Date: Sat, 3 Apr 1999 12:40:53 -0800 (PST)
From: tumbler99@yahoo.com
Subject: "Running With the Coach - Part 2"

     This is a story that is entirely fiction.  The characters are true and
real, but the actual events never happened.  I would gladly accept any
comments, whether they be good, bad, or neither!  My email address is
tumbler99@yahoo.com Please email me with your thoughts on the story!

     When I first started writing, I didn't want to make a series.  I don't
know if it was because I didn't see how "Love At Last" could be made into
one, or if it was for a different reason.  But the more I think of "Running
With the Coach," I realize this is a perfect set-up for a small series.
So, I'll try my hand in it.

               Running With the Coach - Part Two
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     I woke up the next morning feeling worn out.  My contacts were dried
out, burning my eyes.  My body felt tight, like I'd been running a
marathon.  I tried to look around the room, but I couldn't make anything
out.  The curtains were pulled tight on the windows, letting in very little
light.  Wait.  My windows don't have curtains.  I don't even have any
windows.  I sat up, feeling the ache in my lower body.  I blinked my eyes
to get some tears flowing, and I looked around.  I saw the dresser against
the wall, in between two open doors.  I could see the bathroom, with soft
white counters and towels which looked very inviting.  I looked through the
other door, seeing a long hallway with stairs at the end.  I looked around
the room, noticing the armoire, with big, wonderfully decorated doors.  I
noticed the bookshelf next to it.  The books were lying everywhere: some
standing straight, others half-fallen over, and still others lying on the
cover at the base of the shelves.  Where the hell was I?  I've never seen
any of these things before.
     I continued to look around, until I felt a body move beside me.  I
quickly looked down, but couldn't make out anything but a large shape
beneath the comforter.  I slowly pulled it down and revealed a man, lying
with his back turned to me.  In a flash, the previous evening was
remembered.  How could I have forgotten that night of bliss that I spent in
my teacher's arms?  How could I forget his long, thick cock entering my
tight, shaved asshole?  I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering the
feelings.
     When I finally opened my eyes again, Andrews was sitting up, staring
at me.
     "Matt?  Are you all right?  Are you hungry?"  I could sense the
concern in his voice and it made me smile.
     "Andrews?  Do you realize what we've done?"  I couldn't help but bring
up the obvious problem we had.  He looked at me and smiled.  He lifted my
hand to his mouth, and gently placed a kiss on it.
     "Of course I know what we did.  It was the best night of my life.  You
don't realize how special you are, Matt.  You never have."
     I sat back in shock, letting his words sink in.  "You don't realize
how special you are?"  What did that mean?  I closed my eyes and thought of
the previous months, the ACT score I'd received, the scholarship I'd
received, the looks I've received, the jealousy and immaturity I've
received.  Maybe I didn't realize how special I was.  I'd known that I was
different: smarter, always a natural at whatever I did.  Did I actually try
to hide that because of others reactions?  Of course I did.  I hadn't
realized it until then, but I purposely tried to hide myself because of the
way I was treated by others when I had good news.  I had let the jealousy,
the anger, everything, do exactly what it was supposed to, which was to
make me feel bad about myself.
     But here was a man, kissing my hand, telling me I was special.  Here
was a man who believed in what I could do, and was telling me that I
shouldn't be ashamed of it.  Here was a man.
     "You really mean that, don't you?" I asked with my eyes still closed.
He leaned close to me, placing his face by mine.  He softly kissed my cheek
and whispered in my ear, "with all of my heart."
     My face broke into a smile, and he leaned into my lips, placing his
one mine.  We held each other for a few minutes, never losing contact with
our hands.  I could feel his throbbing erection, ready for some action, as
I pushed him back lightly.
     "I know what you want, big man.  But I'm hungry for something else.
What do you have in that fridge of yours?"  I climbed off the bed and
walked down the hall, still naked.  I looked over my shoulder and saw the
look of disappointment on his face.
     "Don't worry, Andrews, we'll be back up here before too long."  He
quickly jumped off the bed, his thick erection slowly losing its hardness.
     Down in the kitchen, I was pulling out waffle mix, eggs, grape juice,
and everything else we'd need for breakfast.
     "You cook too?" he asked, slightly shocked.
     "I'm not a chef, but I know how to make pancakes."  I grabbed a bowl
and started mixing ingredients.
     "Then don't you think you should be using pancake mix?" he laughed
lightly.  I stared at the box, actually reading it for the first time.
     "Oh, well, how about waffles then?"
     
