Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2023 00:59:03 +0100
From: Noah Dave
Subject: Brocurious Chapter 3

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The trip got to an end, and I felt stuck again. The last thing I needed
right now was to be alone again. In desperation, I decided to call up Coach
again.  I wanted to feel safe and carefree because that's how I felt the
last time I was at his place.

A heavy weight fell off my shoulders once I heard Coach tell me to come
over. I packed some stuff and headed off. Since the trip, I've tried to
think about Mike as little as possible.

Once I arrived and saw Coach Tom on his patio, a sparkle of joy and relief
traveled through me. He smiled and waved at me. Coach was wearing a dark
blue tracking outfit and had on slippers.

The zipper on his top couldn't stay completely closed, and you could see
that he was wearing a white shirt underneath, which complimented his white
socks.  His feet looked more like fins if I was being honest.  Coach
greeted me with a hug and invited me inside.

"Want something to eat or drink?"

"I'm good, Coach, thanks... Ehm, where's Martha and your daughters?"

"Oh, they left for a trip to see their grandparents. I got the house for
myself now. Good thing you're here now. It's not so lonely anymore."

There was that smile again. I loved seeing it.

"Well, if you're here, could you help me with something? I was unpacking
the new squat rack I ordered. Wanna help set it up?"

"Of course, it would be rude not to help."

"Thanks, buddy! Let's go over to the gym room!"

We talked about all sorts of things while setting up the rack. Our workout
routines, football, video games... I was surprised by how easy it was to
talk to Coach. It felt like I was talking to someone my age, not a
37-year-old man.

-

Meanwhile, at Jessica's:

"Oh! Faster! Faster!"

Mike knelt on the bed as Jessica was standing behind him.

"Damn, Babe, you really want it today, huh?"

Jessica started to thrust her hips into Mike as hard as she could.  The
insert on the strapon's inside hit her clit with every thrust.  She liked
the feeling, but the psychology behind the act was much more
pleasurable. She gave Mike's cheeks a hard slap.

"Oh fuck yes bro!"

"Bro?"

-

It took us some time till we finished setting everything up. Although it
was not a huge accomplishment, I felt proud when looking at the finished
squat rack. So was Coach, it seemed. His smile was even brighter than
before.

"There we go! Good job bud!"

"Come on, Coach, this was nothing."

"Take some credit for your work; come on! It's nice that you helped me
out."

"I guess..."

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"I'm not nice Coach."

Coach's smile faded away. I looked away from him as a feeling of shame came
over me.

"What is it?"

There was silence in the room, and I did not know what to say.

"Should I be worried?"

"No! I... I'm a bad friend Coach. I'm just a bad person."

I was staring at my feet. My whole body tensed as a shiver of pressure and
sadness enveloped me. I wanted to run away and hide but had nowhere to go.

Please don't cry! Please don't cry!

"Hey. Hey! Buddy! What's wrong? You can tell me!"

I looked up at Coach, trying my hardest not to cry. That must've looked
stupid.

"Tell me what's wrong!"

He grabbed my right shoulder and looked me in the eyes. He was searching
for something in them.

"I, I ruined everything! Mike and I were best bros for life."

Coach started to circle his thumb against my shoulder.

"What did you do?"

"Please don't hate me, Coach. I did bad things to Mike. I called him bad
things."

"What things?"

He looked a bit more serious now and scared me a little. He got me, and I
would tell him everything at this point.

"What did you say to him!?"

"I... I called him a faggot..."

I couldn't look at Coach anymore; I was too ashamed. All I could hear now
was him exhaling deeply. I looked up at him slowly. He had a concerned look
and was still caressing my shoulder.

"Can you tell me why you called him that?"

I was scared shitless, but a more significant part of me finally needed to
tell someone the truth.

"We did things guys don't do Coach... Gay things."

My heart dropped as soon as I said that. Coach, on the other hand, was
softly smiling now.

