Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2010 19:14:47 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine - Sunday in Denver, Marco & Me and Wrestling Season

Matt's Story

I wake early Sunday morning; Marco my new found love has turned away from
me in the night so now he is spooned inside of me, the warmth of his body
is great. It was so cool in North Capitol Hill yesterday, I was more
outwardly bold than I felt, I'd only been there once before and only really
knew of it because the guy I was with had heard Hamburger Mary's had the
best burgers in town. He was totally straight and had no idea it was a
mostly gay place in a gay area. I took it all in stride and it did have
great burgers.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom and take a quick shower hoping I
don't wake Marco, I have other plans for him. I towel off well and kill the
light before opening the door. I have to let my eyes adjust to the dark
bedroom. Marco is in the position I left him in and I crawl back into bed,
but not behind Marco, in front. I slide under the covers and take his soft
cock in my mouth gently; I don't want to wake him right away.

I find that licking the head gets it to spring up pretty quickly and once
he is fully hard I start to suck him in earnest and not overly gently
because I need his cooperation for phase two. I feel him stir.

"Mmm," a groggy voice says, "what a nice way to wake up," and then he
giggles at his own pun.

I come out from under the covers and kiss him quickly.

"Go Broncos," I say.

He giggles some more, "go fucking Broncos."

"Now isn't that ironic, that is exactly what I had in mind." That snaps
Marco wide awake.

"Fuck yeah, climb on board cowboy!"

"Oh hell no Marco, you had your fun last night, today is my turn"

"Shut...... up, Matt Kendrick, all-state football, state wrestling champion
wants lil' 'ol me to fuck him."

"Oh honey, you might be young, but there ain't nothin' little about you so
you are going to have to go slow, I ain't no hoochie mama. No one has
fucked me since Justin and that was my freshman year of college the last
time."

He kisses me. "You really want to then?"

"Marco, I am dying to have you in me, get the lube."

I roll over the top of Marco and get on my back and throw the covers off
while Marco grabs the bottle.

"How do you want to do this?" He asks.

"We don't have that long and I don't know when we'll have more chances once
we are back in Cheyenne so just lift my legs and you know the rest."

"Well don't expect much, I've only fucked one guy once and that was
just...."

He almost says yesterday, but he catches himself and I feel a little guilty
for having watched him and Evan, even though it was dang hot.

"Don't worry babe, you'll be fine, I'm sure, now git busy."

Marco gets in between my legs and leans forward to kiss me, I feel his big
cock touching my balls and even though it scares me, I can't wait for it to
be in me. Marco goes back to his knees, puts lube on his dick, lube on my
dick and strokes me a few times and then lubes his fingers and starts to
loosen me up for the ultimate violation. The first finger isn't too bad, it
almost feels nice, but then second finger is a bit more challenging and I
wince a little.

"We don't need to do this Matt if it hurts you."

"The hell we don't need to do it, you just keep going, I'll be fine."

I am feeling more relaxed and Marco adds his thumb to the first two
fingers.

"Are you ready Matty?"

"Yeah, go for it."

Marco lifts my legs a little higher and scoots closer. He places his big
head at my hole and slips just the head in.

"Ugh" I involuntarily gurgle.

"Are you ok?" Marco asks.

"I'm fine, get ready to slide it in deeper when you feel me push out, just
follow back in as I relax, but go slowly."

I push against the invading alien and then relax and Marco does a great job
of sliding in gently as he can behind my relaxation. He keeps coming in
deeper and deeper and I wonder if I am going to gag in a minute from it
coming out my mouth. Oh I know a lot of people don't think 6 3/4" - 7"
isn't very big, but when you have only had one guy and he was just over 6"
on a good day and slender like a magic marker instead of Marco's D battery
thickness, it is a REALLY big deal.

Marco finally hits bottom, my bottom, and stops. He knows to let me adjust
and he shifts his position a little too. After about 30 seconds Marco looks
at me and I nod the go ahead. He pulls back slowly and then pushes back in,
I knew the first couple of minutes would be uncomfortable, but yikes, I
shut my eyes and have to control myself from crying out or Marco will stop,
I just have to relax, it will be ok in a bit and then heaven, it always is.

As Marco picks up speed I relax more and reopen my eyes and see Marco has
his closed. My God is he cute! I run my hands over his well developed
chest, it isn't bulky, just solid, because Marco is wrestling 119's this
season, and weighs about 125, there isn't an ounce of fat on him. He still
has those dime sized nipples I've admired in the past and as I play with
them he gasps. I stroke his sides as he continues to bang deep in me. The
pain is gone replaced by mild discomfort, but the mild discomfort is more
than compensated for by the work out my prostate is getting as Marco bangs
into it. He has had a good steady pace going for more than five minutes now
or maybe closer to ten because I can see sweat beading on his forehead.

I slide my hands down to his rock hard buns and I love the feel of them
flexing and relaxing as he drives into me and pulls back. I give them a
good squeeze as he relaxes and he misses half a beat, but he reopens his
eyes and smiles down at me and I wish Evan was at the door getting a video
of this because I'd love to keep this moment forever, I don't know that
I'll ever be as content or happy with a sexual experience ever again. The
look in Marco's eyes is something I may never capture or see again.

His breathing is getting labored so I know he is getting close, I release
his butt and return to stroking myself so I can climax when he does. Marco
picks up the pace a little and brings his knees off the bed, when he is
pushing all the way in now he is REALLY all the way in, any more in and his
body would fuse with mine.

We haven't talked a lot this session, but now Marco croaks, 'close Matt,
really close'. He leans forward to kiss me passionately, he pulls back and
then gasps twice, but I don't feel anything and then like a surprise
tsunami I feel hot jets streaming into me and the pulsing of Marco's dick,
I clamp down on it and Marco shouts, 'oh fuck' and shoots some more. My
dick is getting ready to explode too and before it does I point it at Marco
and then blam! the first shot hits him square in the chest and he starts
laughing and giggling. He stops pumping and slumps to his knees, but
doesn't pull out right away. I hit him with three more squirts before it
turns to a drizzle. Now he pulls his softening dick out of me and lies on
top of me, he moves side to side so to smear my cum from his chest back all
over me, giggling while he does it. I wrap my arms around him and he puts
his ear on my shoulder with his nose in my cheek.

"Did I do ok," he whispers.

I am overwhelmed by emotion. Yesterday it was Marco who cried, today it is
me.

"What's wrong Matt?" He lifts his head, suddenly concerned.

"Nothing and everything Marco," I look at him and run my fingers through
his hair, "you did better than ok, that was the most incredible moment. I
wish I could bronze it and put it over the fireplace. I wish you were 18
and graduating high school and we could run away to California or Europe or
someplace where we could be open and as long as I am wishing, I wish we
could stay in this bed forever and never get out."

I kiss him again. He is getting emotional now too so before we turn into
the sobs sisters, I roll him onto his back and kiss him hard and
passionately twice and then roll out of bed pulling him after me. I hold
his hand and drag him into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and while it
heats I kiss him, I spin us around and he looks at me puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"I wanted to see your ass in the mirror, while I was kissing you."