     We ate breakfast in silence for awhile, enjoying the warm sunning
shining through the bay window on the table.  I was enjoying staring at
this beautiful face and body when he stood up and walked to the sink.
While he was washing his plate, I walked up behind him.  I wrapped my arms
around him, handing him my plate.  He was a little shorter than I was, so
my cock rested in the small of his back.  The warmth of his body sent my
blood rushing, and he could soon feel my throbbing shaft pressing against
him.
     "It feels like someone's ready for the start of our fun weekend."  He
looked over his shoulder and looked into my eyes.
     "I've already started, Andrews.  Where were you last night?"  I pulled
away laughing.
     "Oh, you don't get away that easily."  He reached for my waist,
pulling me into him.  He planted another soft kiss on my lips which we held
for hours.  I could feel his hard-on pressing into mine, and I felt like I
was in heaven.
     "You sure know how to make a man feel good," I whispered.
     "But you're the only one who'll ever find out just how good it does
feel."  He slowly picked me up and placed me on the counter.  I arched my
back, feeling his hands over my body.  He stroked my chest, feeling my
hardening nipples.  He reached up and brushed his fingers through my hair,
and brought them down to feel my cheekbones and face.  He softly leaned
into me and kissed my chest and abs.  He brought his mouth down to my
throbbing cock head and lightly licked it.  He gently blew cool air on my
wet head, making me shiver in ecstacy.  I moaned as he lightly kissed the
tip of my throbbing shaft.  He continued down my cock, placing a kiss every
inch.  After 7 kisses he started on the other side of the shaft.  I ran my
hands over his upper body, through his hair, wherever they wanted to go.  I
felt him take a few inches in his mouth and lick around the head with his
tongue.  He continued to slide down my shaft, taking more and more of me
into his mouth.  I could feel my head pressing against his throat, but he
didn't seem to mind.  He used his tongue like I'd only read about, causing
me to shake and shiver.  He lightly sucked, making his mouth into a vacuum.
He held my balls in one hand, softly rolling them and kneading them.  He
lifted up and slid back down.  He was doing everything in his power to make
me feel better than I've ever felt before, and it was working to a T.
     I finally looked away from the ceiling, wanting to watch him in
action.  The sight of my throbbing cock sliding into his mouth, the mouth
that I'd stared at for months, was too much for me.  I stroked his hair,
traced my finger over his deep scar, all the while wishing I could kiss his
beautiful face.  I felt something that I'd never felt before, and it wasn't
the incoming orgasm.  As I stared at him, I felt a silver cord between us.
It strummed with life and love, making a connection between us that nothing
in the world could break.  I knew I'd finally found love.  As this
realization sunk in, another followed quickly.  My balls where tightening
and my insides were ready to explode.
     "Oh Andrews, I can't hold on any longer.  I'm about ready to cum."  I
shouted, startling him a little.  He suddenly pulled away, holding me tight
at my base.
     "Well then I suppose I'll just have to slow down a little then, won't
I?" he asked, smiling at me.
     "Oh you jerk!  Don't do this to me.  Please!!"  As I whimpered and
begged, his flicked out his tongue, lightly touching me on my head, my
shaft, my balls.  But nothing was enough, and I felt my orgasm die down.
"There, you've won.  I'm not ready to cum yet."
     He glanced at me, smiling, as he lowered himself on my shaft again.  I
felt him ease up the suction a little, really concentrating on pleasing me
with his tongue.  I could feel my shaft completely enveloped by his warm,
wet mouth, and his quick, darting tongue was making me delirious.  I moaned
softly, uncontrollably, and felt him pick up the pace.  This time, as my
orgasm approached, I didn't utter a word.
     Although my eyes were closed, the stars were still there.  It looked
like the milky way on a crystal clear evening.  Bright white lights
gleaming in the darkness, shooting across the galaxy.  I let go, feeling
the first jet hit the back of his throat.  His mouth was instantly ten
times hotter than it was a second ago.  I could feel my thick cream cover
my cock and his tongue.  I let loose again.  And again.  I arched my back,
almost pushing him off his knees, and felt the energy drain from my body.
I moaned as the last few shots escaped from their prison, only to enter a
new one.  I looked down at Andrews.  His eyes were closed, and he was
pulling me to him.  Not a drop of cum had escaped his mouth, and I could
tell his was enjoying his dessert immensely.  As my cock deflated, he
looked into my eyes and slowly stood up.  He grabbed my neck with both
hands, pulling my face to his.  He stared into my eyes, and I could see the
tear drops forming in the corners.
     "I love you, Matt.  I want you to know how special you are.  Not just
to me, but to the whole world.  You are going to be someone in life.  Hell,
you already are.  You've got a great attitude, but you don't realize just
exactly how much you can give a person.  Matt - I love you, from the bottom
of my heart."  He leaned in softly, and without any rush, placed a gentle,
warm kiss on my lips.  As my own eyes started to brim with tears, I closed
them and lost myself in his kiss.  The salty stream that flowed down my
face mixed by our mouths with his own tears.  As I tasted the sweet cum and
the salty tears together, I knew I was in love.