"You got me worried there for a sec. Listen! There is nothing wrong with
what you did. But you are right! What you called him was wrong. We need to
fix that."

"I don't understand Coach."

"I know, but that will change! So you and Mike made each other feel good,
right?"

I looked down at my feet for a sec again.

"Yes."

"And you both enjoyed it?"

"Y-Yes."

"So there is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with what you did!"

"No?"

"NO! In fact. I did something like that too. More than once, actually."

He smiled mischievously and gave me a little wink.

"You liked his body, right?"

Where was this going?  I was getting even more nervous now.

"Yes, I did."

"Well, with big guys like us..."

Coach put his hands against my chest.

"...it is normal to be attracted in a way to other big guys. It's in our
nature.  And it's normal to explore that... curiosity."

His hands left my chest while my heart started racing like hell.

"Nothing is wrong with you, okay?"

"Okay Coach."

"Say it!"

"Nothing is wrong with me."

"Exactly! You will tell Mike the same thing and that you don't mean what
you said to him anymore, Okay?!"

"Yes sir!"

"Good!"

"Now, let's get you changed and work out those muscles! I need to show you
some things."

"Oh-Okay sir!"

I didn't know what was happening as I changed into my gym clothes, but I
felt relief after telling someone the truth. Maybe Coach just wanted me to
de-stress with a workout? That always helps. Once changed, I left the
bathroom and got back to Coach. He was setting up some weights.

"Let's get to work boy!"

The workout Coach gave me was challenging but enjoyable.

My body felt spent, but I could feel the pump throughout it. I couldn't
help it and started flexing. Coach approached me and joined in.

"You did great boy!"

"You did great too Coach!"

"Fuck yeah!"

Coach Tom had biceps so big they were practically bursting from his top,
thigh muscles so large you would have to wrap your whole arms around them,
and pecs so thick they almost looked like breasts. Not only was I admiring
Coach's physique but also his entire presence.

His eyes were sharp, his eyebrows thick, his hair well groomed, and a
majestic beard and mustache adorned his face. When looking at Coach, you
could feel the toughness of a boss, the authority of a father, and a
powerful life force emanating from his entire body like an aura. Greeks
would've made statues of this Man.

As I was admiring him, Coach stepped closer. He was still flexing his body,
but his eyes were focused on me now. Coach was taller than me by an inch or
two, but now I felt like he was towering over me. The smell of his body got
stronger as he came closer. I started breathing heavier.

"I want to look like you Coach. You look great."

He smirked and grabbed my right pec swiftly. The force of his strong hand
made me sway back slightly. Coach's lips slightly scrunched up as he
kneaded my pec muscles. Our bodies were emitting a lot of heat. Coach's
hands felt hot and cold against my skin. Somehow this feeling was just
right after the workout.

"You worked on these real good boy! Look at you."

"Thanks Coach."

I had no clue what Coach was doing to me, but the urge to touch his massive
body was in my head right now.  I couldn't make myself do that, though.

If I were with Mike at the gym or other guys from Uni, sure, I'd touch
their bodies about now. But I'm talking about Coach here! My eyes fixed on
Coach's massive pecs. The fabric that covered them looked like it would
burst any second. Suddenly, he started to make them bounce. I was amazed.

"It's okay. You can touch them. I see where you're looking at."

I said nothing as I slowly put my hands on Coach's pecs. They were bigger
than my hands. I could feel his warm body and heartbeat even through the
fabric of his clothes.

"Get a good feel! Come on now!"

His voice was deeper now. I started feeling around his hard pecs, and my
jaw dropped. I still didn't say a word and just looked up at Coach.  Damn,
do I love muscles!

We stood there for a while, touching each other's pecs. The more I touched
Coach's chest, the harder I wanted to feel it. There was an urge in me to
stick my face between his pecs, but I stopped myself.

"You like how they feel, right?"

"Yes Coach! They feel amazing."

He made them bounce a couple of times as he squeezed his chest in my hands.

"Now, I told you I had to show you something."

