Andy's Little League Coach

The pizza party was a disappointment for me. The other coaches pulled Ethan to their group, and I didn’t want to sit with the parents. I sat alone and munched on a small Italian sausage pizza and drank way too much Coke. When things were winding down, he came over and apologized.

“You’ll make it up to me, I’m sure,” I told him.

He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. I gave him directions to my house and gathered Andy and Chandler. Now came a big decision for me. I knew independently that they liked the other one, but neither was out to the other. Did I want to let them discover it on their own? What would I have wanted?

I decided that my twelve-year-old self would want to know that a guy I liked also liked me. So, with the two of them in the back seat and looking out the windows to avoid looking at one another, I turned around. “I have a secret.”

“I bet no one gives a shit,” Andy said defiantly and then giggled. Chandler giggled, too.

So Andy was going to show off for his friend and act like a tough guy, put me in my place. That’s how he wanted to play it. I nodded my head. I looked Andy directly in the eyes. I love you, little brother, I thought, but, little fucker, you’re paying for that one. “Well, if no one gives a shit, then I don’t need to keep it a secret, do I?” I paused for effect. “Just so you know, Chandler, Andy likes to suck dick. He told me that he wants to suck yours.”

Andy’s face went white. He stared at me; he said nothing. I was relishing his distress, just waiting for the little bastard to start crying. Chandler’s head snapped around to look at him.

In a soft voice, Chandler said, “It’s OK. I like to suck dick, too.” He actually reached over and patted Andy’s hand. “I mean, I haven’t yet, but I want to. And, I like you, Andy. I’d suck yours if you let me.”

I think I saw a tear form in Andy’s eye as he realized what Chandler had just said. Fuck. Chandler ruined it for me. I wanted Andy to squirm a little longer.

“I like you, too, Chandler. I mean, I really, really like you.” The two of them smiled at each other.

I was angry that it went so easily for him. “You’re welcome,” I snapped and turned around. “Put your fucking belts on.” I drove home, stewing that Andy had been nasty to me and I didn’t get to pay him back. Plus, now he was guaranteed a blowjob when we got home. Would I get lucky, too? Ethan kept dropping little clues, but was he just teasing me?

I took a deep breath before I headed out of the parking lot. Just because I had been angry was no reason to drive home like an idiot. Besides, I’d saved the two of them a few hours of hemming and hawing, and I’d be seeing Ethan alone for the first time. I’d be able to find out if he was using me as a playtoy or if he wanted to see if there could be a relationship here. A relationship would be nice, not that I was opposed to being a playtoy. I just wanted to know upfront.

I wasn’t even in the driveway when I noticed my father’s car in front of the garage. They were supposed to be gone. Disappointment was looming its ugly head. I parked in my spot next to the garage. “Heads up, loverboys. Dad’s car is here. Unless you want to come out to them right now, I suggest you cool it.”

“What do you think we’re doing back here?” Andy was indignant.

“Rubbing your crotches. I’ve got a rear-view mirror. That’s what I mean. You start thinking with your dicks, and you’ll get yourself in trouble. One of you will end up pregnant, and then we’re fucked.”

“You mean we’d be rich,” said Chandler.

Andy laughed and added, “Maybe we could both be pregnant at the same time.”

“Cool,” replied Chandler.

I rolled my eyes. “So,” I inquired, “do you want me to tell dad that you’re both fags?” I was joking, of course.

“Only if you tell him you’re a fag and hoping the baseball coach puts his bat in your mitt,” Andy retorted. “I was watching him. He’s got the hots for you almost as bad as you have for him.”

Just then, Ethan pulled into the driveway. I got out to signal him to park behind me. I walked up to him. “I think my parents are home. I haven’t had a chance to find out. Come on. I’ll introduce you if they’re here.” We found them on the back patio. “Mom, Dad, what happened?”

My dad stood up. My mother announced, “Uncle Steven isn’t feeling well, and Mary asked us to come next week.”

“I hope he’s OK. Dad, Mom, this is Ethan Cromwell. He’s one of Andy’s coaches.”

They shook hands. Dad introduced himself. “Steve Hopkins.”

My mother extended her hand. “Helen Hopkins.”

I saw Andy and Chandler creep up to the open sliding glass door.

“So,” said my father, “did you need to talk to us about Andy?”

“Um, no, I didn’t,” admitted Ethan. An awkward silence followed.

“Actually, Dad…” I felt a knot in my stomach. “He’s my date. We were coming here to watch movies, eat Chinese, and make sure Andy and his friend Chandler stayed out of trouble.”

“Your date?” asked my mother. She folded her hands and looked at my dad.

My father shook his head and took a deep breath. “It’s about fucking time you told us.”

