Andy's Little League Coach

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.

When Ethan finished, he handed me the towel. He wanted me to use the same towel to dry him. I started at his shoulders. I kissed them before blotting them dry.

“That feels so nice.”

His remark made me feel good. I kissed down his right arm, back up again, across his chest, and then down and up his left arm. Ethan giggled when I kissed down over his abs. I blotted around his cock and then kissed it. I wrapped my lips around it and pulled it into my mouth. I wanted to get more of that hard rod into my mouth than I had just a while ago. I concentrated on what I felt as I pushed myself farther down. I pulled back so my lips were holding onto the head. I felt his cock pulse and jump. I took a deep breath through my nose and slid my lips back down. When the head hit the back of my mouth, I had to fight the urge to gag.

I could still breathe, so I pulled in more air and tried to swallow, as I would if I had taken a large pill. The head of his dick went into my throat. Ethan let out a “Fuck, yeah,” and I tried to take just a little more. I wanted to take the rest of it in, but my abs tightened, and I felt a sudden need for air. I pulled away and fell back on my butt.

Ethan kneeled next to me. “That was awesome.” He kissed me. “You’re going to be a pro at that before too long. I just know it.” He stood and pulled me up as well. “Now, I want to show you something.”

“Let’s go into the bedroom.”

“Not yet. Not today.” He pushed me back against the sink and dropped down to his knees again. Although my dick was the same size as his, he easily swallowed my entire erection. When he pulled back, he didn’t release me. I could feel my dick moving between his lips and against the roof of his mouth. His tongue kept my cock pressed there as I moved in and out. The feeling was so intense that I began to feel dizzy. I place one hand on top of his head. My breathing became rapid and shallow, and then I unloaded my semen into him, not once or twice, but four times; and each time seemed to be with the same force as the first.

Ethan stood up. Cum dripped from one of the corners of his mouth. I bent forward and cleared it with my tongue. Then I kissed him, and he kissed back. His kiss was different; it was more forceful and passionate, yet it was still tender. When he stopped, I rested my forehead on his shoulder. His hand held the back of my neck.

“Let’s lay down on the bed,” I suggested.

“No, baby, we’re going to get dressed and snuggle on your sofa. I don’t care what movie you put on.”

My dad sat down with me at breakfast the next morning. “So, you want to tell me about this guy you're dating?”

“You saw him; you met him. He’s handsome; he’s polite,” I smiled.

“He’s older than you.”

“Yeah. He is. Five years older. I know that’s a lot.”

“Maybe.” He poured himself some apple juice. “My grandparents were ten years apart, so maybe not. The thing that’s more likely a concern is how much change you’ll go through in the next five years. Will he still like the person you become?”

I looked up at my dad.

“It’s just something to be aware of, Ben. People change as they get older. Men especially seem to grow a lot during their early twenties. Sometimes the love deepens with that change. I can tell that you like him, and the way he looked at you tells me that he likes you a lot, too.”

“I’ll try to be careful,” I told him.

“What are your plans for today?”

“I’m going to vacuum the pool and weed the front flower bed. The stain for the bridge will be here Tuesday, so that’s what I’ll work on after school. Did you need me to do something else?” I took my last bite of waffle.

“No. I just wondered whether you were going out later.”

“Not that I know of. Ethan said he had plans for today and would text me later.” I sat and watched him take a bite of his waffle.

“Do you want another waffle?” My brother called from the kitchen. I heard my mother tell him that she could have shouted the question herself.

“Sure,” I hollered back, “Do you want one, too, Dad?”

He nodded, his mouth still chewing.

“Dad wants another one, too.”

Andy stuck his head into the room. “So, he wants two?”

“You should have named him Richard.” Dad started to laugh.

“What?” asked Andy. “Why is that funny?”

“Because the nickname for Richard is Dick.”

Andy rolled his eyes and went back into the kitchen.

My father looked at me and shook his head. “Don’t call your little brother Richard, Benjamin. It’s not nice.”

I smirked. “I promise not to do it again in front of you.”

My dad sighed.

When I finished my chores, I took a long hot shower. I remembered every moment from the night before. I blotted my skin as I thought about how it felt when Ethan had done it. After, I crawled back into my bed, and I pretended that he was there with me. My spare pillow was not up to the task, but I made do. I imagined what it would feel like when he pushed himself into me and I stretched open. I moved my hips to welcome him inside. I imagined that he kissed me as I moaned at the pleasure of feeling his hardness move in and out. The feelings would intensify until we finally released at the same time.

