own."

"To be perfectly honest with you I did have a boner and that's why I was
sitting on the steps all that time. I didn't want to be seen as a pervert
in a pool with four naked young men and every one of us sporting a hardon.
I'm just embarrassed you came back and caught me stroking. You absolutely
mustn't tell anyone about this, especially not the other guys."

"Your secret is safe with me. I'm good at keeping secrets. When I was
younger I would hear noises out here by your pool at night. I would sneak
over and peek between the boards of your old fence and see you and your
wife, both naked, with her kneeling between your legs and you with your
head back moaning softly. I had not idea what was happening until I got
older and realized she was giving you a blowjob."

"Oh my God, Billy, you never should have done that. That was something very
private between a husband and wife."

"Yes, but you two looked like you were having so much fun and it was so
hot. Sometimes I still think about that when I'm jerking off in bed at
night."

"It was fun and it was special but those days are gone now. This was the
first time I even jerked off since she passed. I have just never had the
urge since then."

"I know how I can make up the broken stein." Billy said as he came over and
kneeled in front of me. He reached up and pulled my shorts back down to my
ankles again and lowered his head towards my crotch.

"Billy, what the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him.

"Just lay back, close your eyes and think about your wife" as he reached
out and took my still stiff cock in his hand. He gave it a couple of
strokes and then lowered his mouth over the tip. There was a copious amount
of precum from my earlier stroking so he licked it all off before taking
more of my cock in his mouth. I tried to make myself stop him and to pull
out of his mouth but the feeling of a warm wet mouth on my stiff cock again
was just too much for me to bear. I put my head back, thought of my wife
and was lost in the feeling. Billy took my cock down to the base, held it
there for a few moments then started to slowly move up and down. As he
withdrew he would suck on my cock to pull against the skin, then go back
down applying pressure with his tongue to press my cock against the roof of
his mouth. I raised my head and looked down at Billy as he so expertly
performed oral sex on his Coach. He looked up at me and smiled as best he
could with my cock in his mouth. I put my hands on either side of his head
and cradled it, following his movements up and down. Thoughts of my wife
faded as my mind was now filled with the vision of this hot young QB in
kneeling before me. Once again I could feel the impending orgasm building
deep within me.

"Oh Billy, I'm going to cum. You better back off so I don't drown you with
cum."

Billy mumbled something but keep working my cock. Within seconds I was
shooting steam after stream of hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed every
drop and held my cock in his mouth until it started to soften. He would
still give it a lick with his tongue but it was so sensitive I had to pull
out.

" I hope I was good as your wife was, Coach."

"Dam, that was the best blowjob I've ever had. She was good, but you have
techniques I've never experienced. I hope you don't mind me asking but do
you do this kind of thing often? Are you gay?"

"No," laughed Billy. "Its just that being the state's number one QB, thank
you thank you no applause, I have gotten my fair share of blow jobs from
girls. And the guys all talk about what their girls do to them. And of
course, there is Internet porn. So when you add it all together, you can
come up with a pretty good game plan. Glad I could execute it for you so
well."

"You surely did. On the field, off the field or in my lap, you get the job
done and then some. But this must definitely be our secret. If this ever
got out I won't be allowed with 10 miles of the school or the football
field again. Promise?"

"Promise Coach. This is just between you and me, for your sake as well as
mine."

"Good, now get back home and get some sleep. It's late. And thank you for
everything. I'm am totally over the broken stein. That has been replaced
with something just as precious and dear to my heart." With that we both
stood up and I reached out to give Billy and strong and protracted hug. I
could feel his stiff cock pressed against me as we hugged.

"Feels like you need some help as well, Billy" I chuckled.

"Not tonight Coach, I have to get home. Hmmm, but maybe next time?"

'Next time?'  Was this the start of something?  I had to admit I did have
strong feelings for Billy but I assumed they were feelings of friendship
and stewardship towards this bright young athlete. But something sexual? As
I was throwing away the broken pieces of the stein, I thought about Billy
and how he looked in the pool and how impressive his stiff cock was. I
realized I was starting to chub up again, so soon after cumming in his
mouth. I tried to push these feelings aside and get into bed. But after
lying awake for quite a while with a growing erection, I jerked off
thinking about the erotic blowjob that Billy had given me.

