Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 20:04:07 -0500 From: Ww Ww Subject: Coach Brown, Chapter 8 The idea for these additional chapters to my Coach Brown story came from Jack B, who made a great suggestion on which I have elaborated. The actual composition is my own. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com. This story is brought to you by Nifty, a not-for-profit entity, providing interested parties with entertainment and pleasure. If you enjoy reading Nifty, please support it. http://donate.nifty.org Coach Brown, Chapter 8 Things moved swiftly. Football season ended, the holidays came, and school was out until after the new year. I worried about how I was going to survive without the sexual release of Coach Brown or Kevin, because I was a seventeen-year old male with a perpetually hard cock. I jacked off every day, either in the shower in the morning or in the bed at night. Sometimes both in the same day. During the holidays my hand was my best friend. My second-best friend was the dildo that the Coach had given me. I was excited when Kevin called during the second week of the school break. He suggested we go for a ride. Just like me, he was crawling the walls, needing real sex. We found a secluded spot in a wooded lot. I watched with excitement as Kevin reclined his seat, undid his jeans, and pushed them down to his knees. There was a huge bulge in his underwear. Kevin slid the underwear down, revealing his large hard dick laying on his stomach. He turned and watched me do the same. Our arms crossed and take the other's cock in our hands. Staring through the windshield to the woods beyond, he said "God, I needed this." I didn't waste time to respond. I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth. Two moans were heard. Kevin moaned for the pleasure of a wet mouth on his cock. I am a true cocksucker. I moaned because I loved to have a man's big hard dick in my mouth. I sucked him and licked him, alternating between his dick and his balls. After a while, he pulled me up and said "Now some for you." He lowered his head and sucked my cock. It was wonderful. I laid back and enjoyed it and just let Kevin do it. It felt so good and I put my hand on his head, not to push him down but to just feel it go up and down, matching the pleasure of his lips on my shaft. I told him that I was coming, and asked if he wanted it. Kevin hummed back yes. I gave it to him. I could feel my dick pulsing with shot after shot. It had been over two weeks that I had anyone but myself when I achieved release. Now it was my turn to bring my friend to climax. It was a task I loved to perform. I sucked and licked and ran my tongue on all of his private parts. When it finally came, Kevin held my head with one hand and had the other hand on my back as he gave me a mouthful. It thrilled me, holding his cum in my mouth to taste it before I swallowed. When school started again, things were different. Kevin and I could not meet Coach Brown like before because the locker room and office were being used by other sports teams. Besides, the three of us were busy with new activities. The coach was the sponsor for the debate team. Kevin was playing baseball. I joined the school newspaper staff. I was pleased to see Coach Brown in the cafeteria during the second week. We talked as best we could among the crowd of students and teachers. He mentioned that we needed to meet soon to talk about football "like we use to." I told him I missed football a lot and thought about it nearly every night. Our messages to each other were clear. Several days later Kevin found me in the parking lot and said he wanted to talk. We went to the woods again and sucked each other off in his car. Afterwards, with our pants pulled back up, Kevin said, "I have a project for us." I had heard that tone in his voice twice before. The first time was when he offered me his ass in exchange for him fucking my virgin hole. The second time was proposing a three-way with the Coach provided we got to fuck him. So, I was interested in the proposal. "We are going to find Roger for the Coach." "Why?" I asked. "Roger dumped him. You saw his reaction when he told us about him. The guy did not respond when the Coach revealed his heart, and he did not answer the Coach's letter." Kevin disagreed, "Forgive Roger for not answering. We don't always say the right thing at the right time. And the letter. It could have been lost. It fell behind the sorting machine and it's still there. It was eaten by the dog. Who knows?" Then pulling a phrase from Shakespeare, Kevin said "What if this is a case of star- crossed lovers? The universe has conspired against them. We can fix it" "Forget the Lit Class. If you found him, Coach is not going to call him. The guy broke his heart." "I'm going to call him first. Feel him out," was Kevin's answer. I remained skeptical and said "Roger is probably married with three children. He does not want to talk with you about when he sucked dick in college." Kevin gave his analysis. "The way I see, there are three reactions. Number one, Roger hangs up. The second is he is glad to find out where the Coach is and they renew a friendship, just a friendship. That would be better than what the Coach has now. And the third would be --- Bingo! Roger has longed to find the Coach and he wants him like before." I shook my head from left to right and said "Kevin, I never realized that you are such a romantic. You should have read someone else in in Lit Class, who said `You Can't Go Home Again.' People and circumstances change. You can't recapture the past." "Come on, Clay. You are busting my balls, giving me all this shit. You are going to help, aren't you?" I smiled and said "Yes, of course, what do I do?" The plan was for Kevin to search Facebook, Linkedin, and other social media, and I was to look at alumni information for Mountain State College and professional organizations for chemists, since that was Roger's major.