He he, "That's hot!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Marco's Story


Matt is in the shower when I wake up and I debate joining him in the
shower, but I am glad I don't because when he slips back into bed he ducks
under the covers and takes my soft cock on his mouth and starts licking my
head so I don't stay soft long. After a bit he starts really going to town
and I can't pretend to be asleep any more.

"Mmm what a nice way to wake up," I say.

Matt comes out from under the covers and kisses me.

"Go Broncos," Matt says.

Fuck, that is funny and I don't know why, "go fucking Broncos," I respond.

"Now isn't that ironic, that is exactly what I had in mind."

Well now THAT gets my attention and I sit up, "fuck yeah, climb on board
cowboy!"

"Oh hell no Marco, you had your fun last night, today is my turn"

Did I just hear right, Matt wants me to fuck him?

"Shut up, Matt Kendrick, all-state football, state wrestling champion wants
lil' 'ol me to fuck him."

"Oh honey, you might be young, but there ain't nothin' little about so you
are going to have to go slow, I ain't no hoochie mama."

Damn and Matt thinks I'm big, he should have seen Evan's, but I am psyched
anyway. I've dreamed of Matt fucking me (that dream came true) me sucking
Matt (that one too), but somehow I never dreamed or ever thought he would
want to suck me off or have me fuck him. I guess I thought he was too macho
to be gay or even bi.

I grab the lube and there is my man on his back waiting for me. Evan pops
into my head, crap do I feel guilty and confused. I never would have
pursued things with Evan if I had thought I had a chance with Matt, but now
that I have.... Evan is so cool and so hot at the same time. What do I do
with two hot men who are both really cool? I've been in love with Matt
forever and now I think he loves me back, but I've been falling for Evan
ever since I met him at Matt's last year.

I'll figure it out later, right now I'm about to enter Nirvana. I work my
fingers in to loosen him up, he gets what seems pretty loose so I ask,

"Are you ready Matty?"

"Yeah, go for it," he tells me.

I place my head at his hole and I just push it in like yesterday only it
doesn't slide in as easily as it did in to Evan. Matt makes a noise, I know
that hurt. He says he is ok though and to keep going. I drive in as far as
I can and rest to let him adjust to me and then I start. His eyes are
closed and I am guessing he is hurting, but if he wants me to stop, he'll
tell me. I can't believe how tight he is, man this feels great. My eyes are
closed too and now I open them and Matt is staring into my eyes. He is so
beautiful. I can't believe he says he loves me. Oh shit I am getting close,
I tell Matt and then I kiss. Oh fuck, here I go, I can tell I am shooting a
lot..... What is Matt doing? Oh he is pointing his dick right at me, oh hot
he's cumming and his first shot hit me in the chest, so cool.

I am just spent. I pull my dick out lie on top of him, only I slide around
on him to smear his cum back on him and I am giggling, it just seems so fun
and funny. Matt wraps his arms around me.

"Did I do ok," I ask.

I look at Matt and he is starting to cry, big, silent tears run down his
cheeks.

"What's wrong Matt?" I lift my head.

"Nothing and everything Marco," he runs his fingers through my hair, "you
did better than ok, that was the most incredible moment. I wish I could
bronze it and put it over the fireplace. I wish you were 18 and graduating
high school and we could run away to California or Europe or someplace
where we could be open and as long as I am wishing, I wish we could stay in
this bed forever and never get out."

Shit I do too, now I am going to start crying. Matt pulls me out of bed to
the shower, but before we step in he starts to kiss me, only he keeps
turning us and I ask him what he is doing.

"I wanted to see your ass in the mirror, while I was kissing you."

He he, "That's hot!"

* * * * * * * * * * * *


Blake's Story


It has been a cool trip so far and we haven't even gotten to the game
yet. It is great to be away from home with Matt and Tony although I haven't
spent as much time with Matt as I wanted. It has been great being alone
with Tony too, there isn't any place in Cheyenne we can go and be
affectionate with each other or horse around and relax like we would like
to. Tony isn't gay or anything, but we have been fooling around with sex
stuff since we were like 12 and before that we played doctor and got naked
and touched each other. That probably wouldn't be cool with a lot of people
back home.

I'm not sure what is up with me. I really have fun having sex with girls,
but I like it with Tony even better, I guess because girl's just bug other
than for sex. Tony is fun to hang with, talk to and everything else besides
sex too, why can't girls be like that?

And I'd love to fool around with Matt, but I get mixed signals from him
too. I am pretty sure he isn't gay; I remember when he hooked up with Miss
Black Velvet Rodeo at Frontier Days and I know he has dated other girls
too, but I also get a feeling he'd go there with me if I pushed the
envelope, but I am scared to push it in case I am wrong.

How did he know about me and Tony naked in bed yesterday, maybe we weren't
as quiet as we thought? Or maybe he came to check on us and saw something?
Eh, he was cool when he called on the phone and he hasn't said anything
about it so I guess I won't worry.

"Hey Matt, Marco, you guys ready for breakfast?" I yell upstairs.

"Yeah," Matt replies, "we are just bringing out bags downstairs, what is
this big surprise place we are going to breakfast?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Matt doesn't know this weekend is all about his birthday tomorrow. He turns
22 tomorrow and my parents think he walks on water (I do too of course, but
for different reasons). In the year and a half that I have known Matt and
he has been in my life, I've gone from a "C" student to almost straight
"A's". I wasn't stupid before I really just didn't care and Matt made me
care for a lot of reasons, partly I just wanted to please him and have him
like me; I don't think he'd tolerate a stupid kid and partly because he
made me think of school like sports. He asked if I would practice half
assed in football and I said of course not, you wouldn't get better or be a
starter. Then he asked me if I wanted to be second string in life and not
get better and it hit me for the first time what a dufe I had been. So
yeah, we are off to the Brown's Palace Sunday brunch because my parent's
know he loves it. I have a card for him at breakfast from my parents.

We pack the car, but we are going to leave it here, the hotel shuttle will
drop us at Brown's Palace and then we can walk to Invesco Mile High from
there and either walk back to the hotel or catch the shuttle back.

Marco sure looks happy today, even for him.

"Ready?" I ask everyone. The shuttle driver knows where to go I'm not going
to even tell him until we stop where we are going.


Matt's Story


"Hey Matt, Marco, you guys ready for breakfast?"  Blake yells from below.

"Yeah," I yell back down, "we are just bringing out bags downstairs, what
is this big surprise place we are going to breakfast?"

"You'll see when we get there."

We hop on the shuttle and I still have no clue where we are going. The
shuttle stops at the Brown's Palace and Blake announces we are here.

"So what's going on Blakers?"

Blake hands me an envelope.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Just open it," Blake grins.

It is a birthday card from the Burroughs, thanking me for all of Blake's
progress in school, it says that the Sunday Brunch in the Brown's Palace is
expecting us and it has all been paid for including tip, just enjoy.

"Oh my gosh, Blake your parents didn't have to do this, I can't believe how
sweet this is." I give Blake a big hug.

Tony grins and hands me another card.

"Not your parents too Tony."