	The next practice the boys were still concerned that I would be
upset. They asked Billy if everything was going to be ok. I came around the
fence about then and the boys went quiet and lowered their heads so as not
to look at me.

	"Don't worry guys, I helped Coach pick up the pieces yesterday and
everything was straightened out when I left last night" Billy reassured the
boys while giving me a wink and a smile.

	"That's right boy, this is a new day, a new practice and anyone who
breaks anything of mine today will experience a case of whoop ass like they
have never experienced before!" And then I smiled. All was good.

	Over the course of the next few practices the boys were performing
as a team like never before. I invited their coaching staff over on the
Friday practice to watch and told them I thought the boys had gone as far
as they could and should probably take the rest of the summer to relax and
enjoy themselves. The coaches agreed but the boys went into an uproar
complaining about not be able to practice. As a compromise I told them they
could come by on Wednesdays for some ongoing conditioning so they didn't
get out of shape before regular practices started. They all agreed to the
compromise. I ordered pizza for all to celebrate our final practice and
invited the coaches to stay, soda for the boys, beer for the adults. Billy
had to leave early for a dentist appointment. After the pizza was devoured
I had an idea what was coming so I had put on my tightest jock strap under
my shorts. Sure enough, the boys plotted to throw the coaches into the
pool. The others were in street clothes and made a convincing argument not
to be thrown in. But I was fair game. Everyone kept their shorts on this
time and the thoughts of the last swim gave me a hardon but was well
contained in my tight jock strap.  After about an hour we all got out and
dried off. The boys helped clean up and then went around the fence to
leave. I went in to get out of the constricting jock strap. I was naked in
my kitchen when Billy walked in.

	"I came back for the swim party but I see everyone else has
left. At least you are dressed for a dip in the pool" he smirked. "Let me
change as well" and at that pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts.

	Seeing him in all his naked glory with a semi stiff cock, mine
immediately sprang to attention.

	"Good, now I see you're ready. Last one in the pool is a limp dick"
and he ran out and dove in the pool.

	Knowing full well that I should have stopped, I was thinking with
my little head and ran after him, diving in and swimming after him. I
caught up with him just as we got to the deepest part of the pool. I
grabbed his head and gave him a strong shove down to dunk him under
water. He went deep but as he was coming back to the surface, he grabbed my
cock and gently bite down on the end of it. Surfacing he was laughing and
scolding me for dunking him.

	"Dunk me again and I'll bite it clear off" he laughed and swam
away. We rough housed and play and groped and played grab ass for a
while. Then we swam to the shallow end and just sat and talked for a while
about the summer and all we had done on the field, and off the field as
well.

	"I really want to thank you for all you done for myself and the
team this summer, Coach. As well prepared as we are now I think we have a
good shot at making the state championship game this year."

	"You boys all worked really hard this summer and especially
you. Your team will have a great season."

	"And speaking of hard . . ." Billy reached over and put his hand
around my semi stiff cock and started to stroke it slow and gently. It
immediately responded to his touch and grew stiff and straight.

	"As good as that feels, Billy, I owed you one from the last time we
were alone, remember? I won't be as good as you were but I'll do my
best. It will be my first time doing this to a guy."

	Billy smiled and moved up to the edge of the pool so his cock was
out of the water. I lowered myself into the water and swung around to face
his stiff teenage cock. I took hold of his legs and pulled myself in
between them with his cock inches away from my mouth. I was nervous, as
hell but also so horned up there was not turning back. I eased in placed my
lips on the tip of his cock, parting them as I moved further and opening my
mouth to accept his manhood. I had never felt anything like having a stiff
velvety smooth cock in my mouth. His precum tasted slightly salty but not
overwhelming. As I started moving back and forth on his cock my body was
moving back and forth as well and I was now floating on the water. The
swishing of my cock made the experience so erotic I sucked him harder and
deeper, moving my hands from his thighs to his ass and pulling him to me as
I squeezed his ass cheeks. He leaned back and supported his upper body with
his hands and thrust his hips up to meet my mouth. Billy was moaning loudly
and his breath was getting heavy. I don't know why I did it, but I moved
one hand to his ass crack and pushed a finger against his hole. He let out
a gasp and yelled.

