Coach Woods

A couple of days passed. Of course I paid attention to Eddie, but increasingly maybe even more so Jordan. Even though it was Eddie I felt like I related to more, it was Jordan who I really thought about whenever I remembered Jamal. Doing my damnedest to recreate that relationship, and with a bit of luck help it live on, was increasingly what kept me going. That was what helped me dare to dream about Jamal at night, what helped me cum in my sleep, and occasionally even got me horny during the day, almost recalling my good old times with Jamal.

Damn. I knew I was going to love Jamal forever.

No matter how much I may think about Jordan, however, and even watch him from a distance, it was Eddie I had to work on. The fucker seemed to have almost every flaw I had ever had myself, even if they did come up with a fair number of gifts I had been blessed with.

There were times when Jordan almost seemed like a reincarnation of Jamal. So damn hard for me to read at times, no matter how badly I wanted to. So easy to make me recall the times I hadn’t really appreciated all Jamal and I had, almost to the point that I could fall into blaming myself for his freak car accident and tragic death.

But still I watched. And waited, both patiently and impatiently, for some real change in Eddie, at least towards Jordan. I didn’t care if he remained an asshole jock to everyone else. For him, for me, for Jordan, and for Jamal, I had to do my best to help him be more, to Jordan.

The day after I dragged him to my house, of course I was curious whether he had followed through like he told me he would. Of course I wanted him to come to me and prove that I was succeeding.

But I was old enough to know that love was never really all that easy.

That next day it both seemed like Eddie and Jordan were both closer and yet more distant somehow.

Shit. Had my what little work I had done so far already backfired?

So it wasn’t until Eddie finally turned to me after practice, three days later, that an opportunity came for me to learn at least a bit. And of course that meant that my impatience had increased, that I jerked off looking at Jamal’s picture and at Jordan’s, and that I couldn’t help but be harder on Eddie in practice, once again.

Was the fucker always going to force me to all but beat him before he would ever learn to turn to me?

This time was different, though. I was heading off the field, pissed off because I hadn’t really learned anything, mad enough that I threw a couple more passes right at Eddie on the field, almost knocking him over, almost like the first time that I demanded that he respect me more than he had learned to do so far in life, and yet still more horny than I seemed to have been for some time.

As I headed back to shower, by myself, there came Eddie.

“Fuck, Coach. Are you never going to like me?”

And the shit just reminded me that he wasn’t the only jock around who still had at least a bit of asshole in him. Damn. If Jamal was still around to help me be better…

I smiled. “So I’m supposed to be reaching out to you here? Fuck yourself. I’m the coach, or have you forgotten that?”

“Damn. It’s so easy for me to get along with so many people. And then there’s you. And Jordan.”

Interesting, I thought. But I did look at him curiously.

“Will you please give me some damned time? This is too hard for me all by myself.”

I stopped. “Of course you must know I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

He was about as serious as I had ever seen him. “Is there any chance we can talk for a bit at your place?”

Hm. Maybe more interesting. And of course there were memories in my own past I recalled, as I agreed: “Get showered. No matter how dumb you may seem at times, you know I’ll give you as much time as you need. Even if it does seem so damned hard for you to let yourself be vulnerable.”

I showered. He showered. I picked him up again, as he headed for his truck in the parking lot. I knew my car was more cool than his truck. Even if that was that bit of my old self that seemed to be reappearing. Fuck. I missed Jamal more and more.

We got to my place. I held the door open for him. Of course I noticed him look at where my picture of Jamal had been.

“Wow. You’ve replaced it with a picture of the two of you?”

Shit. He was paying more attention than I think I would have expected.

“May I hold it?”

I laughed, almost in spite of myself. “Sure. If you strip first, of course.”

Why I was getting in the habit of making him strip was a bit odd, I suppose. But somehow it was a way I thought I could make sure he was vulnerable.

Eddie dropped his clothes even more quickly than before, and even grabbed his dick as he held the picture.

“God. The two of you together are even more attractive than either one of you on your own.”

He was even going hard.

But I knew that wasn’t why he wanted to talk.

“So what’s going on, kid?”

“You almost make you make me want to call you dad, or big bro, or something other than just coach.”

I laughed. “I do have a name, you know.”

“Fuck. I feel like such a dumb bitch around you at times.”

“And that’s what you want to talk about?”

Eddie sighed. There was something weighing on his mind. So to put him at ease, I stripped myself, and sat down beside him on the couch.

“May I kiss you?”

Odd. But of course I agreed.

A gentle one. Almost surprised. He might be almost as good of a kisser as I was.

“I really am trying, Coach. All these emotions I have seem so crazy at times though.”

Wow. He really was going serious.

“I looked in his eyes. Jordan’s.”

“And you went hard?”

“I was already hard, Coach. Just thinking about him gets me hard. But what if I screw up?”

“Screw up?”

“The more I let myself go, the more it occurs to me I’ve probably never really loved anybody. Jordan knew I was hard. We even played around a bit. But I can’t treat him like I have others.”

The kid may actually be maturing.

“I’ve never known anyone who lets me read them like he lets me. It’s almost like he’s begging me to. But he dates girls almost as much as I do, even though I’m pretty sure he’s not nearly as sexual.”

“Hm.”

And Eddie had gone soft. Which wasn’t lost on me, as I grabbed his cock and pointed it out to him. Whether he had noticed that I had gone soft as well was something I didn’t really care about.

“So?”

“Do you think I have it in me to actually show him I love him?”

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“Do you?”

“Do I have it in me?”

“No. Do you love him?”

Damn.

“Honestly, I’m both anxious to hope you do, and scared that my impatience will force you to go places you don’t really want to go.”

Eddie actually grabbed his own soft cock and balls and looked at me.

“I can’t even describe how happy I am around him.”

“Have you told him?”

I pulled my own cock, almost to show that I could tell he was actually trying to be shy, almost.

“Fuck. That I love him?”

I looked in his eyes. He looked in mine.

“Can you tell whether you’re just horny for him, or whether there’s something more?”

Eddie breathed deep.

“What if I need your help, Coach?”

“My help?”

“I feel so much more than horny for him that I feel stupid, to be honest. But it’s also the first time in my life that I think of sex as something more than just getting off. It’s almost like it scares me.”

“So?”

“Can you guide me a bit?”

“Fuck.” Now I knew I was serious, as I almost instinctively grabbed my own cock and balls, almost like Eddie had done.

“I am way too hopeful for you two. But you two haven’t actually had sex yet, then?”

“Uh. No. I’m too afraid I’ll do it wrong somehow.”

I smiled. And my cock went hard.

“You guys really are such hicks around here. So I’ll give you one piece of advice. But only if you promise to do it. Today.”

Eddie went hard.

“I promise.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.”

“You know you’re seeing him tonight?”

He looked at me, almost incredulously. “Without fail. I can’t even sleep anymore unless I’ve been able to at least touch him.”

“Cocky bastard.” I smiled, even as I knew my cock was leaking a bit of pre-cum.

“Kiss him. Tonight.”

And then I popped him in the nuts.

“Just not with this.”

He looked at me, even in a bit of pain.

“I thumped his chest,” almost making him lose his breath.

“With this. And don’t tell me that sounds too hard.”

“You swore.”

He breathed deeply.

“I did.”

We were both quiet.

“Can I think of you and Jamal while I do?”

I smiled inside, even if I did try to hide it from him.

“Damn. I almost hate it when you make me like you.”