The Palatzos give me a gift card to the Frontier Mall, good at all the
stores. I give Tony and Marco hugs too and we go into Brown's to
Ellyngton's. It is too bad the boys can't enjoy the Dom, because that is
one of the big deals here, they pour Dom Perignon. Despite that we have a
great time and the boys, me included, eat enough to be absolutely sure the
hotel doesn't make a dime on us. Thank goodness we are walking to the
field, I'd feel bloated otherwise.

The Broncos are playing Seattle and we need to win this game if we have any
hope of making the playoffs; both Seattle and we have won six games and we
are two games behind the Raiders. The atmosphere is electric though, it is
the first year in the new stadium and people are still excited that is only
muted by the horrible events back in September.

The game starts with the Broncos jumping out 10-0 and never really looking
back, but it gets close just before half when Seattle scores to make it
10-7 and even worse Griese is hurt so we have to go with Frerotte. No
worries though, Frerotte leads Denver to two scores in the third quarter to
extend the lead to 20-7 and that is how the game ends as the Orange Crush
defense stifles Hasselbeck and the Seahawks to hold them scoreless.

It has started to snow a little so I offer to drive home for Blake, he
hasn't been driving that long and snow can be tricky even in a four wheel
drive. He seems relieved, hands me the keys and he and Tony climb in the
back seat and Marco joins me in the front. I know he is disappointed
because I am sure he wanted to repeat his back seat fun with me, but safety
first. Tony and Blake sack out in the back seat and Marco and I talk about
wrestling in the front. When it seems Blake and Tony are out, Marco puts
his jacket over his lap and partially covering mine so he can rest his hand
on my leg. It is minor contact, but it is sweet and comforting. I really do
wish he was old enough to run away with me.

The roads do get bad, but Blake's Blazer is a solid snow car and with snow
tires and four wheel if I need it, we make pretty good time back to
Cheyenne, just about two hours. I stop at my place first and the guys all
pile out to say goodbye. Tony hugs me and crawls in the front seat, Marco
hugs me, I know he would like more, but knows he can't so he takes what he
can and climbs in the back seat. Blake is last to say goodbye.

"I wish we'd had more time, just you and me, ya know?"

I look at his eyes and I am not sure if his 'ya know' is the same as my 'ya
know' now after the events with Marco. I am not quite ready to say I am gay
yet, but until I met this crew I had never really thought about it, now I
have to consider it.

"Call me after you get home, I have an idea about that," and smile at
him. His eyebrow arches up.

Fifteen minutes later, I am not even done unpacking and the phone rings.

"So what is the idea to hang like that again?" Ha ha, he didn't even say
'hi' or 'it's Blake'.

"Here is my idea, your parents were so nice about giving us those tickets
for my birthday, I think you should return the favor."

"Hunh?" Is his detailed reply for 'please explain further'.

"The Bronco's last game is Sunday, December 30, you could offer to let your
parents take another couple with them to the game and stay through New
Year's Eve with them in Denver, then you and I could have a few days to
hang, just you and me."

"Really, do you think we could?" He sounds like he likes the idea.

"Yeah, but let them think the idea to stay with me is casual like, you
could suggest the Palatzo's or me to stay with."

"But what if mom agrees and I wind up with the Palatzo's?" he wants to
know.

"The Palatzo's are going to Jackson the day after Christmas through New
Year's Day." I am grinning as I speak. What am I planning for those days
and nights? I am not sure, I'd just like to spend some quiet time with
Blake, just the two of us before I make any other decisions.

Blake hangs up and three days later Norma calls me to ask if Blake can
spend a few days with me over the holidays. I smile and say of course, I
love when a plan comes together. Now I just have to figure out what to do
those nights.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Blake comes over Saturday, December 29 early in the morning and we go
through our YMCA workout and spend the rest of the day just generally
goofing off, but Blake says he'd just like to relax over at my place, he
really wants to 'chill' with me he says so we head back to my place. We get
there and we aren't doing too much and I am worried that he is bored.

"You aren't bored are you?" He asks me, so he had the same idea I guess,
"what would you do normally on a Saturday?"

"I work out with you and then sit around the house in my boxers," I say
with a laugh and a smile. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Dew," is all he says so I head off to the kitchen to get a Mountain Dew
for him and a Diet Sprite for me. I come back to the front room and I am
greeted by the sight of Blake in nothing but boxers. I just smile at him as
I hand him his drink.

"Hey, I didn't want to alter your routine so just carry on like I am not
even here," but he has a shit-eating grin going on.

He thinks he can mess with me? I peel my shirt and drop my jeans and kick
them over next to his so now I am in just my boxers too. To up the ante I
take a sip of my soda, force a belch and reach down and scratch my balls.

Blake busts out laughing. "Damn I can't wait until I live alone and I can
burp, fart, scratch my balls and leave my clothes all over the house and no
one yells at me."

"A man's home is his castle Blakers," and I sit beside him on the couch.

We watched a meaningless bowl game, Tuesday is when the big ones start,
then we played some video games and had Chinese food delivered. After
dinner we put on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it is one of my favorite
DVDs of the year. It's been a long day though and I start to fade, falling
asleep a couple of times and Blake has to nudge me awake.

"You just want to go to bed now," he finally asks.

"Yeah Blake, sorry to be such a dud, I am sure you expected a more exciting
wild bachelor lifestyle, this is pretty much the reality," and I laugh at
my expense.

"No dude, this is cool, it is just what I wanted, just to hang with you and
be mellow."

We crawled into bed and I was lying on my back just about to drop off all
the way into sleep when Blake whispers, "Matt, are you awake still?"

"Mmmm," I acknowledge.

"I'm cold," Blake says quietly.

I roll to my side, "so slide over here next to me."

Blake moves his back and body into me and I wrap my body around his, his
naked torso against mine and I wrap my right arm over him and pull him
tight. He lets out a gasp and a sigh that snaps me fully awake. Damn, this
isn't Marco, it occurs to me.

"Are you ok Blake," I hope he isn't uncomfortable.

"Uh yeah, sorry, your hand was cold, but I am good now."

I fall asleep pretty quickly again and sleep great until morning. When I
wake Blake has shifted from spooned inside of me to facing me with his left
leg draped over mine and his head resting on my shoulder with his face just
inches below mine. It is such a sweet scene I wish I knew if Blake 'liked
me like that', but even if he did, would I act on it? It was different with
Marco, I was pretty sure Marco knew exactly who he was and he wasn't
influenced by a hero infatuation of me, he knew he was gay and knew I was
one of the guys he liked.

Blake on the other hand, I couldn't be sure. I think he would do stuff with
me, but would he regret it when it was over, would he be hurt, resent me,
what would Jack and Norma think of me then for all their kindness to me? I
run my fingers gently over his face and then through his hair. He stirs a
little but doesn't wake. I lie there enjoying his presence and warm breath
as it blows across my chest. About 30 minutes later Blake wakes up and it
startled to see his intimate position with me and sees I am awake too.

He lifts his head quickly off and starts to move away, "sorry Matt, I...."

"What are you sorry for?" I pull him back down, "I am perfectly fine, I
would have moved if I wasn't. You are dang warm and I know my room is
freezing."

"Fine hunh," he asks, "are you fine now?" He goes beyond back to where he
was and now moves fully on top of me like he is going to pin me to the
bed. I can feel his dick on balls through his boxers just above my dick and
balls.

