Date: Fri, 01 Oct 2004 22:09:56 -0500 From: Cameron Coppinger <ccopp8x6@hotmail.com> Subject: Brandon's Secret ch 3 Brandon's Secret Chapter 3 (m/t) by Cameron Coppinger This is a fictional story from only my imagination. It is erotic gay fiction. If you are under 18 or these materials offend you or your community values, please stop reading now and close this window. Brandon and I didn't say a word on the way back to the apartment, dropping off the UHaul, or on the way back to the school. I wondered what was in his thoughts. He was all over mine. My hand nearly buzzed from the sensation of having held his rock hard cock. Although he was only 5 1/2 inches long, his four inch circumference gave his cock a healthy feel. Moreover, when you looked at that cock on his 5'6" body, it didn't look small at all. I knew I shouldn't have done it. I was his coach; he was my student. He was 18, barely, but just because it was legal doesn't mean I wouldn't be fired in an instant. The biggest problem I had was that I wanted to do it again -- and more. I wanted him to do me too. As I dropped him at the car, all I could say was, "See you are practice Monday." "See ya coach," Brandon responded, "and thanks. It's awesome to have someone I can talk to know." "You know you can count on me, Brandon," I answered. With that it was back to the house. It was almost 8:30 p.m. by now. I immediately got back to straightening the house. I put sheets on the bed so at least I could sleep tonight, and slowly started unpacking first of many boxes. I had barely been at it for half and hour, when the doorbell rang. I figured it must be a neighbor stopping by to introduce themselves, although this did seem pretty late. I opened the door and saw Bobby standing there with the same kid he was walking home with the day I first looked at this house. "Hey, coach," Bobby said, "You need anymore help, we're pretty bored. This is my twin brother Ben." "Hi Ben, nice to meet you," I said, then to Bobby, "I didn't know you had a twin brother. But if you want to help unpack some, I'll take it. I can't afford to pay you anymore though." "That's cool," Bobby said as Ben nodded, "We are just bored and this seemed like a good way to get out of the house." I laughed and welcomed them in. I pointed to the kitchen and told them they could start unpacking the pots and pans and dishes. Since I had no way in mind to organize the kitchen, I told Ben and Bobby that they could decide how to best arrange things in the kitchen. I walked back to the bedroom to keep working on my clothes, while I heard boxes start to be ripped open and cabinets and drawers open and close. I had one drawer pretty well organized when I heard Ben and Bobby break into laughter. The spoke in low voices and broke into laughter again. I wandered back to the kitchen to see what the cause of this hilarity was. I turned a deep shade of red as I rounded the corner to see Bobby holding a box of my Durex XXL condoms. He stuck it back in the box as they realized I had entered the room. "What's going on guys?" I asked. Ben was looking down and seemed genuinely afraid. Bobby, on the other hand, had a mischievous look on his face. He grinned a bit and held up the condoms. "I can't decide what drawer these go in, coach," he said. "Shut up Bobby," Ben hissed. I laughed lightly. "It's alright Ben," I said, "I thought we had put all the boxes in the right rooms, but it looks like that one goes in the bathroom. Bobby, would you mind carrying it back for me?" "No problem, coach" Bobby said, lifting the box and heading for my bedroom. I followed him back and pointed to the bathroom. He went in and stacked it with the boxes holding the towels. He was almost out the door, when he turned and stopped. "Can I ask you something, coach?" he said. "What's up Bobby?" I said. "Umm, this is kinda embarrassing, but what size are those condoms for?" Now this was dangerous territory. Brandon was 18, but Bobby was a freshman. He couldn't be older than 15, and he could still be 14. And on top of that, his twin brother was in the kitchen. "Well Bobby," I answered, "the XXL is for guys who are above average. You don't have to be huge to wear them, but you really need to be a certain size, or you risk them slipping off. If you are having sex with your girlfriend, you have to make sure you use condoms properly. Don't break out the XXL just to impress her." I remembered Bobby walking out of the shower in the locker room. The kid had 5 thick inches soft. I wasn't that big flaccid. He could easily beat my 7 3/4" for all I knew. "Yea but how big is big?" he asked. Continuing, with a genuinely curious look on his face, he said "I've noticed in the showers that mine is a lot bigger than most of the players, even the seniors. I don't have a girlfriend right now, but, I mean, if I don't find out now, how am I ever going to know?" He was practically pleading. Why the hell not, I thought. I had already given a hand job today to one of my seniors. I might as well answer this question, too. "My personal opinion," I started, "if you aren't at least 7 1/2 inches long and pretty thick, you should just use a regular condom." "Is that hard or soft?" he asked. Are you kidding? Freshmen. "It's hard Bobby," I answered, "no real use for them when you are soft," I joked. "So, does that help?" I asked. "Yeah, it does," he answered, with a definite disappointed sound to his voice. "I guess I am really pretty small." Whoa. Not this kid. What was he thinking? "Bobby, I said, I saw you getting out of the showers this morning, you are definitely not small. Hell, your dick soft is bigger than mine." "For real?" he said. "Then how come you have those. I'm only 6 inches hard." "Well," I answered, "I guess you would say I'm a grower. Mine is a lot bigger hard than soft. All guys are different like that. Besides, you are only 15 and already the same size as an average adult. My guess is you may need those by the time you're 18." Bobby seemed to brighten a little bit. Then he did it. He reached down and adjusted his dick and man was it obvious. "Sorry coach," he said, "it just goes hard sometimes." "That's normal Bobby," I reassured him. "If it didn't go hard now and then at age 15, then you should worry." Bobby laughed. "No worries, then," he said. Just then Ben poked his head in the door. "What's taking so long, I need help in the kitchen," he complained. Then he stopped, saw Bobby grabbing his dick, saw my slightly red expression, and turned to Bobby, "Oh shit, did