“Steve, language,” chastised my mom.

“You’ve known?” I asked.

“He suspected,” said my mother. “I was sure.”

My father scoffed. “I suspected until four years ago when I found you asleep at your computer with a gay porn video running. I’d say that confirmed my suspicions, don’t you think?” He looked at me and then at Ethan. “You boys go watch your movie; I don’t think there’s anything else to discuss.” He put his hand on my upper arm. “I’m glad you told us.”

I bit my lips together, and we went back into the house. Andy was looking at me. “You told them?” he whispered.

“Not about you,” I whispered back. “I bet they know anyway.” I walked to the staircase.

“Are you OK?” asked Ethan. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know; part of me is relieved, and part of me feels sick to my stomach. I can’t believe it was that easy.”

“You’re probably feeling an adrenaline rush. It can make you feel nauseated. Is there a place where we can sit?” Ethan put his hand on my shoulder.”

“Upstairs.” I started up. “I really like this house. There are four bedrooms upstairs. There are two bathrooms. My bedroom shares a bathroom with my game room, which is just another bedroom with my desk and TV and junk, and Andy has the same setup.” I took Ethan into the room. An old, worn sofa between the two windows invited us to sit. A TV with a game console and Blu-ray player lined the opposite wall.

“The room’s awfully neat and tidy,” chuckled Ethan.

“The junk’s stored in the closet. It’s a perfect room. My bedroom stays nice, too, because the extra stuff is in here.” I smiled. I was suddenly pulled into two strong arms. Lips brushed against mine. I closed my eyes and thought about the sensation as I received my first kiss. The room seemed to take a slight tilt as my head leaned slightly back, and his tongue found its way between them.

“Ben, let’s sit on the sofa.”

We moved a few feet, and Ethan sat on one end. I sat next to him, and he arranged me with my head on the armrest. I brought my feet up to rest on the adjacent cushion. His head approached mine, and he kissed me again, and as he did, his left arm pressed against my chest with his thumb and index finger at the bottom edge of my right pectoral muscle. He squeezed a little. At the same time, the tip of my tongue felt the tip of his tongue. It was a novel sensation that sent little electrical jolts to my dick.

I could feel his dick pushing up and against my left arm. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that I was turning on this man who had turned me on from the moment I saw him.

The hand that held my chest moved down to my inner thigh. His fingers slipped between my legs and then moved up until they bumped against my lower testicle. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me. The entire fiber of my being wanted to make him happy. His fingers found my erection, and they slowly caressed it through my shorts.

Ethan’s lips separated from mine, and he whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you from that first moment I saw you.” His fingers squeezed my shaft. “I want to put your dick in my mouth and suck you, but I’m worried about privacy. I don’t want us to get caught and ruin it.”

I brought my hand forward and ran my fingers along his temples. “My parents never come in here.”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend in here with you.”

“Is that what you are? Are you my boyfriend?” I smiled up at him.

“Are you worried that you’re just a pick-up or a one-night stand? You’re not.” He leaned forward and kissed me again.

“I won’t be just another notch on your gun belt?”

He chuckled. “I’ve been with two guys, Ben. One in high school and a lover in college who never even said goodbye when he graduated. You’re in a different league.”

The urge to unwrap his cock and to sit on it filled my brain. I’d seen it in the videos, and I wanted to try it. My rational brain took over just in time. It was too soon. I pivoted and sat up. “Should I start the movie, then?” I started to stand.

“We could make out a little more,” suggested Ethan.

At that moment, Andy burst into my room. “Well, I told them, and Mom’s all upset. She says she knew, but she’s crying about grandchildren, saying she won’t have any.”

“That’s not entirely true. There’s adoption, and my sister said she would be a surrogate for me,” said Ethan.

I looked over at Ethan and then back at Andy. “It’s a little early to think about having children. Mom will be fine; did Dad say that he knew?”

“Dad said he knew,” Andy blew out a deep breath. “I thought they’d be angry, but I didn’t expect Mom to cry.”

“I thought there’d be more screaming,” I told him. “But now that they know for sure, there’s not much else to talk about.”

The two of them just stood there not saying anything else.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” I looked toward the door, “we were about to start a movie.”

“Which one?” asked Chandler.

“It’s rated R,” added Ethan.

“Fellows!” It was my dad; it sounded as if he were in the hall. All four of us popped out of my room to find him standing at the top of the stairs. “I’m taking your mother out to eat and then we’re going to a movie. We won’t be back until nine.

“Have fun,” I called.

“We will.” His voice trailed as he went back downstairs.

“You boys have fun, too.” I did a little hand wave, and they moved down the hall toward Andy’s side of the house.