"No Blake, I'm not fine anymore." Before he can react I lock my arms around
his body in a tight wrestling hold, squeeze a squeeze that gets a squeal of
pain from Blake and roll him to his back and he is pinned. He is still
squealing, but giggling and laughing too. I know also if I could feel his
cock before, he must feel mine now too.

"NOW, I'm fine.....  how about you?"

"Ffffffine," he can barely get it out between laughs.

If I had any balls, I'd drop the pretense now and just relax and lie on
him, but I don't, I still have far too many conflicts in my mind over
Blake. Even if Blake asked me to right now, I don't know if I'd kiss him,
but given my mood I am pretty sure I would and I am also pretty sure I
couldn't stop with just a kiss either. So I release him and roll off to
head to the bathroom.

"Ok then, we'll call it a draw," he shouts after me, quoting a line from
one of my favorite movies. I glance back at him and smile.

After we shower we head out to Safeway to pick up groceries. Tim and Tom
McAllister and Mike, my old roommate from the SAE house, and his roommate
in Cheyenne, Marty, are coming over to watch the Bronco's game. Mike and
Marty said they might bring a girl or two too. We get hamburgers, buns, the
fixin's, chips, dips, beer and more beer. I am going to grill the burgers
on my patio with my gas grill. Now you may think I'm nuts because it is
about 30 degrees today, but in late December in Wyoming that is damn near
shorts weather.

Everyone shows up around the same time, about 12:30PM or so and I have the
burgers grilling already. Mike and Marty bring 'dates' and I use the term
loosely because I know Stacey and her friend Cindy, they are the easiest
lays in Cheyenne of women under 30 and I guess it makes sense for Mike
since he never bothered to try and meet nice girls just the good time
ones. Tom is so glum watching the girls hang on Mike and Marty he joins me
outdoors while I grill. Blake stays inside and is entertained and Tim is
focused on the game and talking to the TV screen, yelling at Griese, hoping
Griese can hear him.

The beer flows freely, but I watch Blake and Tom to be sure they don't over
indulge. Mike and Marty are in separate chairs with Stacy and Cindy in
their laps and I am surprised they are still here even though it is only
half time, I figured they would have run back to their place for a tag team
wrestling match. Tim, Tom, Blake and I are on the couch and it is tight,
but I don't think either Blake or Tom minds since they are smashed up on
either side of me. I feel like the meat in a Blake 'n Tom sandwich. Tim is
oblivious to it all as he watches the game.

The game ends with a win for the Broncos over the Raiders and if the
Broncos can beat Indy next week they should go to the playoffs. I didn't
get much of a chance to talk to Tom privately, but what little I did he
seems ok, not great, just ok. It seems he hasn't been doing as much with
his 'friend', which all but confirms for me it is Marco, although I've
never asked Marco directly. I guess I should now if we are going to be
seeing more of each other. Tim invites Blake and me over for a party at the
McAllister's New Year's Eve and I happily accept since we didn't have any
better plans really.

After we clean my place a little we head over to the Frontier Nine for a
movie, it is the first of a series based on one of my favorite books, The
Lord of the Rings. I really like the books so I hope these movies do ok at
the box office.

We are at Chili's to get a bite after the movie and all Blake can do is
talk about the movie and how awesome it was! I smile and have to agree, it
was amazing and it seemed to stay true to the book as I remember it. It is
late when we get home so we head straight off to bed. It is cold in my room
again, but I think I'll play with Blake a bit. I get in bed and face away
from Blake with my back to him. He comes out of the bathroom and crawls
into bed and looks at me.

"Aren't you going to warm me up?" he asks softly.

"Fuck no!" I say kinda forcefully, "I did that last night!" I pause a bit
and wait. "You are warming me up tonight bitch, get your skinny ass over
here."

I hear a soft sigh of relief from Blake and he tentatively moves next to me
and puts his left arm over me and his bare chest on my back. I latch onto
his arm and run my fingers on it gently. After a bit I notice he has moved
his hips away from me.

"Hey, it's cold, move back here." I reach back and grab his ass and pull
his body towards me while I move back into him and then the reason for his
reluctance becomes clear. Blake has a raging hard-on and now it is firmly
planted on my butt.

"Matt, I....."

"Damn Blake did you bring a flashlight to bed?" That gets a little laugh
out of him, but he still tries to move away from me.

"Blake, it is ok, you don't need to move, I told you teens get erections
all the time and it doesn't bother me, just relax and go to sleep, your
friend will calm down after a while and go to sleep too. You concentrate on
keeping me warm."

"K. You're sure right? You aren't just saying that or anything?"

"No serious... I'm good, we're good. Good night." I turn and kiss his cheek
and I can see him blush in the low light.

I fall asleep with Blake's big buddy still at full attention and I grin to
myself because I really like it. Again I wish I could step this up a notch
and stop playing the edges and just make my move.


Blake's Story



I get three and a half days with Matt while my parents are in Denver for
the game and New Year's. When he tells me that he just chills in his boxers
at home as he goes to get us drinks I strip down to my boxers before he
gets back. What would I have done if he said he laid around naked? No
matter, he thinks I am bored, but I could spend the whole three days with
him in just my boxers and never leave his place and be happy. Now he is in
his boxers too. Fuck is he sexy, I wish he would put some moves on me, I
could never start something. What if I was wrong? I don't want to lose his
friendship for anything.

We head off to bed finally and I am kinda cold, but not freezing. Last time
I stayed I got to snuggle with him a little.

"Matt, are you awake still?"

"Mmmm," he mumbles, so sorta I guess.

"I'm cold," I tell him quietly.

He rolls to his side and says, "so slide over here next to me."

I don't hesitate and I move my back and body into him as he wraps around
me, We both are only wearing boxers still so there is a lot of bare skin
touching. His right arm comes over me and he pulls me him tight into
him. It was more intimate than I expected so I let out a gasp and a sigh
involuntarily.

"Are you ok Blake," Matt isn't drowsy now, he sounds wide awake. I hope he
doesn't back off now.

"Uh yeah, sorry, your hand was cold, but I am good now."

I start to wake slowly and I realize I am partly on top of Matt, my head is
buried into shoulder, I could kiss him if I lifted my head a little
and... damn he's awake and looking at me.

I lift my head quickly off and start to move away from him, "sorry Matt,
I...."

"What are you sorry for?" He asks and pulls me back down, "I am perfectly
fine, I would have moved if I wasn't. You are dang warm and I know my room
is freezing."

Ah nice, Matt thinks I am warm, he is ok. I wonder if this will be ok.

"Fine hunh," I ask, "are you fine now?"

I move fully on top of Matt, my legs are in between his and I am going to
pin him to the bed. We'll see what he does.

"No Blake, I'm not fine anymore." Oh shit, he locks my body in a tight
wrestling hold, squeezes a squeeze that makes me squeak in pain and rolls
me onto my back now. I am the one who is pinned with him in between my
legs, but I think I like this position even better. I can't stop squealing
and giggling and laughing because if I did he might notice that is cock is
firmly planted on my body and although it is soft, I can feel it quite
clearly. Could he feel mine when I was on top?