Coach got even closer to me now. My back pressed against a pole as I took a
step back. My face was inches away from Coach's face and chest.

"Let me take this off, okay?"

"Oh-Okay!"

Even though I didn't want to, I let go of his chest. I watched in shock as
Coach started to pull off his tops. He did so slowly and carefully. When he
got everything off, I didn't know where to look. I tried to look at his
face, but the enormous bare chest in front of me was too distracting. His
pecs looked even better once I saw his skin and juicy nipples.

I wanted to touch those too, but when I looked at Coach's chest, his
perfect abs with no fat distracted me! And once I looked at those, I got
too embarrassed and looked back at his face.  This situation was too much
for me. All I could do was swallow my spit and panic about where to look
next.

"Now, don't act as you've never seen a shirtless man before. I know exactly
how much you see in the locker rooms."

He took my hand and started placing it on his abs. He moved it over his
hard six-pack so I could feel every mound of muscle. Then he pushed my hand
back to his pecs.

Oh god!

They felt even better now.

"Now see? There is nothing wrong with exploring a guy's body. We have
beautiful bodies that demand attention when they are this strong."

"You're right, Coach, but isn't it weird that we're both guys?"

"Does it feel weird?"

"N-No."

"So it's not weird. And what you did with Mike was normal too. It was a
very manly thing to do."

"But... But we did more than touch."

Coach let out a deep but short laugh.

"Oh, I bet you did. What else did you do?"

"I can't, Coach! I can't say it."

"But I'm trying to show you that it's okay!  Did you touch him more?"

Coach held my right hand and started moving it along his body again.  I
felt his abs again, but then he slightly shifted my hand to the side. My
hand was closer to his hip now. He yanked me closer to him because my arm
was already fully extended. His bare chest was pressed against mine.

"Did you touch Mike there?

Next, I watched in shock as my hand disappeared inside the fabric of
Coach's pants. I let out a gasp. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I was
feeling the sides of Coach's hard butt cheek now! It was huge and
hard. Coach started flexing and relaxing his glute. It was as if he was
using it to wink at me.

"... Yeah, that's where I touched Mike."

"You know the glutes are crucial muscles. No man should neglect
them. Strong glutes make you as big of a man as the rest. Don't you agree?"

"Yes Coach!"

"And don't you think we should appreciate those muscles too?"

"Yes, I agree."

"There we go! You're starting to get it. You're a real man touching another
real man's body! Tell me, how does that make you feel?"

My hand was still firmly gripped on Coach's ass.

"It makes me feel good."

"Yeah? Now that's good. That's what we want. We want to feel good. Nothing
wrong with that."

"No."

"Can I see how good you feel?"

"Wha-What do you mean Coach?"

Oh!

Coach grabbed my crotch with his other hand. It scared me, and I almost let
out a scream. He let go, and I pulled my hand from his ass and out of his
pants.

"Oh boy! You must really like it?"

Coach was rubbing my crotch now.  I was still too shocked to feel what he
was doing.

"Someone is stiff down there!"

Coach smiled at me again, but there was something else in that smile.

Wait!?

Oh my god!

Now I realized what he was saying!  My dick was fucking hard!  There was so
much happening that I didn't even realize what was happening to my body. I
was stiff as a board, and Coach was touching it!

"It's poking my hand! Let's see what it is!"

Without another word, Coach started to pull down my gym pants. He dropped
them to my knees. I was standing there, presenting my tent in black
underwear to him.

"Coach, what are you doing?"

"We need to see how I made you feel!"

Coach put a finger against the tip of the tent. It made me gasp and shiver
all over.  The finger moved the top of the fabric, and he slowly pulled my
underwear off. He was about to free my dick. I could feel the material
stretching my dick.

"There it is! Look at that baseball bat!"

I watched my hard dick flop out right in front of Coach. He looked
genuinely excited about what he saw. I was horrified.

"Coach! It's embarrassing!"

