Coach Woods

As the days passed, it seemed more and more clear than Eddie and Jordan seemed to be hitting it off big time.  I was both happy and sad, although I still felt like there was some additional role I could play as they worked on growing up and beyond this small town.  And on top of that, I wasn’t really minding the coaching, or the number of times I would think about Eddie and Jordan and remember good old times with Jamal.

So as I was walking off the field from practice, I wasn’t remotely ready for what was about to happen, as I thought I heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Jordan asking if I might have a minute for him.

I had never really spoken to Jordan much, even though I had been making sure his physics teacher was pushing him as hard as I saw myself pushing Eddie.  Neither of them seemed to have been challenged much, and I really did believe they had so much to look forward to if they could just maneuver their way out of that little town, even as I continued to almost fantasizing my playing some kind of role there.

“Hi, Coach.  I know we haven’t really spoken much, but I’m wondering if I might be able to talk to you for a minute or two, if that’s ok.”

Damn.  The kid was even more shy than I had imagined, reminding me so much of Jamal I started going hard just at the thought of talking to Jordan, for even a few minutes.

I couldn’t help but smile.  Jordan had no idea what role I had played in helping Eddie along.

I did a terrible job at hiding my enthusiasm.

“Anything.  Anywhere.  For as long as you want.”

Fuck.  I had slipped into my first days with Jamal, and knew I was all but babbling, no matter how much that really didn’t seem to be me.

Jordan went red, almost embarrassed for me, it seemed.

“Is it ok to talk here, or is there some better place?  I really am sorry, but I guess I’m hopeful you’re enough of an outsider you won’t hold things against me too much.”

Shit.  Rock hard, and hoping it didn’t show, at least too much.  I couldn’t tell where Eddie was, why they weren’t walking off together, as they almost always did.  Let alone how the hell I was supposed to answer such a seemingly simple question.

Fuck.  I had to get ahold of myself.

“Uh.  You wanna talk here, or you want to talk somewhere more quiet?  I’ll come up with whatever time you need.  You’re Eddie’s friend, no?”

I tried so hard to pretend I wasn’t already deeper into all this than I was sure Jordan could possibly imagine.

“Maybe somewhere more quiet?  Dang.  I really don’t want to embarrass myself too much, but I don’t really know who else to talk to.”

My cock was softening.  The kid really was serious, as I actually felt my heart going out to him.  What could he possibly want to talk to me about?

“We can go to my place, if you want.  It’s not that far away, and you won’t have to worry about anything.  Honestly.”

Damn.  That was as sincere a response as I had given to anybody for as long as I could remember.  No wonder Eddie loved the kid.

“Change, shower, and meet me back here.  Like 5-10 minutes?”

He smiled, so politely.  “Thank you so much, Coach.  I promise not to take up any more time than I have to.”

Fuck.  I knew none of those were come-on lines.  But every word out of his mouth seemed to make me hornier.

I rushed, even quicker than him, waiting in the parking lot, and doing my damnedest not to be too horny.  Where the hell was Eddie, come to think of it?

So there came Jordan.  Somehow almost embarrassed more and more the closer he got.

And as soon as he got in my car it was like he quietly exploded, almost on the verge of tears, it seemed.

“You know Eddie, right?”

Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.

“Of course.”

“Is it bad if I ask you some relationship questions?  I just have no idea who else to turn to with something like this.”

Shit.  I was driving as slow as possible, and somehow as fast as possible.  This fucker can’t really make me cum in my pants.

I turned red, although I was doubting, at the same time hoping, he noticed.

“You know Eddie and I are pretty good friends, right?”

I almost laughed, but I stopped myself, even as I thought:  “Sure.  Who fuck all the time?”

“Uh.  Yeah.”

Jordan was struggling with how to say what he wanted to say.

I knew I had to help him.

Fuck.  It felt like my heart was going to cum, somehow.

“Just talk to me, Jordan.  I’ve actually noticed the two of you for some time already.”  Even as we pulled into my driveway.  Fuck.  I was having such a hard time trying to go soft.

Jordan was still hesitant, but it seemed like he was going to burst if he didn’t get something out.

“Can I really ask you something really embarrassing, Coach?”

And before I could say anything, as he walked in the door, it just came out.

“Can I talk to you about blow jobs?”

I knew my eyes went wide.  I tried to normalize them as soon as possible, at the same time I tried to stop my heart from racing.

Fuck.  Again and again.

I got my breath.  I even put my hand on his shoulder.  I couldn’t tell if my cock was going hard or soft or both, at the same time.

“Seriously.  You can talk to me about anything.  Honestly.”

“I mean, you’ve had your dick sucked before, right?”

God damn.  I was holding back harder than ever.

“I have.”

And then I added.  “You really don’t need to worry, Jordan.  About anything.  At all.”

And he spilled it.

“Damn.  I love Eddie, Coach.  And I want to please him so bad.  But I worry that I might not please him sexually.  And I’m sure he’s had plenty of attention over time.”

He really had just spit it out.  I was leaking so bad I knew it had to show.

“Can you tell me what makes a blow job good?  I know this all sounds stupid, but I don’t want him to hate me cause I don’t know how to make him cum enough.”

Fuck.  The kid was all but making me cum, just talking to me.  I was starting to wonder how Eddie wasn’t fucking the kid out of his mind, as often as possible.

I tried to compose myself.

I had never even dreamed of how much I might end up getting involved here.