"NOW, I'm fine.....  how about you?"

"Ffffffine," I can barely get it out between laughs. I am better than
fucking fine, I am in heaven. Stop squirming and just kiss me. Kiss me
forever.

Oh shoot, he let me go and is going to the bathroom....  noooooooooooooo
Matt come back, that WAS fine, even without the kissing.

"Ok then, we'll call it a draw," I shout after him, knowing how he loves
The Holy Grail. He does glance back at me and he smiles. I melt for that
smile.

The next day is a blur, football, a movie, burgers, dinner.....  I just
want to get back to the bed part, I want Matt to cuddle me again. I know it
is just friendly body contact to him, all the wrestler guys are never
freaked by touching other guys and it makes me jealous that they can hang
on each other and no one thinks it gay.

Matt is in bed already and facing away from me.

"Aren't you going to warm me up?" I ask quietly, WTF maybe last night did
bother him.

"Fuck no!" He kinda yells, "I did that last night!"

Oh SHIT! He IS pissed.

"You are warming me up tonight bitch, get your skinny ass over here."

Or not, ha ha.

I sigh a soft sigh of relief, but I don't know quite how to do this. I've
never been the cuddler, just the cuddlee. I get closer to him and put my
left arm over him. I feel a jolt of electricity as his bare back collides
with my bare chest. Matt is holding the arm I draped over him and he runs
his fingers on it gently. Oh fuck, I am getting major wood here, the last
thing I need is a boner right now.

"Hey, it's cold, move back here." Matt reaches back and grabs my ass and
pulls my body to him while he slides back into me. Crap, my hard cock is
firmly planted in Matt's butt and he HAS to feel that. I know he was cool
at the Y that one time, but now we are in bed together.

"Matt, I....."

"Damn Blake did you bring a flashlight to bed?"

What? Does that mean Matt thinks I'm big? I laugh a little cuz I am
nervous, but Matt goes on.

"Blake, it is ok, you don't need to move, I told you teens get erections
all the time and it doesn't bother me, just relax and go to sleep, your
friend will calm down after a while and go to sleep too. You concentrate on
keeping me warm."

"K. You're sure right? You aren't just saying that or anything?"

Oh damn Matt, 'cuz if you are ok and all we could just lose the boxers
and.....

"No serious... I'm good, we're good. Good night." He turns and kisses my
cheek. I feel like my face is on fire, be still my heart.

Matt falls asleep with my hard cock that is just NOT getting any softer on
his ass.

I wish Matt would sweep me in his arms and just make a move. He could do
anything he wanted with me, how can I let him know? Just make a move Matt,
I'll never be able to.


Matt's Story


In the morning I wake with my special warming comforter still wrapped
around me and DAMN that freakin' hard-on is still there. I am sure he is
asleep and surely he hasn't been hard for seven hours, is that even
possible? It must be morning wood. I don't need to get out of bed yet and I
don't want to wake Blake, but I do want to shift a bit, my arm is asleep so
I roll to my back as easily as I can and now Blake is kind of on top of
left side again, but with his hard-on something feels different so I lift
the covers a little and look. Oh shit, it's popped out of Blake's
boxers. Freakin' A, this is all I need it is so sweet lookin', I'd love to
play with that the next two day and never leave bed. It looks to be about
the same size as mine, 6 1/2" to 6 3/4" and nicely thick. It is only about
three inches from mine right now, if I rolled to him more my rapidly
stiffening cock would hit his. I look intently at Blake, he is asleep,
definitely asleep, isn't he? Do I risk a quick feel, damn temptation... I
can make it seem accidental just in case he wakes up, I'll use the back of
my hand. Oh fuck his cock feels nice, hot and vibrant. Ok, he hasn't
stirred, I'll turn my hand over and feel it. There just like that, one or
two easy slides up the shaft, a quick tour around the head. How perfect it
is. If I had Tommy McAllister's guts I'd suck it now.


Blake's Story


What a beautiful dream I am having, I never want to wake up. I am in bed
with Matt, my love, and he is stroking my hard cock. Yes Matt, oh so
gently, kiss me now and stroke me softly.

I wake.

Is it a dream? Was it a dream? I am in Matt's bed, but he isn't here, but
my cock is out of my boxers and I am harder than the Sunday crossword. Oh
wait, Matt is climbing back into bed. I won't move, maybe he'll think I am
sleeping and we'll see what happens.


Matt's Story


I play with Blake's hard cock and then my rational mind takes over and I
roll out of bed and go jack off in my bathroom. It doesn't take long
because I am so keyed up. I flush and send my troopers out to sea. I slide
back into bed and Blake is still hard and in the same position. I slip back
underneath him and put my right arm over him and just hold him into
me. Even though I have jacked off, I still want Blake's hardness on me and
it pokes into my soft groin area. I think I am falling back asleep.


Blake's Story


Matt slides into bed with me. Was he touching me? Was it a dream? Let's see
what he does. He slips underneath me where he went to sleep last night. His
right arm comes over me and he pulls me into him. He HAS to feel my cock is
hard and out of my boxers..... oh shit, I can feel his soft cock underneath
my hard one...  wait??? He is falling asleep?? Shit, I guess it WAS a
dream, damn, he is straighter than Yellowstone Rd.


Matt's Story


I wake again an hour later, Blake is still asleep and soft now. There is no
need to wake him so I slide out as easily as I can, tuck the covers back
around him and head to make coffee. We can head over to Penny's Diner when
Blake wakes up.

The aroma must have awakened him because he comes stumbling into the
kitchen where I am reading the morning paper. He grabs a mug, pours in the
coffee, adds a mess, and I mean a MESS of cream and sugar and stirs.

"Damn Blake if you wanted cocoa, I'da made you some."

"Shut the fuck up," a groggy voice says. Wow someone is grumpy with no
caffine......

"Oh Matt... I didn't mean...." as he realizes what he just said to me, but
I am laughing so hard he gets that I understand.

"It's cool Blake, I like that you can treat me like crap like I'm a real
friend." I think he almost blows hot coffee out his nose. He just grins
sheepishly.

"What are we doing today?" he says as he sits down.

"I thought we'd go to Penny's for breakfast and beyond that I have no plans
until Tim's party tonight. Anything you are hot to do?" Geeze, did that
come out right?

"Naw, I am cool just hanging with you, even lying around in boxers."
Geeze, did that come out right?

"Cool, we'll play it by ear I guess."

So we do go to Penny's and we do spend most of the day in our boxers
watching football and eating the leftovers from yesterday, but it is
actually totally cool, I dig just being with Blake even though part of me
wants more.

The time comes to leave for Tim and Tom's and Tim told us to dress
'Wyoming' which means flannel and denim are fine and that works great for
Blake and me. The party isn't as much a party as it is a gathering. When we
said 'party' at the university it meant lots of beer and rowdiness, here we
do have beer, but not too much, high spirits, but no rowdiness and even
ping pong in the basement. The party is a mix of Tim's friends and his
parent's friends, their kids and then a few of Tom's friends, but no Marco
of course. Blake and I kinda split, but not on purpose, it just happens. I
chat some gals and guys I know from Laramie, some of the parents I know
from teaching and of course Tom a little too. We all get champagne as
midnight approaches; even Blake, Tom and the younger set, but they aren't
full glasses. We do the countdown and at midnight I kiss a couple of the
gals I know, hug Blake and wish him a happy New Year.