"No! You've got nothing to be embarrassed about! Look how huge you are!
Damn boy, I wish my dick was this big!"

"Really?"

Coach always knew how to make me calm down somehow.

"Of course! Look at that thing!"

And then he grabbed my dick, sending shivers through my whole body again.

"I made you feel real good, huh?"

"Yeah Coach! I feel so good!"

His grip around my dick got tighter. Coach shifted his gaze from looking at
my dick to my face.

"You know? This is a hard muscle too!  We should respect hard dicks too!"

"Coach?"

"Mhm. It's the same for me."

I couldn't believe it. Coach started to move his hand down and up on my
dick slowly. Was he about to jack me off?

"Should I show you how to appreciate this muscle too?"

"Y-YES, Please, Coach! How do you do it!?"

"Okay then... This is how you appreciate a hard dick, son!"

He still moved his big hand on my dick, but he started to lower
himself. Was he getting on his knees?!

Holy fuck!

Coach was getting on his knees right in front of me! With his hand around
my dick!

He looked up at me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Coach Tom had his
face inches away from my rod as he presented it to me and admired it. He
looked back at my dick, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. My
dick was throbbing in his strong hand.

"Does it feel good when I move my hand like that?"

"Ah! It feels too good, Coach!"

"Haha! That's what we want it to feel like."

He licked his lips and started to jack me faster. The scene before me was
way too obscene. My brain wasn't comprehending it.

"What a big stick you have! I've never seen one this big in person.

"Wh-What? Really ah! Really Coach?"

"Oh yes! It looks huge even though my hands are so big!"

Coach moved his face a bit closer to my dick. He took a loud sniff and
closed his eyes. Then he exhaled deeply. I could feel the warm breath
against my dick.

"And it smells good too!"

"Oh, god, Coach! You are driving me crazy."

He started moving his hands even faster now. The pleasure was ramping up
too quickly! I could cum at any moment now, and Coach's face would end up
with my cum all over it!

"Yeah! See, that's how a man appreciates another man's big hard muscle!"

"I can see that, Coach, but, but...."

"But what? You feel too good. Is my big hand a little much for you?"

"Y-Yes."

"And my face so close to your hard dick, is that too much too?"

"Oh yes, Coach! It's too much! It's too much!"

He was working his hand up and down my dick furiously now.

"You about to cum aren't you?"

"Urgh! Yes! I will!"

"Gonna cum while Coach is on his knees for you?"

"GAH! I'm cumming!"

Coach quickly moved my dick to the tip of his lips while widely opening his
mouth.  He made that sound you do at the doctor's office when he examines
your mouth.

"Ehhhhhhhhh!"

"You drive me crazy, Coach! GGAAAAAAH!"

And there it went. My toes curled as my dick spasmed. This was all way to
fucking intense. Coach let the first shot hit his open mouth and face. Some
of my cum landed on his checks and mustache. He quickly wrapped his lips
around the head of my dick.

I watched Coach take load after load as my dick twitched. His lips around
the tip felt so intense! I'd never felt something like this when I came.
It felt like I was depositing in his throat forever.

"Oh! Oh! My god Coach! Ah! It feels so good!"

I calmed down. I could tell that less cum was coming out now.

"It feels so good."

I was done. I emptied a whole load. And I did it inside Coach's mouth!
Coach closed his mouth around my head and started to lift his head away. My
dick flopped out of his mouth. It was hard to look him in the eyes out of
embarrassment, but he looked so damn hot in this position.

His mouth was closed, and he smiled at me. I could see a small drop of cum
slip out of his mouth. Next, Coach opened his mouth wide again.

Holy fucking shit!

Coach presented me with all the cum I shot in his mouth. It was everywhere!
His mouth was full of it. Then he closed his mouth, swallowed hard, and
opened it again. Nothing was there anymore except his pink mouth and
tongue. He ate it all.  My heart was in my throat at this point.

"Mmm! That tastes good son!"

"Wow Coach."