you ask him?" I prayed Bobby denied it. Nobody else needed to know about this conversation. My luck was not good today. Bobby told him everything, explaining down to the detail, the right size to be to use the XXL's. Now Ben was the funny one. "Well, I guess I better go get some then," he said. "You are such a liar," Bobby said. "Number one, you don't have a girlfriend, so you don't need those. Number two, you are not 7 1/2 inches, no way." "Shows how much you know, Bobby," Ben said. "I've gotten a blow job and I'm gonna get laid soon. All you've ever gotten is your own hand. And yeah I am." "You are so full of shit," Bobby said, "No way you are bigger than me." This was a definite challenge. I knew how big Bobby said he was. Bobby looked like he would be hung. His solid frame was sexy as hell. Ben was different. He was a beautiful boy. His face was nearly angelic. He was 5'5", brown hair, hazel eyes. But he was not as athletic looking as Bobby. His skin was more olive than Bobby's and he was a solid 120. Unlike Bobby, he had some hair starting to grow in some hairs on his legs. He could have a nice meat for a freshman, but its hard to imagine his cock would be bigger than Bobby's. It was a stare down. Ben had bested Bobby in front of me and Bobby had challenged him. Finally, Ben stared him right in the eye and said, "Keep talking, I'll whip it out and show you." Bobby scoffed, "Whatever, pussy, you don't have the balls to do that and even if you did, you don't have the dick to back it up." I had to step in. "Boys," I said, "you can settle this at home. You are not doing it right here in front of me." Ben was pissed now. And he didn't play on the team so he didn't have to worry about pissing me off. "Well we can shut the door. This little bitch wants to get embarrassed." "I'll kick your scrawny ass!" Bobby yelled. It was about to be a civil war. I stepped between them. "Well there is no way I am letting you two alone in a room right now." "Fine, stay," Ben said and began to unzip his baggy cargo shorts. Bobby slid his soccer shorts down and stood there in his boxers, grasping his big soft cock through his boxers. I was transfixed. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Ben pulled his boxers down and began to slide his hand over his cock. It was not nearly as big as Bobby's soft. It looked to be maybe a tad under 4 inches long and not near the thickness of Bobby. Bobby stripped down too and his long, weighty cock flopped out. For the first time I saw a look of concern in Ben's eyes. His soft cock was beginning to grow. He had a nice thickening patch of curly black pubes rising over his cock. Bobby's slightly lighter pubes were much sparser, and thick only immediately above where his cock joined his body. Ben's cock really was growing now, it was still noticeably soft as it grew to almost 6 inches. Bobby's thick cock was starting to rise as well and he jerked it rapidly. It got even thicker as it grew. I checked to make sure I wasn't drooling on myself. Ben's cock was still growing. He was slowly stroking it, and each pass of his hand seemed to add another eighth of an inch. Bobby had been dead honest about his dick. I looked over and saw it standing straight up. It had grown only an extra inch, a precise 6 inches long. However it fulfilled the promise of its soft thickness. It was a full 5 inches thick already. Meanwhile Ben had a winner's grin on his face as he took his hand off his cock and showed a full 7 inches of hard, thin freshman cock. Bobby just stared and said "Damn, that is a huge dick. You must have the biggest cock in our class." "Maybe," Ben answered, "but you gotta have the thickest." "I guess big dicks run in the family then," Bobby said. While they spoke and seemed to have made peace, they both were still rubbing their hard dicks. They were just looking at each other, and each other's cocks, and rubbing their dicks. I didn't speak. They seemed to have forgotten I was here, and I didn't want to remind them. They had the same basic technique. Both formed an O with their right hand and left the other fingers to work the backside of their hard dicks. Bobby's thick solid body tensed as he picked up his jerking pace. Ben was also speeding up. He loved to long stroke his long cock though. He moved quickly, but every stroke covered every surface of his dick from the base all the way to the missile tip. Bobby was locked in staring at his brother's passionate jerking technique. Ben was focused solely on his cock. His left hand rub his abs while his eyes were taking in the full length and beauty of his own cock. Ben and Bobby kept up their stroking for a few more minutes. They started to speed up at about the same time until their hands were almost blurry. Ben got there first. His legs bent slightly and his slender body arched back. An almost transparent gush of cum exploded out of his cock and landed 3 feet away. Two smaller blasts fell closer to him and he continued to squeeze his cock dry until he released a now shrinking cock that started to bend slightly downward. Seconds later, Bobby grunted and thick white cum fell from his slit. It didn't shoot; it just flowed out of him and puddle at his feet. They stood there, softening cocks dangling. Bobby was now bigger than Ben again. They pulled their boxers and shorts back on and turned toward me. I didn't say anything. They didn't say anything. They just went back to the kitchen and kept working. They left about an hour later and I retired to my bedroom, exhausted from moving all day. I'll spare you the details, but I had barely lain down before my 7 3/4 inch cock was rock hard. Between holding Brandon's solid cock in my hand and bringing him to his first man to man orgasm, and watching the two hot twins have a measuring and jerking contest, it didn't take me more than a minute to splatter my chest and abs with my hot cum. All night I dreamed of the day just ended. Some dreams relived it; some advanced further. I dreamed I was sucking Brandon's cock. I dreamed he gave me his virginity. I dreamed of Bobby and Ben. I dreamed the jerking contest moved to oral sex, as they 69'd in my bedroom. I slept all night with a hard cock and awoke Sunday morning and quickly sent another load all over the sheets as I remembered those wonderful dreams. Thankfully, it was Sunday, and I had a full day to rest. A full day before school Monday -- where I would see Brandon and Bobby at practice; where I would see Ben in the halls. I definitely needed the day off.