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  • James

    • Sometimes, when we least expect it, things happen that either change our lives, or bring back moments in our life that has been lost somewhere in our subconscious. This usually won't turn our lives around, but it will make an impact on us for at least the present. I will never forget, nor do I want to forget, that moment in time that I first met James.

    I was taking graduate classes at a University near my home and it was summer. I would take classes two evenings a week, travel to the city for whatever particular class was meeting that evening, take the interstate home, but since it was late and I hadn't had dinner, I would stop off at a favorite hot-dog stand that I found during my class travels. It was close to my home and in the boundaries of a high school where I was doing some coaching in football and wrestling.

    Many times I would meet some of my players who lived near this stand and we would talk as I had my dinner. On occasion, I would see this one young man standing across the street, but never making a move to come over. I remember thinking he was cute. Why did I think this? Well, if the truth were known, I always had an eye for the boys. Yes, I was married, but during my high school and college days, I did involve myself in some male to male activities, which I did enjoy. But, with society being the way it was, someone going into education couldn't be "queer," now could they? I digress here, I'm sorry.

    On this particular evening, I noticed the stand didn't have the usual crowd of kids. Just one, standing at the corner of the building near the entrance door. As I parked and got out of the car, I could see him turn the corner and look straight at me. It was this young man that was always standing across the street. Our eyes met for a second. As I continued to walk, I could see him staring at me, looking me up and down. I was a bit self-conscious, but I have to admit also excited. As I passed him, he simply said "Hi," and I replied in the same manner.

    I placed my order and was waiting for it and just looking out the window. This boy was walking back and forth in front of the window, looking in. A couple of times I would smile and he would smile back. I was trying to place him, to think if I should know him for some reason. I knew he wasn't one of my football players or wrestlers. That I would know. But he did look familiar, but I wrote that off as seeing him on my visits here before.

    My hot dog and fries were ready; I picked them up and walked out the door. He was on the far corner of the building away from the parking lot. I looked over, again smiled, and walked to my car. I had a habit of eating in the car prior to leaving. As I started, I noticed him walking toward my car.

    He approached the car and I could see he was probably an underclassman, as he looked very young. As I looked him over, I could see his jet-black hair and beautiful blue eyes. His hands were in his pants pocket and as my eyes focused I could see him adjusting himself.

    "Hello again," he said very softly.

    "Hi," I said back, not knowing what to respond.

    "You coach at the high school, right?" he asked.

    "Yes, I do," responding weakly.

    We made some small talk about school, the weather and other things that were totally irrelevant as it turns out. All this time he was standing outside my door as I was sitting trying to concentrate on my food.

    Then it happened. He reached in the window and grabbed my hardening cock. "You like me," he said in a very matter of fact way.

    Of course, being an adult, teacher, and coach, I started to remove his hand. As I did, he got this saddened look on his face.

    "Yes," I said, "I like you but ...."

    "But, what?" he interrupted. "You don't like me enough to let me make you happy? Look, you make me very happy," he continued, opening my door and showing me his hard cock which he had taken out of his shorts with his other hand.

    Although I'm sure only a matter of seconds, but what at that time seemed like an eternity, I stared at his boy cock, hard, glistening with pre-cum. As I examined it in those few seconds, I could see his nicely shaped balls, seemingly full with boy juice. His dark pubic hair was also radiating his excitement, being moist. The head of his cock, a brilliant pink looked so inviting.

    I reached over and touched him and I knew at that moment I had crossed the line and didn't care. I squeezed. He jumped, but didn't move. The smile on his face grew larger and my hard on grew even harder. As I looked into those gorgeous blue eyes I knew that we had connected, not only sexually, but emotionally as well.

    I stammered quite a bit not knowing what to say or where this was going. I moved the car door out and he moved closer. I closed the door enough so that passer-by would not be able to see what was happening. He placed his hand back on my cock, rubbing it through the jeans I had on. We played for a second and then I realized the danger of what was happening in this public area.

    Again, I took his hand off of me and put his cock back into his shorts. "We can't do this here," I said. "It is too dangerous."

    "Do you want to sperm-off with me?" he asked.