I was out of breath, as though I’d run a marathon. I lifted my head; my stomach and my right hand were now covered in love juice. I went back into the bathroom and showered myself clean again. Once back in bed, I picked up my phone. No new messages. I felt a sudden sadness, and a pit formed in my belly. The feeling worsened as the afternoon turned into the evening. I didn’t feel like going to school the next day.

He said I wasn’t a one-night stand, and I believed him. He hadn’t fucked me. I’d have let him, but he didn’t want to go into the bedroom. I was confused. I’d spent most of the day just staring straight ahead in my classes. I got into my car and drove home. When I got there, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a cookie from the jar. I took a bite and headed up the stairs. I finished a few math problems and then looked through the movies I’d recorded.

Noise downstairs and then in the hall told me that my brother had come home. I could hear Chandler with him, and if it were possible, my spirits would have dropped further. I got my notebook out and labeled a page “Gaslight.” I’d heard the phrase, and I planned to watch the movie that defined it. I was making the letters a little fancier with shading when the first ping hit my phone.

“Just pulled up to my parents’ old house. I think it needs some painting.”

Suddenly the phone began to ding like crazy. The messages popped up on the screen so fast that I couldn’t read them. When they stopped arriving, I scrolled back to read them.

“I’m sitting here with my dad. He isn’t feeling well.” The time indicated the message was sent yesterday afternoon.

“Wish he had told me he wasn’t well, would have come sooner.”

“Finally found the thermometer. He’s got a 101.”

“Thought I’d visit him for lunch and head back, but he seems worse.”

“He sipped a little broth and says it made him feel better.”

“He took a little nap, but he feels hot and his forehead is damp.”

“Decided to stay the night. I wanted to see you or at least chat. Phone has no bars.”

“I know it’s late, but thinking about you. Dad is sleeping soundly. I’m glad I have Mondays off.”

“I wanted to talk to you in the middle of the night, but I didn’t want to wake you. Miss you.”

“Thinking about you.”

“Just got up. You’re on my mind.”

“Looks like a nice day. Dad wanted to sit on the porch; he ate a piece of toast and more broth. Says he feels better.”

“He finally looks better, too. Ate more. I’m heading back this afternoon. Can I see you?”

I immediately texted back. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

There was no reply for about five minutes.

“I had to pull over so I could text you back. I’m driving straight to your house. I’m about thirty minutes away.”

‘Gaslight’ would have to wait. Even though my room didn’t need it, I gave it a quick once over. I hurried into my bedroom and made the bed. I made sure no evidence of my earlier adventure into fantasy was left. When I was sure everything was perfect, I went downstairs and put two cookies in a ziplock baggie and sat on the front steps to wait for Ethan.

As soon as his car entered the driveway, I was up and running to him. He parked behind my car. I was at his door before he was able to get out. I pulled the door open and threw myself at him. “I was so worried when I didn’t hear from you.” I kissed him. “All your messages came through about the same time less than an hour ago.”

“Oh, Ben. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking that no bars meant you weren’t getting my messages. What a dolt.”

“No, you’re not. You were worried about your dad. I have a cookie for you. Is he doing OK?”

“He’s doing great.” Ethan pushed me out of the car and got out himself. He closed the door and pushed me against the car. He pressed his body into mine and kissed me again. “I could have used a hug and kiss last night.”

I pulled him back to me and kissed his ear.

“You know that has no effect on me, right?” Ethan’s smile became a smirk.

I reached down to his crotch and felt his hardening cock. “Liar.” I laughed.

“Well, maybe a little,” he admitted.

“Maybe four inches worth?”

“You know damn well it’s seven.” He pushed his hand between my legs.

“I know I am, but we’re talking about you.”

“Fuck you, boy, you know I’m bigger than four inches.”

“I’ll give you six and a half.” I laughed.

“Upstairs. Measuring tape.” He laughed. “We’ll see who’s been exaggerating.”

“That we will, Mr. Metric System.”

“Oh, yeah?” I kissed him again, and this time our tongues met. “I want you.”

We locked eyes. His large pupils were serious, and his eyes were full of fire. Were they burning with true and honest love? Was I about to find out?