I followed Ethan back into my room. He pulled me into his arms. “Too many emotions all at once?”

“Maybe,” I replied.

“How about a hot shower?” He smiled.

“Together?” I mumbled.

“Yes,” he touched my nose with his index finger. “You’re so fucking adorable.”

“OK.”

“OK.” His smile broadened and exposed his beautiful white teeth. His hands moved to my ass, and they pulled me to him and slightly up. Our crotches rubbed together.

I heard myself moan, and I pressed my lips to his and pulled his tongue into my mouth. When I released it, he stepped back and removed his shirt. He looked at me and began to sing. His beautiful alto voice gave me shivers. “Ben, the two of us need look no more. We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone. And you, my friend, will see; You've got a friend in me.”

He reached for my shirt, and I smiled. “You know that song is about a rat named Ben.”

“It’s about friendship.” He pulled my shirt down behind me. “Oh, you’ve got some hair growing at the bottom edge of your pecs. That’s sexy.”

“Do you really think so?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he nodded as he pulled me to the bathroom door and then inside. “Start the shower for us.”

I moved to the tub and started the water. When I turned around, he stood naked before me. His body was smooth with a build between that of a swimmer and an athlete. He had no tan lines; did he sunbathe naked? A large tuft of brown pubic hair sprouted above his semi-hard dick, but his scrotum was hairless. “Now you,” he said softly. I pushed my pants and underwear down. My erection caught in the elastic of my underwear and popped out straight and hard as I continued pushing down. I stepped out of one leg and stood on them to pull my foot from the other. I stood pushing my shoulders back. Ethan smiled. “You’re beautiful, Ben.”

“You.” I stammered.

Ethan moved closer to me and stepped into the tub. At that moment, I wish I had a stand-up shower, but I stepped in as well. The water from the tap was warm, and I reached over to switch it to the showerhead. He pulled the curtain closed and stepped one leg around me as I straightened. Our dicks pushed together as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. The spray of the shower splashed against his shoulder. His tongue explored my mouth. My hands moved up to his chest, and my thumbs found little eraser-sized nipples. I rubbed them with the pad of my thumbs.

Ethan’s head pulled back. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned. In an instant, his mouth sucked my left nipple into his mouth. It felt really good, but I didn’t experience the same throw my head back and moan moment. He released my nipple and kissed me just above it. He made a trail of kisses all the way up to my neck and just below my ear. As he reached the rearmost extent of my jaw, I felt electricity bolt through my toes.

I clenched my teeth. “Oh, yeah.” I put my hand on the back of his neck. The sensation was second only to that sensation of coming when everything has been perfect. He gave me a small peck on the lips and reached for the body wash. After squirting a drop on my head, he put a small amount in his hand. He moved me toward the back of the tub and began to lather the soap on my shoulders and back. When he finished he brought one of his hands around to my chest and stomach. With the other hand, he rubbed my head and lathered the soap he had left there earlier. His hand moved off of his head, and for several moments, I felt only the water from the shower that he hadn’t blocked.

Moving my hands to the arm that encircled me, I sensed the muscles tensing, and he drew me back into him. His cock, still as hard as mine, pushed between my ass cheeks. I tilted my pelvis back and up; his shaft moved up, and he responded with, “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

Ethan dropped to his knees. He used the body wash to form a lather, and he washed my ass thoroughly. As his fingers traveled over my hole, I noted that the sensation was better than when I did it. I jumped slightly as the shower rinsed the soap away. I turned my head to see Ethan washing his crotch and ass while still on his knees. When his hands moved to my hips, I assumed he was getting ready to stand, but he pulled my cheeks apart. I felt the flat blade of his tongue begin just below my ball sack and move across my taint and up to my hole.

I released a slow, extended “fuuuuuck.” If I wasn’t ready to submit to him before, I was now. Each movement of his tongue made me want to stretch my hole over his cock. I wanted to feel him move in and out of me. His tongue movements slowed, and I took the opportunity to turn myself. As I did, he stood, and I reached for his penis. I licked the head and found it soft yet firm. I pulled it between my lips. I eased my mouth down his shaft; I’m sure that only three-and-a-half inches of it fit inside until I felt it trying to push past my mouth. I slid back off quickly.

“I wasn’t expecting it to feel that big in my mouth.”

Ethan chuckled. “It’s an average-sized dick; you just need more practice.” He pulled me up. “Want to dry off, and then I’ll let you practice some more.”

“It’s a deal.”

Out of all the new sensations of that day, being toweled off by another person was the strangest. He blotted the wet spots instead of rubbing the towel over them. As I watched the naked form move the towel over me, I wondered what we would do next.