Coach Woods

Chapter 8

The Night

That night proved to be one of the craziest nights in my life.

I couldn’t help but think of Jordan and Eddie as I fell to sleep, and couldn’t really help comparing Jordan to Jamal, and myself to Eddie.

I had already jerked off twice after Jordan left, somehow thinking that would calm me down, but I still couldn’t get my head around how Jordan was so naively hot, and so crazily sexual.

I was sure I had foresworn ever getting into any relationship again after Jamal, but increasingly I was thinking more and more about how to get involved even more with Eddie and Jordan.

That somehow seemed disloyal to Jamal, even though Jamal had been gone for years, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that my dreams drifted to old times with Jamal, although somehow Jordan kept slipping into Jamal’s place in my dreams, and Eddie seemed to either replace me, or join in with me.

I woke up three different times, hard as a rock even after having shot in my sleep.  I even jerked off more trying to calm down, but the second my head hit the pillow I was back in the dream, hard yet again, cumming yet again.

I even tried sucking myself off once.  To no avail. 

Damn.  Other than that it excited me even more, it seemed, as I swallowed my cum.

And it wasn’t even midnight when I slipped back into a deep, deep sleep, with Jamal almost appearing to me, snuggling beside me.

“You know we should get involved with Eddie and Jordan, right?”

Fuck.  Was that really Jamal talking to me?

I just listened.

“I will always love you, and I know you will always love me.  But you need to do more than just help these guys figure out life.  You need to let me help you lead them.”

I woke up again.  Had I really been crying in my sleep?

Damn.  I was missing Jamal more than ever.  Even as he seemed to be prompting me to get into a threesome. 

Was there seriously some way Jamal could also really be a part of this?

I hadn’t ever really considered something like that before, on any kind of serious level.

And I passed out again.

This time Eddie appeared, begging me to help him keep a hold of Jordan.  Begging me to coach him.  Forever.  Begging me to help him.  What?  Did he really beg me to help him fuck the shit out of Jordan?

I was never going to get through this night.  I had tried Viagra once, years ago, at Jamal’s prompting.  I had stayed hard for so long it scared me.

And now I seemed to have a permanent erection.  And somehow it felt more peaceful than anything I had ever felt.

I was halfway contemplating going and picking the two boys up and bringing them over, as I continued to fall so quickly into such a deep deep sleep.

As it occurred to me it wouldn’t really be such a bad idea for all three of us to be living together.

Full time.

How wonderful would that be?

Jordan appeared.  Swallowing even harder than he had that evening.  Fuck. 

I woke up sweating.  Covered in still more cum.  And falling to sleep even harder.

Jamal made me swear I would do my best to make this happen.  In another moment Eddie appeared and begged me to join with him.  With them.

And that damned Jordan appeared.  So fucking innocent.  And so fucking skilled.  A devil in an angel outfit.

Jamal had to have been the one who created Jordan.

I thought about taking a sleeping pill.  But every dream was so exciting I was afraid every time I woke up out of one, and so happy when it resumed, or an even better one took its place.

Shit.  I even dreamed that the three of us got married.  And that Jamal performed the ceremony.

I drifted off deeper and deeper.  The three of us were living together.  Jamal even visited somehow.

I woke up and had to jerk off again.  I seriously seemed to have stayed hard all night long, although I knew that couldn’t have really been the case.

My cock seemed longer and harder and thicker than ever.  No matter how many times I came, it felt like my balls were heavier with cum than ever.

I even dreamed that others on the team became aware of what was happening, and encouraged us on even further.  My boss encouraged us.  Even my parents encouraged us.

And I seemed to give up once I dreamed both Eddie’s and Jordan’s parents encouraged us.

I quit trying to sleep at around 4 a.m.  At least two hours before I usually got up.

I had to have a plan.  I knew I wanted this.  Maybe even more than I had ever wanted anything.  In my entire life.

This small town had no idea how much energy I could bring to bear when I wanted something.  And now I knew Jamal wanted me to want this as well.

Maybe even more than I had wanted Jamal.  But that didn’t matter, because I was sure I had his blessing.

I was even sure he was going to help me.

I knew I had to help Eddie and Jordan get as tight as possible, even if I didn’t think that was really going to require much effort.  Shit.  They may already love each other even more than Jamal and I had loved each other.

I had to let them know I just wanted to be supportive.  What a lie.  I wanted to fuck the shit out of Jordan.  For real.  I even wanted to fuck Eddie.

I worked out.  I was going to need to up my game. 

I knew I was a good catch anyway.  But I had to be more.

For me.

For Eddie.

For Jordan.

Even for Jamal.

I was sure I had never slept so terribly in my whole life.  And yet also so wonderfully.

My hope of finding myself in this crazy little town had happened.  My future had revealed itself.

I upped my game, even in getting myself ready for that day.  I tightened myself up with a good workout.  I dressed more carefully.  I put on cologne.  Hell.  I hadn’t done that forever.

Fuck.  I hadn’t even bothered looking at myself in a mirror for ages.

I could do this.  I could swear I even saw Jamal looking at me in the mirror.

He really seemed to want this as badly as I did.

I knew Eddie and Jordan were going to love it.  I knew Jamal was going to love it, wherever he might be out there.

And my fucking cock really wouldn’t calm itself down, even as I tried to pack it away.

Shit.  I didn’t care who was afraid of how big my cock was anymore.  Or who might be worried about what a hard-ass coach I could be.

I didn’t even care about shocking these rural locals about how smart I was.  Or about how well off I was.

I breathed deep.  I kissed my picture of Jamal.

I knew I was going to need a picture of Eddie and Jordan around.  So I could kiss it as well.

Damn.  I knew I was going to need to play it slowly.  I was still so fucking horny.

It seemed like my soul had grown larger.