Eddie

Defense

I still hadn’t divulged my one meeting with Coach Woods, and here Eddie and I both seemed to have landed in the thick of things.

Little did I know at the time what a blessing that would turn out to be.

I was still so under Eddie’s spell that I barely paid attention to anything else, it seemed. 

But even I started becoming aware of some new developments.

I was still trying to figure out this whole Coach Woods situation.  Most people seemed to think he was hiding from something, and just enjoying the coaching thing.  But both Eddie and I at least suspected more than that already.

Woods was quite the anomaly, for the whole town.  Not only black, and from a big eastern city, but almost too well-built, way too well-hung (of course the guys talked, and Coach Woods wasn’t shy about hiding anything), and, honestly, way too smart for almost all of us.  And even secretly seeming to hide some crazy wealth, as far as we small town kids could tell.

He was also crazily talented as a coach, so it was little wonder that people quickly bought on to his maybe hiding from something, and helping us win games like mad in the meantime.

And seemingly the only coach ever who dared to push Eddie.  And Eddie even seriously seemed to respect him, either in spite of things or because of them.

As I was still trying to get my head around just how real all of this was with Eddie.  Especially now that he had actually been willing to reveal what was going on with Coach Woods.

And all of that was about to take an interesting turn as well…

For us guys, generally, Eddie was about as much of a stud as one could imagine.  Quarterback, of course.  Plus linebacker on defense.  With never a game going by without at least one amazing play.

Me?  I was ok, but nothing remotely close to Eddie.

So I suppose it should have been expected that someone would say something, especially the closer Eddie and I became.

So for once I wasn’t walking off the field with Eddie, mostly because Coach Woods held me back to talk.  I still couldn’t quite figure out that one, but I quietly knew I owed my first coming on to Eddie to him, so I would never not listen to him.

As Coach Woods and I finished, I tried to catch up to Eddie, as he was heading in to the showers.  I couldn’t have been more happy that he seemed to be hanging behind, waiting for me.

Then I saw Eddie talking to the biggest first-string lineman.

It wasn’t really talking though.  It seemed like Eddie said something, then the older dude said something.

And in a second the older dude was kneeling, as I slowed my walking.

Eddie had this streak of showing off, or something.  Like the day he decided to wrestle the best wrestler in the school.  And pinned him, in less than 30 seconds, as if nothing had even started.

And Eddie was holding on to this lineman’s neck like a wolf:  “So you actually listened to those guys make fun of my spending time with Jordan?  And don’t even think of fucking lying to me.”

The dude admitted it.  And Eddie squoze harder:  “And you fucking think you’re some kind of jock.”

I held back.

“So here’s the deal, dickhead.  If I ever hear of you, or anyone you know, making the slightest joke about the time I spend with Jordan, I’ll grab this fucking neck of yours so hard you’ll be on the ground in less than a heartbeat, begging to eat dirt.”

The dude actually seemed to be crying.

Damn.  Was Eddie going to be upset to see me?

The dude cried his agreement.  And Eddie let him up.

“Don’t even dare think I’m joking, dude.  What Jordan and I do is absolutely none of your damned business, or anyone else’s.  You’re not so dumb you don’t get that, right?”

He nodded, his cheeks wet with tears.

And I sighed as he looked at me.  And Eddie smiled.  His whole face motioned me towards him.

The dude was putting himself together as I approached.

And Eddie kissed me.  Right on the lips.  Right in front of the dude.

Fuck.  I lost my breath.

“Forget a single word of what I told you and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life, man.  Swear to god.”

The dude started slipping away.

“You haven’t said hi to Jordan, fuckface.”

I really didn’t know any of the jocks like that, so I did my best to be cordial as he said hi.

“Now get the hell out of here.”

As Coach Woods now approached.

“Things ok here, Eddie?”

Eddie smiled, and reached out to shake Coach Woods’ hand.

“We’re a team, right, Coach?”

It was heartwarming to see even the way they shook hands.  This really was my man.

Damn.  And Coach Woods’ smile was amazing.

“You, Jordan, and me.  And the rest of us after that.  If you ever need help, you two will let me know, right?”

Eddie kissed Coach Woods on the cheek.

“Even if I need a place to take of my man?”

Coach Woods burst out laughing.  Even as Eddie slipped his hand down the back of my shorts, and at least two fingers deep into my already throbbing hole.

“I love you, m…”

Eddie swallowed my face with a kiss, even as he looked at Coach Woods.

Coach Woods burst out laughing:  “Hold on, stud.  No need to waste your load out here…”

I started to move my hand down to hold on to Eddie’s certainly throbbing cock.

Eddie backed off, and laughed himself:  “Shit.  You know your hand will make me cum the second it comes closer.  Let’s get in to Coach’s office.”

Eddie left his fingers in my ass as he pushed me ahead.

Damn.  How could I keep loving him more?