    I had this unknowing look on my face, I'm sure, not exactly knowing what he meant. I realized he wanted to know if I wanted to get off with him, but the term "sperm-off" was unusual.

    I went through the normal reasons with him why it wasn't right. That he was much younger than I, the legal ramifications, the fact that I was a coach at his school, all the reasons NOT to do what he was asking. Intellectually I knew this wasn't right. Physically I wanted to enjoy this beautiful boy so very much.

    "I know a place," he continued, "where we can be alone. And I really want to see what I had in my hand," he finished with a smirk and giggle.

    "Where?" I asked.

    He told me to drive around the block almost directly behind the stand. He told me there was a field where no one would be, covered from traffic and where we could be alone. Nervously, I agreed, but not knowing if I could go through with this with him.

    "So, will you meet me there?" he asked. "I'll walk over there so no one sees us together if that is what you are worried about."

    He seemed to know what my concerns were as if he had done this before, which I felt, was the case. I agreed. He leaned over closer to me and gave my cock one more squeeze. I think he felt that would "seal the deal" so to speak. And, he was right.

    As he began to walk toward the field, I was again nervous about what was going to happen. But I was also extremely excited. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed another cock. I have to admit that I had missed it in the previous 10 years and this was an opportunity to at least determine in my mind whether or not I was truly gay or just remembering boy-hood experiences that were so very enjoyable.

    He looked back over his shoulder a couple of times I think trying to figure out if I was really going to follow him or if I was going to leave. As I pulled out of the lot, I could have turned left to go home, but I turned right to the next street and around the block. I got out of my car, locked it and checked the area to make sure no one was looking. I slowly walked toward the field, and when I got there, I popped in an opening that was there. My heart was pounding from fear, I think, but the blood was rushing to my groin making my cock harder than I remembered it being in a long time.

    I stood there for about a minute with no results. I began thinking that this was the wrong thing to do and that maybe this young man decided against it as well. I turned and began to walk back to where the car was parked. I took two steps and heard "Ah hum" behind me.

    I turned and there he was. "Were you chickening out?" he asked.

    "Well, yes, I guess I was," I responded. "This just isn't something I think I'll be comfortable with, to be honest."

    "Why?" he asked.

    "I think I told you earlier," I responded. "I have to admit I'd love to," I continued, "but I could get into a lot of trouble."

    He just walked toward me and again and rubbed his hand against my hard cock. I looked down to see what he was doing and saw that in his other hand he had his hard cock, slowly stroking it before me. He stopped rubbing my cock, took my hand in his and placed it on his maleness. I had definitely crossed the line now and there seemed to be no turning back.

    I voluntarily took his cock in my hand now, rolling the head between my fingers. I looked into his eyes and there was a look of contentment. He took his hand and unzipped my zipper and undid the snap to my jeans. He opened them up and reached under the elastic band of my underwear. He grabbed my cock and began mimicking what I was doing to him. It was now past dusk, dark, but lit by the light of the moon. I could see his beautiful penis, hard, as young men will be, leaking some pre-cum and glistening in the moonlight.

    I was also showing a sign of contentment, I guess, because he smiled at me and asked if it felt good. I smiled back and just shook my head yes.

    "Well, Brian was right," he said.

    "What?"

    "Well, coach, one of your football players told me you had a nice cock." I was shocked, but not surprised as I did shower on occasion in the coaches' office and the players would walk in and out just to talk. I started searching my memory for a Brian. "Brian?" I asked. "Brian who?"

    ""No names, Coach, but he was your quarterback," he answered.

    Damn, I thought to myself. Now it hit me why Brian was always in the coaches' office after nearly every practice. Oh, yes, he was asking questions about plays and various formations, but was also 'sneaking a peek' at the same time. Brian was a beautiful boy, for sure. He was 6'1" and 175 pounds. His blond hair was flowing and his deep blue eyes were always a fascination for me. However, I never had any thoughts of him in a physical manner. Well, not many, except when I would see him drying off in the shower room. For a 17-year old he was extremely endowed being a good 7 inches soft and I have to admit that I wondered about how big he might be with an erection.

    "Oh, really?" I managed to mutter as we were both still just holding and slowly stroking each other. "He told you that?"

