Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2024 14:51:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Olando Reez <olandoreez@aol.com>
Subject: All for Terry (A Long Wait (8)

This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry'
story. Its a different tale about thus stunningly beautiful man that
passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different
story with the same people meeting under different circumstances.
Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but
meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking
together.

This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.

Enjoy....
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All for Terry (A Long Wait (8)


... Well the incident with the coach I mention last happened. It was the
same evening as the day of the suspension. I went home, told my mother.
Getting a surprise that she had my back.  In it so long as it would be
clear that her son was not a fag. She would deal with the principle and
get that boy and girl suspended. Maybe expelled for this. Her constant
chants of their hateful decree that I was a homosexual and unacceptable
thing. That the words were a blemish on her family. And that would not
stand
I went to my room and then lay on my bed. I thought of the coach and his
kind words. Looking at the man in a better light. Seeing him as a more
handsome man than I had seen before. Then I thought if the gorgeous
Terry. How handsome he looked in his work clothes. I felt a my dick throb
again in my pants. I had to reach down and pull at it. Knowing full well
what was causing my erection. Terry was.

"Maybe I am gay" I then thought
"He is the only one that does this to me."

I then decided to leave the house. I needed some air. Badly. So I told my
mother I was gonna take a walk. Saying I need to clear my head. She said
not to go far. Which I did.
I walked and walked and walked until I found myself back at the school. I
needed to talk to the coach again. It was late in the school day already.
And classes would be ending soon. I went to the gym and to his office
again. He was not there. I grabbed a sticky note and left him a message.
I needed to talk to someone, and he was the best chance to get shot off
my chest with.

"Please see me tomorrow.." I started to write

But that was when I heard him stepping into the gym. He was talking to
one of the other phys-ed teachers. I stopped my note and waited then
stepped out to see him and the other teacher outside his office. There at
the basketball courts. He said a few works to the other coach and then
came over to me.

"What are you doing back?" He asked of me
"I just need to talk to with someone" I said
"And it seems you are the only one I can talk to here"
"Okay then. Come on into my office again"

I headed out and said I would be back after 6. That way we could be
alone. I went home, had some food and told my mom I wanted to head out to
take a walk. Just to clear my head. She okayed my walk, but said not to
be out too late. So I left the house and headed back to the school. And I
walked along the street and down the block I lived I saw Terry with his
car outside. Just getting home from something, maybe work. His back was
to me so I did not see his face. But knew it was him. I knew his hair and
his body from how he wore his clothes. His butt looking especially
wonderful today.
Then he turned and saw me. He waved a hello and smiled. On his face was
the mornings of a beard. He had a full mustache already as I could see.
But his jawline had the unshaven look of stubble. I almost fell over
walking as I saw him. He was stunning.  Moreso than ever before.

"Hi" he called out
"Hope you are doing well"

I smiled and waved back at him. Just shouting back I was 'okay'. Then I
continued on. Looking back at the beautiful man as he stood there. He
went into his parents house and then he was gone

"Oh my God" was all I could say to myself
"He looks incredible with facial hair"

I felt a tugging in my shorts from seeing Terry there. So of course my
mind was bouncing about the reality of whom and what I was. Even though I
didn't want that label on me, 'queer'. Hating that everyone may just be
right.
I got to the school and many building were dark already. Cleaned up and
down for the night. I headed to the gym and found myself at the coaches
door again. So I knocked.

"Come in" came the familiar voice

I stepped inside and he was there at his desk grading things. He looked
up at me and smiled. Waving me in to the room. I came in and closed the
door behind me. Then I sat down in the chair across from him. Looking at
the man as he sat back. Noticing how nice his arms were.
We then got into the discussion that I dreaded to have with anyone. The
discussion about what had brought me to him, the issues I have been
having because of this subject. My possible homosexuality. And the coach
was as nice as always. Listening to me as I talked of my woes and
concerns. Then my all but admitting to him that I may just be that, a
fag.

"Never use that term" he said
"It's so derogatory."
"If you think that you might be, you should have pride in this"
"Or if you aren't sure. You will find yourself"
"Of this I am sure."

He then stood up and came around the desk. He looked kinda hot in those
shorts he wore. Legs long and muscular. The bulge in his crotch area
small, but I noticed it. Man did I notice it. I found myself almost
staring at it.

"I just don't know" I said to him
"I am so confused"

He leaned against the desk near me. As he did, this pushed his crotch
out. The bulge looking all the more appealing now. I wanted to touch it.
Just to feel it. It looked all the more appealing now.
So he asked me more about Terry. I found the name excited me. Just his
name all on its own. For it pulled up the image of the man that I saw as
perfect. Especially today. How that image pushed all the other ones into
the make of my head.

"So what of this guy you had just told me about?" He asked
"The young man that is your neighbor. How is it you think he is the one
that started it all?"
"And what does.he look like?"

I opened up to the coach. Telling him about Terry. How the times he was
my hero and how it made me feel.  Then describing him. Trying to almost
'in detail's give the coach the visual image of this man I thought was
the greatest.

"Wow" the coach said after it all
"Seems you indeed may be infatuated with him"
"But..."

Then the coach went on about how it may be just that. Infatuation, a
liking of a man that had been the one person who always made me feel
safe. That it didn't necessarily mean I was gay. But didn't meant the
opposite either.

"That my dear boy" he then said
"It's something that you will eventually find out"

Then he asked if I had been with another boy. Seeing if the seeds of the
sexuality had been tested. Of course I had not. And almost shied away
from the topic. It was a bit uncomfortable, still being a virgin in a
time when you get teens were having sex. And because of my confusion and
recent events, I almost wanted nothing to do with it.
But as the coach talked I kept looking down to his crotch. His smallish
bulge was somehow growing. And I knew I was beginning to get excited.so I
really stopped.listenung as I gazed at his crotch more.

"Hey!" I heard him bark out
"Are you still listening?"
"Or are you gonna stare ad my crutch all evening?"

Shitt! I was caught. I looked up at him and felt my face fo hot. I
surmised I was getting flushed in the cheeks from my embarrassment. And I
figured this man that had been so nice to me would shive me out of his
office to 'get the fuck out'.
But no he did not. He did not yell at me and tell me to get out. He
stopped talking for a moment and then he reached down and adjusted his
dick. Right there before me. Letting me see it better as he did. I could
not help but lick at my lips as it looked ever so tempting.
And it was then that the coach suggested I try and experience some
intimacy with another man. Looking down at me and smiling softly. Then
telling me to give him my hand. And in doing so he pulled it to his
crotch. Telling me to touch it. To feel a mans bulging dick. Rubbing
himself with my hand...
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To be continued