Coach Woods

Chapter 7

Awkwardly Hot

I should probably back up a minute here.

At this point I knew a lot about Jordan (mostly from my math teacher colleague—and one of the few adults I had at least partially connected with), but I didn’t really know him all that well personally, to be honest.

Jordan was nerdy, but somehow handsome, smart as hell, but somehow incredibly naïve.  And the list could go on.

But it was very clear that he had figured out maybe even quicker than me that the tension between me and his friend Eddie was mostly sexual tension:  me the older one, seeing so much of younger me in Eddie, and ongoingly curious about this mix of rural almost stupidity and my urban experiences.

And I was still hiding from everyone how much I missed Jamal—even from Eddie, and even more how much I saw Jamal and me in Eddie and Jordan.

So I was more than happy to promise Jordan not to share any of what he was about to go into with anyone.  I just wasn’t sure I really knew where this might go.

So after Jordan threw out the blowjob question, I tried to remain composed.  But then Jordan got maybe even more shockingly honest.

“You must know I like Eddie a lot, right?”

Of course I agreed, even if I did all of a sudden feel compelled to make sure I guarded what I knew about Eddie, for some reason.

And suddenly Jordan seemed even hotter to me than I seemed to have remembered Jamal first being to me, so many years ago.

“So I hope this isn’t awkward [as I thought, probably not a great sign here], but I mostly just hope Eddie likes me, even half as much as I like him.”

And I thought, wow.  This dude may be clueless.

“But at least I think he likes me a bit, even despite my inexperience in so many things.  And I’m scared to death I will blow things if I continue being so brainy and stupid.”

Wow again.  Except this time I was shocked at how filled with clues Jordan may be.

“You really ok if I keep going here, Coach?”

And of course I blurted out “of course,” even if Jordan was seriously getting me horny somehow in ways I wasn’t quite sure I was prepared to deal with right there.

“So I know Eddie is was more experienced sexually than me, and I certainly don’t want to come across as so awkward that he doesn’t want to see me again.  So is there any chance you can give me some pointers on how to advance things?”

Shit.  Where was this going?  Even as of course I agreed again.

“So I’m with Eddie every night, basically helping him with math, and he seems fine with my touching his leg, like this.”

And Jordan’s right hand went on my thigh, and even moved up, almost shockingly close to my crotch.  Where I was increasingly convinced my hardening cock was not doing a very good job of hiding.

“Uh.  Okay.”

“But increasingly he takes a break, and even sits on his bed with me, and even leans back, even while I continue to touch his leg.  Like this.”

And the fucker had maneuvered me into lying back, as his hand cleared rubbed my balls.  And he had to know it as much as my balls did.

“So is that a sign?  Or a hint of some kind?  Or is he just trying to embarrass me into stopping?”

Fuck.  But I composed myself.  “So what do you really think it is?”

And Jordan moved his hand clearly over my balls, and even onto my cock.  Dammit.  Could it really be that Eddie wasn’t hard when Jordan did this to him?

“So does he say anything when you move your hand that far?”

“Damn.  I feel stupid.  Sometimes he smiles.  Sometimes he spreads his legs open a bit.”  Even as the fucker opened my legs further .

“I want to go further, but I’m afraid I’ve never done anything like this before, Coach.”

Shit.  “You can clearly feel my cock, right?”

Jordan went red.  “Yes, sir.  It just seems different because sometimes I worry that Eddie is as anxious as me, to be honest.”

Fuck.  That was almost like déjà vu when Jamal and I were just starting out.

“But I’m afraid if I try I won’t know what to do, Coach.”

I couldn’t stop myself:  “Fuck.  Seriously?  Try.”

“But I’m not sure he’s hard like you are now, Coach.”

Shit.  I now knew Eddie was way more in love than I had imagined.

“Take it out.”

And the fucker pulled my now throbbing cock right out of my pants.  Damn.  I was hoping like hell I wouldn’t cum too fast.

“You’ve really never sucked a cock before?”

“Just a couple of times, Coach.  But never one so big.  And never one I cared about so much.”

This fucker was way too adorable.

“Go for it.  I can let you know whether you’re doing a good job, if that’s what you really …”

And even before I finished, his mouth went over my cockhead.  Like way too far over my cockhead.  And shockingly deep down my shaft.  With skill I wasn’t sure I had ever felt, or seen, or heard of.

And before I knew it I was blowing my load.  Right down the fucker’s throat.

And he not only swallowed, but seriously sucked it right out of me.

I tried so hard not to all but convulse at hard hard he was draining me.

Where the hell could an inexperienced guy so naturally know how to suck on a cock?

I was baffled.

“You really don’t know how good you are?”

Jordan kept sucking.  Going deeper and deeper, the more I came.

And then he looked up, with cum all over his lips.

“I did ok?”

“Shit.  Did you really mean to do that to me?”

“Do what, Coach?  Was it bad?”

“Fuck.  How did you make me cum so fast?”  I couldn’t help but touch his cum-covered, somehow still naïve, face. 

Jordan went red.  “I just thought of Eddie, Coach.  I’m really not all that sexual.  I just really can’t stop thinking of him.  Almost to the point that I almost don’t dare look at him in the showers anymore.”

Fuck.  I might need to help Eddie prepare for when Jordan goes for it.

My head was still spinning.  My cock was still throbbing.  And every time cum oozed out, Jordan just instinctively went down and lapped it up.  Every fucking time.

I was trying so hard to sort out what my own game plan really should be here.  It was clearer than ever than this relationship of theirs was going to have a life of its own.

“So now I’m the one who may sound dumb.  But you really need to go down on him the next chance you have.  I will do whatever I can to help the two of you run with what develops, since I’m pretty sure you may feel overwhelmed somehow, at least at times.”

“Really?”

Fuck.  I could swear Jordan had tears in his eyes.

“Tonite, kid.  Very, very seriously.”

Shit.  I wasn’t even sure Jamal had ever exhausted me like that.

I was both more hopeful than ever that I had a mission to fulfill in this crazy town.  And halfway sorry for Eddie. 

I was sure he was not going to know what was about to hit him.