    "Yes, coach, he did. But, I can tell him now that it is even better hard and in my hand," he said with a giggle.

    "Have you two done this?" I questioned.

    "Brian and I have been friends for a long time and yes, coach, we have spermed off with each other quite a lot since we were in 7th grade," he answered.

    I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I knew it wasn't unusual for adolescents to experiment sexually. But it did excite me, thinking that this young man and Brian had been together. And, just then, it hit me that I didn't really know who this boy was.

    "Well, you know me, but I certainly don't know you," I said.

    "James," he emphasized.

    "Well, James, nice to know you," I answered, knowing it sounded quite ridiculous in the situation we were in at the moment.

    He took his hand off my cock and removed mine from his. He unbuckled his pants, which I didn't even realize were still snapped. He opened them up more and removed his underwear down his thighs. He then reached toward me and did the same. There we were in this field, jeans down and our briefs at our thighs. His cock pointed straight upward against his pubic hair and stomach. and mine pointing out toward him.

    He looked down and again too hold of my manhood. He took it in his hand, thumb toward the base and pulled slowly outward. I reached out toward him and he stopped me. "Just let me first, okay coach?" he asked. I just shook my head yes, but I wanted more than anything to grab him in the same manner.

    He kept my cock in his hand and began to walk around me so that he was behind me. He reached his other hand around my left side and placed his hand on my balls and began to massage them. At the same time, his right hand was reaching around me grabbing my cock so that he had it with the thumb now toward the head.

    "It's easier for me this way to make you feel good, coach," he said as if to explain why he moved behind me. "Do you mind?"

    "Not at all, James," I answered.

    As he continued to massage my balls his right hand now began to stroke me more quickly. Not an all out ' make me cum' stroke, but quicker than we were previously. His hard cock was pressed against my back and I could feel him maintaining contact with my body and the pre-cum that he was emitting making the head of his cock slide as he was moving his right arm.

    It had been over 10 years since I had my cock in another guy's hand. The memories that it brought back were vivid and exciting. Oh, yes, my wife had jacked-me-off during our marriage, but couldn't begin to provide the expertise that James was showing. I then realized that it didn't matter what age a male was, the act of masturbation was inherent in our genes. James knew the pressure, the speed, and the manipulation that it took to make the experience pleasurable.

    My hips began to undulate and I knew it was a matter of seconds before I blew my load in James' hand. My mind was reeling with things I hadn't thought about in over a decade. My cock was burning with the desire to explode. I could feel my balls rise and tried to hold things back to maintain this pleasure for a few moments more. But, it wasn't to be, I guess, as James noticed the same signs and began to stroke faster. He knew what was going to happen and, not loosing contact with my cock and his hand, quickly moved in front of me, kneeling down in front of me. He continued to stroke quickly and I began to explode. He took my entire load on his face and I have to say it was the best orgasm I had had in many years.

    As I began to come down from the high he had provided, James slowed the strokes on my cock. He knew NOT to stop and how to milk me of the last bit of juice I had to provide. My cock began to soften as he licked the last bit of cum off the slit. As I looked down at him, he was covered with all I had shot, not missing his face with one drop.

    As he stood up, he continued to hold my cock with his right hand and began to use his left forefinger to gather some of the jism on his face. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked what he had taken. He smiled at me and those beautiful blue eyes told me he had enjoyed what had just happened. He was still squeezing my now soft cock, but now had his cock in his hand as well as our penis' glided against each other.

    "Enjoy?" he asked.

    "Do you have to ask, James?" I was still trying to catch my breath and let my heartbeat slow down. "It was great."

    "Well, do you still feel bad about doing this?"

    "Well, in one way, yes," I answered. "But I really enjoyed it," I continued. "My turn?" I asked looking him straight in the eyes.

    "It's up to you, coach," he told me. "This is all yours if you want it," he said, holding his hard cock in his hand shaking it at me.

    I took James by the shoulders and turned him around so that I was now in back of him. I reached around, as he did, with my left hand and began to play with his balls. My right hand grabbed his young hard cock and I slowly began to move it up and down the rock-hard shaft. I couldn't believe how great this felt. Again, my thoughts went back 10 years to the last time I had a man's penis in my hand. The feeling rejuvenated my lust. The memories now became reality, as I realized when I would get myself off at home I would fantasize about another cock in my hand.