Coach Tom started laughing as he got up from his knees.  He continued to
laugh and put his hand on my chest. There was a massive tent in his
pants. His dick was rock hard.

"Did I ever tell you how cute you are son?"

I was blushing and couldn't say anything to that. Coach always knew how to
make me feel this type of way. Whatever it was. He had a full grip on me.

"Well, that was a very efficient workout. Don't you think so?"

"Yes Coach."

"I hope you understood what I was trying to tell you."

"I, I think I understand Coach."

"Good! After all, you did, you are still a real man! Mike is too!"

"But, didn't what I do make me gay Coach?"

He let out a slight sigh and grabbed my shoulder yet again.

"Son. Nothing can make you gay. You either are or are not. The most
important thing is to do what is right for you. Even if you do gay things,
that doesn't necessarily make you gay. We are complex beings, son."

"I see, but I still don't know who I am."

"That's okay. You don't have to know. You like pussy, right?"

"Very much so sir."

"See, so you aren't just gay. Maybe bi, who knows? But it doesn't
matter. Do what makes you and others feel good."

"I will Coach!"

"That's the spirit! You still need to apologize to Mike because you
probably hurt him."

"I know! I will apologize... Thank you so much, Coach. I need to figure out
where to start. Everything that you did for me! Fuck!"

"Haha! It's okay boy. No need to thank me. I told you, I'm here to help."

Coach stepped back a little and looked down at his tenting pants. He
massaged his crotch.

"Oh boy! Someone is still excited. I will take care of that later. For now,
there is still something I need to tell you! Go get a shower and meet me in
the living room!"

"Yes sir!"

I practically ran off to the bathroom. While showering, I tried to process
what had just happened but could not. Instead, I just started dancing under
the hot stream. My body was full of testosterone, adrenaline, dopamine, and
all sorts of chemicals that come after a good workout and sex.

I was getting even more excited because Coach still had something in store
for me. And after all the crazy shit that happened, it will probably be
just as insane.

That Man!

I would do anything for and with him right now. I always had respect and
admiration for Coach but now? It was something close to worship.

I got dressed in some casual clothing and went over to the living room.  I
couldn't help it. My dick was twitching a bit on the way there. The memory
of Coach on his knees before me popped back into my head. His mouth wide
open, awaiting my cum.  Fuck, I still couldn't believe that just happened.

Coach was sitting on the same couch where we played on his PlayStation.  I
went over to him, and we both grinned at each other.

"Wanna play another round of Mortal Kombat?"

"Heck yeah Coach!"

This couldn't be all he had in store for me, right?

"Come sit down."

I sat down next to Coach. There was an awkward tension in the air. My spit
was a little harder to swallow now.

"I must show you something before we play son."

Man, I liked it when he called me that.

"What is it Coach?"

There was that smirk again. I'd say it looked a bit pervy if I didn't know
Coach.  Coach Tom leaned over to the table where his laptop was. I did not
even notice that it was there. He started typing something in his browser.

Suddenly a close-up shot of a sweaty bodybuilder appeared on the
screen. His muscles were being squeezed and touched by multiple arms. Some
arms belong to men, others to women. I made out some other small text and a
big exit/enter button, but my eyes darted to the website's URL:

MyMuscleSluts.com

"Eh, what the fuck Coach?"

Coach Tom clicked on enter.  I couldn't pull my eyes away from the
screen. Images of guys with perfect bodies appeared all over. Some looked
like literal gods. Once my initial shock wore off, I realized what type of
site this was.

It was a webcam site that also had image galleries and videos on it.  Why
was Coach showing me this?  Some guys on screen were flexing while others
had dildos up their asses or were jerking their dicks. Some windows had
guys making out or getting fucked by real dicks.

"Wow, Coach, I've never seen a site like this."

A video preview titled Gym Bro helps me out after a workout! caught my
eye. I could make up a colossal bodybuilder in a blue singlet sitting on a
bench press. He wasn't just sitting on it because another guy was using it!
His dick was slipping out of his shorts, and the bodybuilder had his huge
ass pressing against it.