About five after midnight I see Tom and he doesn't look happy so I make my
way over to him.

"What's up bud?"

"New Year's Eve and no one to kiss and no one kissed me," followed by a
sigh.

I look at him, my eyes flash anger, "Really? That's it? Let me tell what I
think about that, you feeling all sorry..... let's go to your room and I'll
give you a dose of reality," I grab him and head him down the hall to his
room.

We step inside and I close the door behind me.

"Coach, I didn't mean to sound....."

I spin Tom towards me in mid sentence and move my lips to his. I can see
his eyes getting huge but as my lips softly touch his, the eyes close and I
feel him collapse into me. I don't think he would have fallen down if I
hadn't been holding him, but you can tell he was caught off guard. After
the initial soft, gentle touching, I part my lips and send my tongue into
his mouth that eagerly opens and meets his tongue coming the other
direction. I run my hands down his side and he strokes my back. My right
hand comes back up to cup the back of his neck. We kiss with a building
passion for another minute or two before I start to pull back. We are
standing tight together so there is no doubt he can feel my suddenly erect
cock because I can certainly feel his.

"Happy New Year Tom McAllister," I say, "there's your kiss." I finish with
my two hands on his soft face, his hazel eyes looking into mine.

"Coach....... Matt.....  fuck......" is all he can say at first. "Do you
usually kiss boys on New Year's?"

"You are my first on New Year's Tom and only my second ever, but I didn't
think you'd object and I wanted you to enjoy your night."

"Well Jesus, Joseph and Mary, I'll never forget it! So...  umm I mean, you
said you kissed another boy, are you gay Matt?"

"I wish I knew Tom. I wish I had the confidence and certainty you seem to,
but I am working through it."

"Ummm....as long as we are having a moment here, can I feel you for real? I
mean with you awake and ok with it and all?"

I smile, "go for it."

He looks down and runs his hand over the bulge in my jeans.

"Damn you are big Matt."

"Not really, it just looks that way in jeans."

"Can I pull it out?" he asks with a grin.

"Not tonight Tom, I really just wanted to give you a kiss and say
thanks. Besides, they'll miss us soon at the party."

"Thanks?? Thanks for what?"

"For showing me the courage to be who you are. Like I said I wish I had
your bravery. It took a lot for you to come talk to me and tell me about
you and your friend. We can talk more later. We should be getting back."

"One more question Coach," Tom stops me, "when you checked me that last
time and you touched my ummm, my hole, you called me Justin. Was Justin the
other boy you kissed?"

"No, I never kissed Justin, I just touched his hole," and I smiled at
Tom. His jaw drops.

"Oh, tell me....."

"Nope, you said ONE more question Tom, you'll have to save the rest for
later." I grin and kiss his lips once more. "I am going to the men's room,
I'll meet you back in the basement for some ping pong."

Tom is still stunned when I exit his room. Five minutes later I make my way
to the basement and there are Tom and Blake already playing ping pong.

"I have winner," both Tom and Blake smile at me.

Thirty minutes later after Tom cleans my clock in ping pong Blake looks
like he is gonna fall asleep any minute.

"Blakers, why don't you go get our coats and let's get home." Blake nods
wearily and hugs Tom good bye wishing him a happy New Year and heads
upstairs. I turn to give Tom a hug good night and he looks all excited.

"It's Blake isn't it! The other boy you've kissed," he says quietly.

"Shhh, no and stop trying to guess. I never asked you who your friend is
and I never asked on purpose. It is important to respect people's privacy."

"Yeah, you're right," he steps up to hug me. "Happy New Year Matt and
thanks, I'll never forget that."

I smile at him, "You are welcome Tom, you are a special guy to me, you
deserved the kiss since your friend isn't here." My smile got broader. Tom
looks at me puzzled, then perplexed, then a dawning.

"You KNOW who it is."

"Happy New Year Tom." And I just smile.


Tom's Story


Woop Tee Doo, big dang deal...... it's New Year's Eve. All the couples
around me happy and chatting and the singles maneuvering around to be by
the boy or girl they want to kiss at midnight. Marco's not here so I ain't
getting a kiss.

Ok here is comes, five, four, three, two, one... Happy New Year, everyone's
kissing, there's Coach Matt kissing a couple of girls. A big sigh escapes
me and I look around. No one here is gonna kiss me.

"What's up bud?"

It is Coach Matt smiling and looking all hot.

"New Year's Eve and no one to kiss and no one kissed me," followed by
another sigh from me.

Matt cocks his head and looks at me.  "Really? That's it? Let me tell what
I think about that, you feeling all sorry..... let's go to your room and
I'll give you a dose of reality," he grabs me and we head down the hall to
my room, he's gonna give me hell for self pity and I guess I deserve it.

I enter my room and Matt closes the door behind us, "Coach, I didn't mean
to sound....."

Matt spins me around in mid sentence. What the fuck, he is leaning into me!
His lips softly touch mine, Matt's lips are on mine. I close my eyes and I
feel me collapsing into him. This can't be happening. Matt kisses me oh so
gently now I feel his lips parting and his tongue snaking towards me, I
open my lips to meet him. My tongue dances with his. Matt's hands caress my
side and he strokes my back. My hands explore his muscular back. His right
hand cups the back my neck. I feel such passion from Matt yet it is so
tender. His hips are crushed into me and I can feel him hard in his jeans
so he must feel me hard in mine too. Now he pulls back slowly and our lips
part.

"Happy New Year Tom McAllister there's your kiss." He holds my face as I
look into liquid blue eyes.

"Coach....... Matt.....  fuck......" I sputter. "Do you usually kiss boys
on New Year's?"

"You are my first on New Year's Tom and only my second ever, but I didn't
think you'd object and I wanted you to enjoy your night."

Enjoy my night! Is he kidding? I'll enjoy the decade! "Well Jesus, Joseph
and Mary, I'll never forget it! So...  umm I mean, you said you kissed
another boy, are you gay Matt?"

"I wish I knew Tom. I wish I had the confidence and certainty you seem to,
but I am working through it."

Matt thinks I have confidence? Really? Well Matt, how is this for
confidence? "Ummm....as long as we are having a moment here, can I feel you
for real? I mean with you awake and ok with it and all?"

His eyes laugh, "go for it."

I run my hand over the caged animal in his jeans.

"Damn you are big Matt."

"Not really, it just looks that way in jeans."

"Can I pull it out?" Hey, in for a penny, in for pound they say.

"Not tonight Tom, I really just wanted to give you a kiss and say
thanks. Besides, they'll miss us soon at the party."

"Thanks?? Thanks for what?"

"For showing me the courage to be who you are. Like I said I wish I had
your bravery. It took a lot for you to come talk to me and tell me about
you and your friend. We can talk more later. We should be getting back."

I can't believe Matt thinks I am brave, I feel like a chicken shit half the
time with this double life, but I get his point, at least I KNOW I have a
double life. It must be rough to not really know.