    I wanted so much to give James the type of pleasure that he had given me. I recalled all the 'tricks' that I used with my other boyfriends and how I would make them feel. I slowly took the pre-cum he was producing and used my thumb and first two fingers to moisten the head of his cock. It was so hard and so 'plastered' against his stomach that it was difficult to point it away from his body to get a good lubing, but I did manage.

    I rolled the head in my fingers as I pulled his scrotum outward from his body. His marble-sized balls followed my hand and I grabbed first the right one and then the left one and manipulated them in my fingers. I then cupped his balls and used my hand to rub them in my palm. My right hand now was totally around the head of his cock. I realized that he wasn't that large, maybe about 6 inches, but his cock was of sufficient girth. The palm of my hand totally engulfed the head of his cock as I stroked him.

    I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing as his head fell back against shoulder and I could hear a slight moan. It was then that I felt something I hadn't felt for years. He took his tongue and licked my earlobe, driving me crazy. I let my hand slide down the shaft of his cock allowing the little foreskin that he did have (he was circumcised) to rest just above the 'V' created by my thumb and first finger. The lube that he created by his pre-cum, and I have to say some of the fluids that I had provided and gathered from his chest, allowed my hand to slide easily up and down his cock.

    Suddenly I felt his balls rise and could feel through the pulsating of his shaft he was about to cum. I really wanted to get in front of him and have him cum over me as I had him, but James grabbed my left arm not allowing me to go forward. He began to shoot his load. I could sense him tense up as his first shot flew out in front of him. Even though it was dark, I could tell that it exploded far in front of him. I took my hand off his balls and collected his remaining orgasm in my hand.

    I, too, was very proficient at milking the entire load from James. I slowed my strokes just letting him come down from the high that was created by his orgasm. James let go of my left arm and turned toward me. He lifted the hand that had his cum toward my mouth and let me lick it and taste him. I had forgotten how sweet it could taste. After I had sucked it all in my mouth, James moved his lips toward mine and we kissed. His tongue wasted no time in entering my mouth and we stood there kissing for a long time. He could taste his own cum in my mouth and I shared it with him willingly.

    After he broke the kiss, he stepped back. "Oh, that felt so fantastic, coach," he said breathlessly. He smiled and I smiled back. "And your cock is hard again," he laughed. Sure enough it was. It was then I realized that during our encounter I had become hard and remembered feeling my cock sliding along the crack of his buttocks. That is another story, but I will tell you that it made me realize my true sexuality.

    "Can we do this again?" he asked.

    "James, I don't know," I answered with some anxiety. "You know how I felt about this and I don't know if we should continue to do this with each other."

    "Well, I'll be here Thursday for you," he said with a big grin. He definitely knew my schedule I realized at that moment. "Maybe, just maybe, Brian can join us some time," he continued. "I know he'd love to get together with you."

    "That I don't know about, James. He is one of my players you know."

    "Yes, but I also know what he would like," James confided in me. "He has talked about it more than a few times with me and he wasn't just talking, I know."

    "Maybe, James," I continued. "But let's take things slowly."

    As I began to pull my underwear up, James stopped me. He leaned over and took my still hard cock in his mouth and began to slowly suck me. My hands went to the back of his head and my hips thrust forward to get more of my cock in his mouth.

    He stopped and stood up. "Just a preview of what is next," he said. "I would love to take you like that until you cum."

    "Not anymore than I'd like that to happen, James," I admitted to him. "But, I do have to go now."

    "I know you do. And, coach, thanks," he said as he snapped his jeans and pulled up his zipper. "I've wanted this for a long time and I'm glad you did."

    He turned and was lost in the large bushes that surrounded us. I began to walk toward my car but continued to look around to make sure no one was in the area. As I got into my car and headed toward my house, I relived what had just happened. I knew at that moment that my life had changed and that I could no longer consider myself as totally straight. I had tried, but life presents you with opportunities to discover your true identity. James had helped me in this realization, no doubt. And, this was not the last time that I met with James. Not by a long shot!


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