"Hah! Do you like it son?"

"Well, I... Ugh, I don't think so Coach."

"Well, don't lie to me; look at your pants! I think someone's excited."

Fuck he was right! I was tenting again! My god. I covered my crotch as
quickly as possible.

"Don't be shy. This site makes me excited too. Remember earlier when I
taught you about men appreciating each other's muscles? Well... Many more
guys out there do that than you would think. Most want to appreciate other
bodies but don't get the opportunity, so they turn to this site. Others,
like me, want their muscles appreciated, so we post here. Plus, we get a
shit ton of cash if we are popular."

Now hold up!

Was Coach saying what I thought he was saying?

"Wait! So, you are on here Coach?!"

"Hahaha! Yes, I am! How else would I be able to afford this mansion for my
family and me."

My head was about to explode. There was already so much for me to
process. I froze.

"Here, I can show you!"

I watched the mouse icon hover over a Top Muscle Sluts section. A list of
names alongside full-body pictures appeared. Coach didn't have to search
for long before clicking on a name.  A profile page appeared with the
display name MarriedBBuilderCunt.  Holly fuck! It was him! It was actually
him!

Pictures and videos of Coach Tom in various attires and positions
appeared. He was wearing sunglasses and masks or helmets in most of them,
but I could recognize him by his body and mustache any day!  I stared at
the screen, trying to say something but couldn't. The last thing I saw was
a picture of Coach in a Jockstrap when he clapped shut his laptop.

"Sorry, I can see you are scared stiff. Literally. Maybe that was too much
at once."

He got up, put the laptop away, and turned on the PlayStation. I couldn't
even grab the controller off his hand once he offered it to me, so he laid
it on my lap.

"You good buddy?"

Coach's face turned into a grimace, and he looked worried.  I had to snap
out of it. I grabbed the controller.

"Yeah. Yeah! Sorry bout that. It was just...."

"Unexpected, I know. You opened up a lot today; I could tell how hard that
was for you. You shared a lot with me too, so it would be fair if I shared
something with you too. It may be too much, but you can still ask me about
stuff if you are trying to understand.

Coach's usual demeanor changed. He looked somewhat fragile, which made me
even more enticed by him. This Man was fucking around with my head today. I
watched the tv screen boot up the PS5 logo.

"So, uh, does your wife know about this?"

"The site?!"

"Yeah, that."

"Oh yeah, she even filmed some of my videos and helped me with some live
cams. Hah! She won't admit it, but I can tell she secretly likes it."

"Wait, for real?!"

"Oh yes!"

Coach leaned closer to me.

"One time, as I got home early from practice, I tried to sneak up on her to
surprise her a little.  Lo and behold, there she was in the living room!
Playing the piano with her pussy lips as she watched a video of mine."

"Holy shit, Coach! That's awesome. What did you do?"

"I have to admit I got pretty hard right there, so I pulled out my dick. I
started jacking off, just watching her and hearing her moan. What can I
say? I get a lot of pleasure knowing someone gets horny by watching my
videos. Once I came, I cleaned up my cum as best as possible and went
outside to ring the doorbell. I acted as if nothing happened."

"That's hilarious, Coach, but kinda fucked up, too, haha!"

"Well, if she gets to do it in secret, then she shouldn't be bothered if I
do it too, hah!"

Coach seemed like his usual self again, and I relaxed.

"So... So you like it when other Men watch your videos too?!"

"Heck yeah! I don't just like it; I love it because I enjoy myself and
others while paying our bills."

"Wow! So it pays for all of this?! Just by doing vids?"

"Well, it does mostly, but I do some extra work. You know, the real cash
and fun comes from what I make other guys feel. So it is unsurprising that
individuals pay extra if I do something for them in real life."

"Holy shit Coach! What do you do then?"

"I think you are a clever man. Use your imagination. Haha!"