"One more question Coach," I stop him from leaving, "when you checked me
that last time and you touched my ummm, my hole, you called me Justin. Was
Justin the other boy you kissed?"

"No, I never kissed Justin, I just touched his hole," and he smiles at
me. Did my mouth hit the floor? Did Matt really just say he had kissed one
boy, but touched another's hole?

"Oh, tell me....." I start

"Nope, you said ONE more question Tom, you'll have to save the rest for
later." He just grins at me and kisses my lips once more. Dang, I forgot
his father is a lawyer, he got me on a technicality.

"I am going to the men's room, I'll meet you back in the basement for some
ping pong."

I am playing Blake when Matt comes in the basement. After I beat Blake Matt
is up next and I bury him too, but Blake looks like he falling asleep so
Matt calls out to him.

"Blakers, why don't you go get our coats and let's get home." Blake nods
wearily and gives me a hug good bye wishing me a happy New Year and heads
upstairs. That's IT!!

"It's Blake isn't it! The other boy you've kissed," I say as quietly as I
can.

"Shhh, no and stop trying to guess. I never asked you who your friend is
and I never asked on purpose. It is important to respect people's privacy."

"Yeah, your right," I steps up to hug him. "Happy New Year Matt and thanks,
I'll never forget that."

He drops a killer smile on me, "You are welcome Tom, you are a special guy
to me, you deserved the kiss since your friend isn't here." Now his smile
looks teasing, challenging.

I don't get it, how does he..... "You KNOW who it is."

"Happy New Year Tom." And he just smiles.


Matt's Story


Blake and I stay in bed until 11AM New Year's Day and while there was no
overnight boner drama, I guess we were both really tired, this morning has
been even more interesting because we have definitely been unashamedly
snuggling under the guise of warmth. I guess some how the bed makes it ok,
because I don't think if we were on the couch we'd be doing this.

When we do get up it turns into a football orgy. We flip between the
Outback, Cotton, Gator & Citrus bowls and I am going into football
overload, but Blake and I have to get over to his house, Jack and Norma are
back from Denver and Jack is grilling buffalo rib eyes for the Fiesta and
Orange bowls.

We get over there and Blake is "ugh, look what you have done!"

Jack and Norma are all cute and newlywed like, touching and kissing. I
smile, it is fun they had a good time. They both pull me aside at different
times and thank me for watching Blake, they had forgotten how much fun a
weekend away could be and I told them I would take Blake off their hands
anytime. No. Really. Anytime. Tomorrow? The next day? Can I just keep him?

* * * * * * * * * * * *

We are well into February now and I really haven't had a chance to talk to
Tom much since our New Year's kiss. I have seen him at a couple of
wrestling tournaments when East and Central have been at the same ones, but
there is never time for the kind of talk I'd like to have. Weekends are
tough too because I see Marco more now since the Denver trip.

And then there is Blake. I am spending more time with him too, I feel a
growing intimacy, but there is a line neither one of us seems to be able to
cross. He stayed with me for five days while Jack took Norma down to Utah
for the Olympics and other than no sex we lived like a married couple,
slipping into rhythm with the other's mood and life. It was very
comfortable and I liked how it felt.

But wrestling regionals were last weekend and this week, all week the guys
from my school, Cheyenne Central High are going over to Cheyenne East to
practice with the qualifiers from there so we get ready for state in Casper
next week which means I'll be coaching Tom and Marco and the rest of the
East wrestlers this week along my kids too and then we'll all spend the
weekend in Casper together.

I get to work with Tom, he is going 112s at state, Dillion at 125s, Marco
119s and Derrick the lightest at 103s. I can't help but notice how focused
Tom and Marco both are on their wrestling. I thought I might pick up on
some of their intimacy, but no it is all business for them and I guess that
makes sense because it was the same way for Justin and me. We could wrestle
on the mat for two hours and nothing untoward would happen and thirty
minutes later we'd be in Justin's bedroom, naked at jaybirds sucking and
jacking.

Wednesday is the last hard day of practice and we'll head to Casper
Thursday afternoon for weigh-ins Friday morning. I am in the locker room
waiting for my guys to shower and change so I can give them a ride back to
school when a familiar face comes in the East locker room, blonde hair,
blue eyed Sandy Duke and looking smoking hot if I do say so myself.

"Coach!"

"Hey Sandy, how've you been?"

"Great, Coach, I heard you were here this week. I wish you'd come coach
here next year."

"I am pretty sure Central wants me back and I think we'll be good next
year.

"C'mon, I wanna show you something."

We walk to Sandy's locker and he peels off his sweaty t-shirt, drops his
shoes and socks and then drops his shorts and jockey underwear in movement
and now is stark naked in front of me and what a sight he is. He
straightens up, inviting me to look at him. He is 5'10" now, not the 5'4"
he was two years ago. Sandy is absolutely ripped, has to be at least 150
pounds up from barely 100 and most importantly a very healthy, if small,
patch of dark blonde pubic hairs over a very impressive 4" flaccid dick.

"Very nice Sandy, ya gotta love that testosterone. It's done its job
nicely."

He blushes as he realizes the situation of him showing me his pubic hair,
but I think he is also kinda proud too. I write down my cell phone, home
phone and email address for Sandy and tell him to call me Monday and we'll
go lifting, catch a movie or dinner sometime next week.

"Thanks Matt," he says sincerely as I turn to leave, "you really got me
through a rough patch."

"You got you through the rough patch Sandy, I just reminded you you could
do it."

Thursday afternoon we split from Cheyenne Central because it is right off
the I-25. We all settle in for the three hour ride to Casper. Both high
schools are staying at the Holiday Inn Express also right off I-25 and near
the Eastridge Mall. After we check in I volunteer to drive one of the vans
over to the mall so the boys can work off some nervous energy. A few guys
stay behind to swim, a couple who are overweight are getting on the
treadmills in the hotel's workout room. Those who join me include Marco,
Tom, Derrick, Dillon, Cody and Danny, all the lighter weight guys who seem
to be able to curb their eating habits better than the big boys who
struggle with weight management.

The guys all split in different directions except Marco and Tom who stick
behind with me. We wander through Target and then Best Buy looking at cool
electronics and the newest video games. We wind up in the most unlikely
place, the food court since neither Marco or Tom can really eat or drink
anything unplanned before tomorrow's weigh-in, but it has places to sit and
chill so we do. When Marco heads off to the bathroom, Tom speaks up as soon
as he is out of earshot.

"When do I get to hear more about Justin and when do I get to kiss you
again?" Tom is grinning ear to ear.

"Ah," I say and look uncomfortable.

"You aren't sorry you kissed me are you?" Now Tom looks uncomfortable.

I smile a wan smile, "no Tom, not at all, it was sweet and you saw my
reaction."

Tom grins back and lowers his voice even more, "Coach, I FELT your reaction
and I'd love to feel it again."

That gets a bigger smile out of me. "There is a lot involved here Tom. My
relationship with you as a wrestler, my friendship with Tim, your
relationship with your friend....."

Tom interrupts there, "you know it is Marco, don't you?"

