Andy's Little League Coach

“Move in with me?”  I wasn’t sure what to say.  Would he really want to live in the same house with my parents and brother?

“I’m kidding, Ben.  I don't want to live with your parents. I’d want you to move in with me. I’m closer to the university. You could walk to class.  Plus, I am serious about taking you to see my father. And…” His voice cracked. I noticed he was staring at the ceiling.

I twisted around and kissed his nipple. More cum slipped out of me as I did. “How much stuff did you dump inside me?” I laughed.

He glanced over with a smile. “More than I knew I had. You have that effect on me, I guess.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’ll tell you later. It’s too soon to talk about it.”

I moved on top of him. “It’s never too soon. Tell me.” My dick was still hard, and it rubbed across his flaccid penis. I felt him get hard.

“I started to think about kids, and what my sister told me about being a surrogate.”

“I think we’d make great dads,” I nibbled at his chin. “Once I’m out of school, I think we should do it.  How many should we have?”

“Maybe six?”

“Definitely.  You're sisters willing to have six children for us, right?” 

"Well, maybe two," said Ethan.

I rolled off him and stretched. More cum leaked out. “Shit. I’m still leaking.”

“I guess we’ll need to get you a diaper.”

“Maybe a big box of them. I plan to have you do that to me often.” Ethan chuckled and nibbled on my ear. His fingers wrapped around my dick. It was a wonderful morning.


That afternoon I drove to the hospital to see Uncle Steven before heading to the project site. Ethan had gone home to work; he told me he’d probably work until the evening and offered to take Andy and me out to eat. He wanted me to let him know how things were at the hospital. Uncle Steven convinced Andy to come with me and help me stain the bridge.

Andy and I were waiting when the stain arrived. The man delivering it had volunteered his time to help, and soon Chandler and Gordon arrived to help. I wasn’t really sure anyone would be able to come, but a whole slew of people showed up to help. Ethan arrived about four-thirty; I wasn’t expecting him, but he told me he’d always planned to surprise me, but he was caught in a meeting. With all of us working, we were finished by six o’clock. I had expected the project to take another two weeks. Someone had called the newspaper and the director of the hiking trail, so there were pictures and interviews.

About seven, most people had gone back home. I’m not sure how many thank you’s I’d said, but I was so pumped up that I wasn’t feeling tired in the least. Andy went home with Chandler, and I followed Ethan to his house. He’d order pizza, and it arrived not very long after we got there.
I carried the plates with the pizza slices into the living room, and Ethan brought the cans of Dr. Pepper. We ate and sipped and threw glances at one another. Periods of silence were interrupted by brief moments of laughter. He took the empty plates into the kitchen, walked back into the living room, and held up his index finger. He walked out of the room for a few moments. When he walked back into the room, he had no clothes on, and his dick was raging hard.

“Take yours off,” he said quietly.

I did as he requested and soon stood in front of him, naked, hard, wanting. He stepped closer and put a few drops of lube into his hand. He reached out and touched my cock. His hand felt cool and slippery. Next, grabbing a towel from the shelf of the coffee table, he spread it on the couch. He leaned forward and grasped the top of the back cushion before putting his knees on the edge. His hole was on complete display for me.

“I want you inside me,” he whispered as he lowered his head.

My dick swelled harder with those words. I stood behind him; a slight push down, and the head of my penis aligned with his man-hole. I pushed forward slightly and his hole seemed to just relax open and pull me in. Ethan gasped as half of my shaft went into him. A warm, soft, wet grip enveloped my dick. I leaned back just a bit before pushing forward.

“Oh, fuck, that’s awesome.”

Those were my sentiments as well. My hands held his waist, and I began to move in and out of him more freely. The soft tightness of his hole was thrilling, and I buried myself more deeply into him with each thrust. Ethan let go of the couch and leaned back; he turned his head and I bent forward and kissed half of his mouth. He slid off my dick and got onto his back with one foot still on the floor and the other leg on the back cushions. His hole glistened in the light, and I immediately moved forward to push my dick back into him. This time, as I fucked him, my mouth devoured his lips; my tongue fought with his, and I felt my desire building.

My body fit perfectly in the ‘V’ produced by the position of his body. I humped him faster and faster. I seemed to have no control over the speed at which I pumped my cock into him. His moan became an endless stream. My hands grabbed his shoulders so I could pull myself more deeply inside him, and when the release arrived, my seed seemed to pour into him.

I hadn’t realized how heavily I was breathing until I collapsed onto him. We were both covered in tiny beads of sweat and a little slippery. “Can I do that every day?” I chuckled a bit.

“You know, Ben, I’ve only done that once before, and it was awful, but I think I’d love for you to do that to me every day.”

“Maybe we could take turns,” I said.

“Maybe.”


Things blew up at work for Ethan over the next few days, and I had to be satisfied with the text messages he sent. We had plans to visit his father during the weekend. Uncle Steven was getting stronger, and the decision was made for Steven and Mary to stay with us while he went through his therapy. Mother and Father were going to take my room. I was going to room with Andy, and Steven and Mary would use my parents’ room. Graduation was a week away, and I hoped that I could stay with Ethan after that. I had signed up to take a course during the summer, and being within walking distance of my class was a mark in my favor.

Ethan picked me up early on Saturday morning for the three-hour drive to his hometown. His father still lived in the same house he grew up in. His mother had long since left, and none of them had heard from her since the day she and his father fought, and she told him that she’d had enough.

I could shake the feeling that I’d heard this story on Dateline. “Your father never heard from her again?”

“No. I can’t believe she never wrote to us. And my grandmother was convinced that something must have happened to her because she never received a letter or phone call or anything.”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know. I remember a lot of fights, lots of screaming at each other. I remember when she said that she’d had enough and walked out and slammed the door.”

“Didn’t anyone go after her?”

“No. She’d done it before and always came back. Well, wait a minute. My dad went onto the porch to yell at her some more. You know, I don’t remember when he came back in. Did he come back in?”

Ethan stopped talking but I could tell that he was thinking back. I didn’t say anything to interrupt him. My brain was asking the question that I bet his grandmother had asked. Did Ethan’s father kill his mother?