Date: Wed, 06 Oct 2004 19:38:30 -0500
From: Cameron Coppinger <ccopp8x6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Secret - Ch. 4 (m/t)

Brandon's Secret
Chapter 4
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.

Fear struck in my heart as I woke up to go to school on Monday.  Over the
weekend I had given a hand job to the senior captain of the soccer team and
watched a freshman and his brother have a measuring contest.  If either of
them opened their mouths, my job was history and God knows what else could
happen.

I arrived at school to find Brandon waiting outside my office.  I hoped he
just wanted to talk about the team or the season opener on Friday.  No such
luck.

"Hey Coach, you got a minute?" Brandon asked.

"Sure come on in," I replied, "What's going on."

"Nothin,'" Brandon replied, "I need to talk to you though.  It's about what
happened Saturday."

I cut him off.  "I am so sorry Brandon.  I never should have let it happen.
I can promise you, I am not going to tell anyone and we never have to talk
about it again.  I took advantage of you, and it won't happen again."

As I spoke, Brandon's face went from surprised to sad to almost angry.
"Coach, what are you talking about?  I'm not upset about that.  It was the
greatest thing that has ever happened to me.  I want to talk about it and I
want to . . ."  He stopped in mid-sentence.

"I liked it too Brandon.  You are such a hot kid and helping you get off was
one of the hottest experiences I have ever had.  But I teach at your school.
  We can't be risking anything while you are a student here," I said in a
rush.

"I don't want to get you in trouble.  But, I'm 18, I can decide what I want
to do and who I want to do it with.  I'm not interested in being boyfriends
or anything, I just want to have fun together, like we did Saturday." He
stepped closer to me.  I smelled his familiar scent, the same cologne he had
worn since he was a sophomore.  It was a smell that I subconsciously
associated with him.

I put my hand on his shoulder.  "Brandon," I said, "that means so much to me
to hear you say that.

I've thought about what happened a lot since then, and jerked off thinking
about it three times on Sunday.  My head tells me it's wrong and we can't do
it again.  My little head tells me to do it as much as we can.  I just can't
lose this job, it's all I have and I love it."

"I promise I am never gonna say a word," Brandon assured me, "I've jerked
off ten times since we did it, three that night and six yesterday.  And when
I woke up this morning, I was hard again and I jerked it before I took my
shower.  Coach, we just have to do it again.  You are the only one I can
trust about this and the only person I can learn with.  I don't want to get
to college and have no idea what to do when I have my first boyfriend.  It's
pathetic.  I am an 18 year old virgin.  Our kiss was my first real kiss.  I
don't know anything and you know so much."

"Don't overestimate me, Brandon," I told him, "I am deep, deep in the closet
and I have not done all that much, or at least not all that often.  But I
have cared so much about you since the first season you made the varsity.
You are such a special and great person.  I agree we can't date, but I don't
do mess around buddies either.  If we are going to do anything else
together, it has to be because you care about me as more than just a sex
teacher.  Otherwise, in the end, we are both going to be disappointed."

"I feel the same way," Brandon answered, "you have been there for me since I
was a sophomore.  Other people thought I was too little to play varsity, but
you believed in me and gave me the chance.  Every problem I have had, I have
been able to talk to you about.  I don't know that I love you, but you are
such a huge part of my life, that going the next step just seems right to
me."

I stepped to him and hugged him into my body.  I kissed the top of his head
and told him if he kept talking like that I was going to cry.  When we
pulled apart, he was crying.  I didn't even need to ask what was wrong.   I
knew they were tears of happiness, maybe of relief.  He stepped back to me
and pulled me down to face level.  We kissed hard, our lips pressed together
and our tongues fighting each other for access to the other's mouth.

We must have made out for 5 minutes.  The first bell was only 15 minutes
away.  How was I going to stand not being around Brandon until practice?  We
kissed again, and I felt his hand begin to rub my ass.  Boldly, he squeezed
my firm cheeks, first with the one hand, and then with two.  As he pressed
against me, a distinct hardness pressed against my leg.  Brandon began to
grind on my leg a bit faster, clearly enjoying the pleasure he was feeling.
  Damn there was just no time.  I pushed him off me and told him we had to
hurry.

I knelt before him and unbuttoned his baggy cargo shorts which were quite
disfigured by his erection.  Unzipping them, I quickly pulled them and his
boxers both to his ankles in a single motion.  His five and a half inch cock
stood straight up against his stomach.  His mushroom tip already glistened
with drops of precum generated from his anxious grinding.

I wrapped my hand around his nice rod and began to jack him slowly.  He
moaned lightly and I reminded him we were in school and he had to be quiet.
I had him sit on the desk while I got into the office chair and wheeled
myself in front of him.  I lowered my head to his groin and inhaled his
wonderful scent before my tongue brushed over the tip of his cock.

"Oh please, yes," he exclaimed, before he remembered my warnings and
promised he wouldn't say another word.  He leaned back against the wall and
gave me a beautiful view of his entire pubic area.  The hairs on his legs
were a reddish tint all the way until they turned into his slightly darker,
dirty blonde pubic hairs.  Brandon was small, he looked young, but he was
well through puberty.  He was not overly hairy, so his bush was dense but
not thick.  In a word, it was beautiful.  His balls hung loosely in their
sack, now positioned on the top of my desk.  A few hairs covered them, as
well as the base of his cock shaft.

Leaning back in, I licked his balls and they seemed to draw up a bit in
response to the attention.  I lightly stroked them and rolled them gently in
my hand.  Brandon's breathing grew more urgent and he whimpered just a
little.  My tongue began to lick the back side of his hard cock which still
pointed straight up.  He placed his hand on my cheek as I began to move my
tongue over his cock and I shivered from his touch.

Reaching the tip, I enjoyed the tasty pleasure of his precum before I
engulfed his head in my mouth.  I rolled my tongue all over his tip as he
squirmed on the desk.  Suddenly I plunged to the base and took all of his
cock in my mouth.  At his size, he barely entered my throat, but I did have
to open it a bit to take all of him.  His hands rubbed my hair as I began a
rapid movement up and down his saliva soaked shaft.  He thrust upward to
meet my downward movement.  I rolled my eyes upward to see one of his hands
up his shirt, pinching his own nipple.  I filed that bit of information in
the back of my head for future use.

He was nearly bucking now.  I knew he had to be close.  Even with all the
jerking off he did over the weekend, someone this new to sex with another
person was not going to hold out too much longer.  Sure enough, moments
later I felt his cock pulse with his heart.  He tried like hell to suppress
a low growl, but I could hear the pleasure he was voicing quietly.  He
grabbed my head and held me at the base of his cock as his first jet of cum
filled me mouth.  He pushed up again and a second, smaller shot hit the back
of my tongue.  No other spurts followed but I diligently sucked out every
last oozing drop of his seed and swallowed it.  No question his load was
diminished by the ten times he had cum in the last two days, but the salty
sweet taste that only a man's cum can have was all in my mouth.

As I let his now softening cock out of my mouth, Brandon pulled me up and
kissed me like he had never kissed before.  He kept whispering "thank you"
every time we briefly separated for a breath.  I pulled his shorts up to his
knees and he stood up and finished putting them back on.

Just then the first bell rang, indicating 5 minutes to the start of class.
Brandon looked sad, then scared as a knock came from the door.

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Thanks for reading the latest chapters.  Sorry this one was a bit short, but
I wanted to get it sent out to you.  Feel free to e-mail me with your
thoughts or encouragement.  The e-mails keep me writing! Thanks, Cam.