"I figured it had to be, but I never wanted to pry as I said before, I
understand the need for privacy."

"You don't need to worry about Marco's and my relationship though Coach, it
isn't like we are boyfriends and I haven't even spent that much time with
him lately he always seems busy and ......." Tom is struck with a
revelation. "Oh my God, it's you, you and Marco...."

"Shhh," I quiet him down, but I know I am blushing badly.

"Are you and Marco boyfriends now?" Tom looks like a teen girl getting the
latest dish.

"I don't think so, but yeah, ever since our Denver trip....." my voice
trails off, "but please don't bring it up with Marco."

"I won't Matt, don't worry, but I think it is cool. I wish I had
someone....  like you," he finishes and smiles and bats his eyes.

"You will Tom, you are a definite keeper."

Marco comes back from the bathroom and says, "did I miss anything?"

That sets Tom off in peals of laughter and sets me back to blushing.

Back at the hotel that night it is lights out at 9:30PM. I crawl into bed
and Derrick crawls in with me. I look at him puzzled.

"Did you and Dillon break-up? Get a divorce?"

Derrick and Dillon always sleep together on these trips, but now Derrick is
with me and Cody is getting in with Dillon.

"Naw, Cody slipped me a $20 because he hears Dillon is easy and I loosened
him up for him."

Poor shy, senior Cody looks mortified, Dillon who is used to Derrick's
sense of humor just laughs and I don't know what to make of it. I do know
it unnerves me a little to be in bed with a 103 pound sophomore with a
bigger dick than me and with wrestlers you never know how much truth is
buried in the constant jokes and double entendres.

"Normally with a 103 pounder, " I start, "this is where I'd say 'try not to
wake me when you slip it in', but I've seen your snake Mann so please just
be sure I'm biting a pillow before you do."

Derrick winks and his eyes twinkle as he says, "you got it coach."

Cody has put a pillow over his head to not hear this, Dillon laughs and
says, "thank God it's not me anymore, it was really hurting!"

These guys, what kidders, they can really carry a joke..... Still it takes
me longer than normal to fall asleep thinking about Derrick in the bed with
me and I have a massive erection when I do think about it. I hope he can't
sense it.

We have two great days of wrestling, Derrick winds up 4th place in state
like Tom, Marco takes 3rd and Dillon takes the state championship. Saturday
night we get back to the hotel around 9PM after the finals and everyone is
pretty wired, it's been a long season so a few of us head down to the pool
and of course with wrestlers it turns into who can dunk whom and the light
guys all feel a need to dunk me and since one can't do it they gang up on
me like ants; Dillon, Derrick, Tom and Marco all pile on to topple me, but
I drag two down with me, Tom and Derrick. I think Tom grabbed a cheap feel,
someone did, but I can't tell who because they are all smiling the same
way.

Next we move onto chicken fights, Derrick climbs onto my shoulders, Tom is
on Cody's, Marco is on Jacob's and a few more, Ryan, Mark, Zach, Josh, I
forget all who we had so many, but so far Derrick and I are the
champions. With all the squirming around though, Derrick's monster cock has
been stimulated and now I can feel it on my neck and of course Derrick has
to know I can feel it but he doesn't seem to care. In fact I think he is
moving forward and back oh so subtly, and while I might not mind if it was
just him and me, we have 20 guys with us and now I am getting hard because
of it too. My hands are on his legs, just above the knees and I squeeze in
the exact right area to make him squirm more as it is a major tickle point.

"Stop, stop Coach, your killing me," Derrick squeals, "I'll be good."

So he did know exactly what I meant. I do grin a bit, dang little horn
dog. We play three more games and we retire as the undisputed champs. I am
almost sorry it ends though. I dump Derrick off backwards and he decides to
sit out the in water wrestling games until his 'situation' calms back down,
because with him it is just too noticeable.

Around 10:30PM the hotel security guard comes down and throws us all out of
the pool area and I am good with that otherwise we'd never get to sleep
tonight. We get back to the room and Cody just takes off his wet suit and
throws in the bathroom and grabs a towel, I turn on the shower because I
want to get off the chlorine and warm up a little. I have my eyes closed in
the shower then the curtain is pulled back and Derrick joins me by stepping
in front and Dillon steps in behind me.

"Damn, getting' a little crowded in here," I say to no one in particular.

"We couldn't let you hog all the hot water!" is Dillon's comeback.

I laugh and step back to let Dillon come in front of me in the hot water
with Derrick. Then I step out of the shower altogether and strip off my wet
suit and rinse it in the sink and start to dry off. I am bent over drying
my legs and suddenly a naked Derrick is next to me.

"Just stay like that Coach, it'll be a lot easier that way," his smile
across his face.

I stand and look at him with a stern look on my face, "I think it is time
for you to dry YOUR legs Derrick."

Derrick grins and in an exaggerated fashion turns his cute little bottom to
me and sticks it out as he dries his legs in a slow, sultry manner. What he
doesn't realize it that it parts his cheeks and I get quite a view of his
hole. I must have a readable expression on my face or maybe I made a sound,
because Derrick says,

"Can't handle the view?"

"I didn't expect to see your tonsils," that must get him, because he turns
nine shades of red and stands up, but his smile never leaves his face.

He and I both leave the bathroom naked, I throw on boxers and he puts on
his flannel house pants I always see him in on wrestling trips and we climb
into bed. I lie face down, my head nicely buried in a soft pillow Dillon
comes out the bathroom next and turns the lights out but leaves the TV on
and he crawls in next to Cody. Derrick is still full of energy though; he
jumps on top of me and pretends to hump.

"Oh yeah, bite that pillow hard Coach, here is comes," Derrick exclaims.

"That's it Derrick, drill him!" Dillon encourages,
"derrick.... drill.... Get it?"

"I'm asleep," Cody declares officially.

What the other two can't see since we are under the covers is that although
it started out a joke, Derrick got hard pretty quick and now is dry humping
me. I wonder how far he'll carry the joke. And what he doesn't know is I've
gotten hard too because of it.

"I'm gonna call your bluff one day Mann and then what will you do?"

"I'll just...."

He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence because I reach back and
grab his flannels and yank him off me and roll on top. Derrick flops to his
back with my full 165 pounds or so on top of him and in between his legs,
he tries to wiggle out, but I have a body lock on him and somewhere in the
brief struggle, my hard cock has slipped out of my boxers so now it is on
top of Derrick's slightly larger hard cock with only a thin layer of
flannel between my erection and his. He has to be well aware of it and a
quick look at his face in the flickering light of the TV confirms this, but
he is smiling and not looking in any way in distress, in fact he lifts his
hips off the bed and grinds even harder in to me. Fifteen seconds of this
and I know I better stop soon or it will be too late. I lean forward and
whisper in Derrick's ear.

"We better stop now before your stomach gets all sticky."

He turns his head and whispers back, "maybe I want to get sticky." I see a
wicked grin, but he stops struggling and grinding into me so I release my
lock on him. Instead of just rolling away from me, he pulls himself further
under me so my bare hard cock slides across his bare stomach and chest and
then rolls away. I gasp at the skin on skin contact.

"Gotcha," he whispers.

I don't argue.

End of Chapter Nine