We both laughed. Mine was more nervous, though. Our conversation ended as
the Mortal Kombat logo appeared on the screen, and we got engrossed in the
game.

With all the craziness today, I still felt as good as ever!  Thanks to
Coach Tom, I've learned much about myself and finally know how to repair my
friendship with Mike! I love Coach! He is the best Man I've ever got to
meet. He made me feel like everything would be alright.  Well, he also made
my dick feel fucking good today.

When the afternoon came, I told Coach that I had to leave.  I fumbled
another thank you out of me, but he repeated that I didn't have to thank
him and that he enjoyed himself a lot.

Before heading out, I texted Mike to meet me at the park near our
campus. He asked if he should bring something, but I just told him I wanted
to see him. When I arrived at the park, it was already dark. The
temperature outside was just right, and it was warm even though I wore
revealing gym clothes. No one was at the park besides a homeless dude at a
random bench. I could breathe out and relax.

I texted Mike that I would be waiting for him near the footbridge. I leaned
over it and looked over the dark lake at the park's center. It was so
entirely quiet. For the first time in weeks, my mind was at ease. I knew
what I felt and what I was going to do.

I didn't have to wait long before Mike arrived. He looked a bit lost. It
was good to see him, and I embraced him with a hug without saying a word.

"Woah, dude! Good day to you too."

I let go of him.

"Hey, man. Ehm, how was your day."

"Uf! It was okay, I guess. I just got into an awkward situation with
Jessica, but we discussed it. As we always do... So? What are we doing
here, bro?"

"Oh yeah, sorry! I just wanted to talk."

Mike seemed to be on edge and a bit annoyed. I wanted to finish this
quickly but couldn't find the right words to start.

"Talk about what?"

"How I've been a bad friend. I'm sorry. I was being a dick to you. More
than once, I... I was just so mad because I felt like I had lost you or
something. I don't know."

"No, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have just moved out like that. I'm really
sorry about that. It felt like you hated me for a while. So I just left."

"I don't hate you, Mike. Please don't think that I do!"

Mike looked so sad right now.  I didn't know what to say!

Fuck!

Why did I feel like I was about to cry again!  Something came over me, and
I just jumped at Mike.  I grabbed his head and locked his lips with
mine. He didn't push me away.  His mouth felt warm against mine. My lips
left his. We just stood there for a while, breathing heavily. It felt like
my heart was about to burst from my chest.

"Damn bro. That felt good."

"I know it did. I can say that now... That's what I wanted to tell you. I
don't care anymore, and I'm not a pussy anymore Mike!"

"Eh, what does that mean bro?"

"It means I know nothing was wrong with what we did. We just made each
other feel good."

"Oh?"

"I want to be your best, bro! And I want you to feel good. I don't care if
what we do in the process is gay or whatever. I really don't care about
that anymore. I care about you... Fuck! It sounds so weird when I say it."

"No, it doesn't, bro! I get it, and I'm happy you said that."

There was a spark in Mike's eyes that made me so happy.

"So, are you moving back in? I need you, Man."

"Hah! Yes, Bro! I'm moving back in. I've been annoying Jessica for way too
long anyways. He told me yesterday that her apartments started smelling
like a gym locker room once I moved in, haha!"

Yes! Mike is coming back!

"I don't mind that smell, hah! So... things are getting back to normal?"

"Well, we will see about that. I think things are going to look a bit
different now. What do you think?"

Fuck, I knew exactly what Mike meant, and that got me incredibly excited.

"I think it will be fun."

We both smirked.

"OH fuck Mike! I have to show you something insane!"

"Woah. What is it?"

"You will freak the fuck out! I still can't believe it myself."

"Bro, tell me! What did you do?"

"Oh, it's not about me. It's something about Coach Tom."

"Whaaat?"

"Bro, get ready! Let's go to our place!"

"I have no clue what you are talking about, but wow, you got me so excited
now! Let's fucking go!"

to be continued...