Jordan

My One Temporary Secret

So I guess now is as good a time as any to come clean, with myself as well as with Jordan.

The magic with Jordan was honestly magic. I was terrified more than Jordan was of where this might go, only beat by how terrified I might be if it somehow stopped going.

I quietly knew I was cocky, proud and arrogant, even if there might be some good reasons for some of it.

But Coach Woods really was saving me. From myself, more than anything.

He was like a prayer answered that I never actually had the courage to say, let alone hope for.

As a coach, he was harder on me than anyone I had ever known. Period. He knew when I was dogging it. He knew when I was coasting. And he dared push me until I could actually see a way forward. I’d temporarily resent him. Then be more grateful for him than I would have imagined.

Time and again.

The only thing I could think of similar, to how he could read me, was how I could Jordan. And as smart as Jordan was, he still didn’t seem to see how we was mostly just letting me in. In ways I was sure had never happened before.

And the more I saw of Jordan, the more I loved.

Coach Woods knew how to push me almost to my breaking point, and then understand that my breaking point was still out there.

I was making progress athletically like never before.

How he did it was still a mystery to me. Was it because he was from such a different place than me? Was it because we were somehow kindred spirits? Was it because he scared me so much?

And then there was his damned past, that it took me so long to pay attention to.

It was clear how smart he was. It was clear how attractive he was. It was clear how strong and athletic he was. And sure, it was also clear how well-endowed he was.

What was not so clear was all the things he hid from so many people, most of which would never have dawned on me had he not been willing to share.

Nobody would have believed he was gay. Nobody would have believed he was still so in love with Jamal, almost even more so after the tragic accident.

And I was still trying to get my head around why in the world he might be willing to spend so much time on me, as well as time on Jordan, and even time on helping us become a couple. It was like he could see the future somehow. It was like his thoughts kept me going, when I really had no idea I’d be able to keep up.

His quiet sexual jokes my way shocked me at the beginning. I couldn’t even understand them. I almost hoped he might be coming on to me. But I gradually figured out he really might be living almost through me. And Jordan. And the two of us.

Jordan had no idea how much that comforted me. When I dropped my girlfriend. Not when Jordan first sucked me off. Not when I first fucked him.

But when I made love to him. It was Coach Woods’ support that helped me move forward. Allowed me to see beyond my fears.

And of course I didn’t really dare let on how much I needed his support. Sexually even more than athletically. There were even times when I would have preferred to be one of his tricks. I knew he must have had plenty already.

But it was increasingly clear he was like my older brother. Like my dad. Like my and Jordan’s dad. Even like our own special angel, or warlock, or whatever.

God. I had to believe in Coach Woods being able to see beyond this fucking little town. To see how he and Jamal really could live on through me and Jordan.

And I went from him scaring me into going immediately soft, when I thought I could be cocky, to my cumming in and with Jordan so much I had no idea at all where that energy came from. Let alone the cum.

But I knew I had to. For Jordan. For me. And of course to prove us to Coach Woods.

He knew it. He loved it. Him hearing what Jordan and I were going through put a smile on his face like no other. Damn. How did anybody ever get gifted with that amazing of a smile?

I all but prayed to the man. And every single time he came through.

As I fell deeper and deeper in love with Jordan.

Shit.

I had never known anybody who had fallen so hard or so fast for anyone. Ever.

I tried to tell Coach Woods once. He laughed. And he clearly went rock hard.

I almost wanted to sit down and jerk off with him. Even just once. To somehow make things seem a bit lighter.

And the fucker caught me.

“You’re better than that.” Even as he grabbed his hard dick, well aware that mine was maybe even harder.

“Don’t kid yourself. The two of you help me embrace my love for Jamal like nobody. Ever. Before I came here it hurt too much to remember. Now Jamal is with me, all the time. That man can still make me cum, just thinking of him. And you two have it in you, if you’ll just embrace it.”

He laughed. “This is like my old scared self talking out loud to me all over again. Jamal and I went through it. Even in the big city. We just had more help. More friends. And Jamal helped me embrace it. Just like I am sure Jordan is helping you.”

He even seemed embarrassed. “Sure. I cum thinking of how hot the two of you must be together. And someday I might take a bit of advantage. You’re like my living porn. But not nearly as hard as I shoot when I remember Jamal.”

And one more time Coach Woods sent me on my way.

And that night I came in Jordan more than I had ever remembered cumming. In my whole life.

God. I never wanted anybody’s soul like I wanted Jordan’s. Like I needed Jordan’s.

I prayed like mad that Jordan would want me even half as much as I needed him.

Coach Woods was saving me. Saving us.

And the next day was the day I dunked the basket.

I came just thinking of how excited I was for our future.

And I knew I needed to help Jordan know Coach Woods was there for us.

Even if more than anything I knew I needed Jordan.