Jordan

Chapter 29

Top Tensions?

It seemed like I loved Jordan more every single time I saw him.  Even every single time I thought of him, which was pretty much non-stop now.

But I couldn’t help but worry about the future.  A coming game.  Life beyond games.  What to do.  How to live.  Especially since I was the older of us two.

Other things came and went.  Every once in a while some dick would bug me about what Jordan and I were up to.  I’d honestly feel like beating the crap out of them, and even came close a couple of times.

And sports still came in a close second after Jordan.  And I still wondered whether this new coach was helping or hurting me.

Nobody, I mean really really nobody, had ever pushed me like Coach Woods did.  Personally, I worked harder these days because of how much I loved Jordan, and because of how worried I quietly was about the future.

But Coach Woods was relentless, and it took me a while to understand he really was helping me.

My first surprise was one day when I stumbled across Coach Woods getting pissed at a lineman.  I hung back to listen, since at that time I was feeling like the only one Coach Woods was ever hard on was me.

I heard someone say “Jordan,” and of course my ears tuned in.

Coach Woods was actually defending me and Jordan to this lineman.  And not just defending, but threatening the dude.  Like “If you don’t learn to keep your fucking feelings to yourself, someone some day might just beat the shit out of you.  And honestly, I’m not that far away right now.  So fucking grow up…”

I stayed back, but started looking at Coach Woods very differently.

Even when he kept me after practice, and worked me harder than ever, almost to the point of total exhaustion.

In retrospect, even that must have been part of his scheme, since once I became too exhausted to do anymore, he started talking to me about the future.

About college sports.  About college.  About jobs.  About places.

Damn.  I don’t think I had ever been treated like such an adult before.  I can’t even describe how good that felt.

Why the fuck it made me horny, I still don’t know.  But I went hard.  He noticed.  I went even harder.

And then he brought up Jordan.

“So my guess is nobody really talks to you to, about much of anything.  Right?”

I was embarrassed somehow.  But I had to agree.

“So this may sound crazy, but why don’t you two come over and talk about the future?”  And then he laughed.  “That is if you can stop fucking long enough.”

Damn.  I was even more embarrassed.  But somehow he seemed cool with it.

“You game?”

Of course I couldn’t say no.  A hard-ass coach who was actually willing to joke about me fucking my man?  Who could have dreamed that could happen?

“You serious?”

He was almost showing off that his cock was hard.  “Definitely.  You gonna let me tell you something?”

Fuck.  I was half worried.  I was sure his cock was bigger than mine, and it both made me horny and threatened me.

“I would never say no.  Damn.  You’re both the nicest and meanest adult I think I’ve ever met.”

Damn.  I hated that my dick was staying hard.  And I knew he knew.

“I want to help you two.  Seriously.  In ways you don’t even need to imagine for now.  And as much of an ass as I may seem to you at times, I believe in you.  I believe in Jordan.  Fuck.  I believe in both of you.  And as crazy as that sounds you two are what’s keeping me here.”

I needed Jordan around.  I was almost feeling hit on.  I was feeling vulnerable.

And I was so happy Coach Woods was willing to help I halfway felt like I might cry.

I needed to protect Jordan.  I knew that.  God.  I needed him beside me asap.  Is that why I was so hard?  I knew how fucking smart Jordan was.  But I also knew he was still halfway lost in me.  At least halfway.  And I can’t even begin to explain how much I was loving that.

Coach Woods broke the awkward silence.

“So why not bring him over for dinner?”

Of course I agreed.  How could I not?

And then he dropped one of his damned jokes again.

“You can even make sure you fuck him before you come over.  Hell.  Cum in him twice so you’re relaxed.”

Shit.  His dick looked even harder through his uniform.  I almost felt like I might cum if I didn’t watch myself.

Was this good?  Was this bad?

How could it not be good?  I knew he was wiser than me.  I knew he had been through a lot.  Hell.  I even knew about his gay boyfriend who had died.  He was clearly a smart dude who had worked hard.

I couldn’t even put my fingers on what it was that threatened me the most.  And I couldn’t help but think that everything that threatened me could help me the most.  Me and Jordan the most.

“Say in two hours?  We can start slow.  You both have so much potential.”

And one last dumb adult joke.

“Even if you may both be too young to know it.” 

He gave me his number.  I was apprehensive somehow.  Coach Woods seemed to sense everything, even before it came out.  But I had seriously never felt so much like someone was actually looking out for me.  And even looking out for me and Jordan.

I breathed deep as we parted.

God.  I had never needed Jordan so bad in my entire life.

And of course the fucker was waiting for me. 

I bit his lips as he smiled at me.  He stuck his tongue in my mouth.  The harder I bit, the more gently he kissed me. 

The second he touched my cock I came.  He never cared anymore where the cum went.

I was committed to cumming in Jordan at least three times before taking him to Coach Woods’.