	"Oh fuck ya, shove your finger in my ass!"

	I pushed against his tight hole and felt my finger enter his warm
sphincter. I pushed in as deep as I could reach and wiggled it around
inside him. He was pushing back against my finger and then thrusting up
into my mouth. I could feel his muscles tighten around my finger and his
body get tense.

	"Oh dam, I'm going to cum!"

	I didn't let up and continued to suck his cock as I felt his strong
spurts of cum shoot into my mouth. It was much saltier than his precum but
still very enjoyable. He emptied his load down my throat and then relaxed
and laid back on the pool edge.

	"I guess I did ok for my first guy on guy blow job, eh Billy?"

	"That was fucking awesome! I wanted to give you another blowjob but
I couldn't top what you just did to me. So I have a better idea. Let's do
another first."

	"What do you mean?"

	At that Billy rolled over on his stomach with is legs dangling in
the pool, straddling me.

	"You gave me your blow job cherry so now I want to give you my anal
cherry."

	"Are you crazy? I can't do that. That would be taking things too
far."  But the sight of his smooth bubble ass and my horny hard cock made
me think, or should I say not think, and just act on instinct.

	"Just pretend it's your wife you're fucking and enjoy yourself"

	"No, I want to enjoy fucking you, my best friend and QB. I want
this first time to be special for both of us."

	I saw a tube of sunscreen that was on the patio and reached over
for it. I squeezed some out and lubed my cock and Billy's hole with it. I
inserted a finger in his hole and began to loosen him up. As I started to
push another finger in, he protested and demanded that I just shove my cock
in him and fuck him hard. He couldn't wait any longer. With that I removed
my fingers and brought my cock to his hole.

	"I don't want to hurt you Billy. If you've never done this before
it can be quite painful I'm told."

	"I've played with my mother's dildo a few times so I know I can
take. Now fuck me, Coach."

	I pushed against his ass but it was very tight. Billy tried to
relax as much as he could and then shoved his body back against me,
impaling himself on my stiff rod. He let out a yelp of pain and neither one
of us moved. After his muscles had relaxed he started rocking back and
forth, my cock gliding in and out of him. I picked up on his rhythm and
began to slowly pump with him. I grabbed his hips so I could pull him back
tight against me as I thrust into him.

	"Fuck me harder, Coach. Slam your cock all the way in me and give
me your load of cum!"

	His ass felt so different that my wife, tighter and warmer. And the
thought of fucking this hot teenager and watching his smooth ass banging
back on my cock made holding my orgasm almost impossible. I wanted it to
last as long as I could but the inevitable happened and I began to pump my
gooey cum in his body. I thrust as deep as I could as the last bit of cum
was deposited. I slumped over his back with my cock still in him, exhausted
and totally satisfied. As my cock finally went limp it slipped out of his
ass and let my cum seep out and float in the water around us.

	"Billy, I have never felt anything like that. I don't know what to
say. I have such strong feelings right now, nothing like I've ever felt
before."

	"Yes, Coach, I know what you mean. My ass is sore but I've never
felt more complete in my life. You were awesome!"

	I swung over and sat on the steps next to Billy and he turned over
and sat up as well.

	"I honestly don't know what this all means between us or where we
go from here."

	"Well, how about another first?" Billy said as he leaned over and
kissed me on the mouth. It was a quick kiss but then he came right back for
another one and this time our lips parted and our tongues met. It lasted a
few minutes before we broke it off.

	"Dam it Billy, how many 'firsts' can you keep coming up with? NO,
don't answer that. I think I've had enough first for now."

	"Well, Coach, we could always go for seconds" he smirked.

	I gave him a hug, "I'm an old man. Are you trying to make love to
me or kill me?" I joked.

	We got out of the pool, dried off and got dressed. My mind was
reeling with all that had just happened. I was so into Billy for that
moment and having sex with him but I was still conflicted as to whether
this was a good thing to have happened or not. And where it might go or
not.

	"Well Coach, it was a hell of a summer and its going to be an even
greater fall, for the team and for us as well. I'll see you tomorrow."

	With that Billy walked to the fence and back into his own yard. I
laid on the chaise lounge and relived our 'firsts' in my mind. As I did my
cock started to stiffen again and I thought about what he said about the
fall being even greater . . . for us?