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“I would believe that if you were talking,” Coach said.

“Coach, have you…have you ever…did anything…” He lifted his head to look at the man. “…with another guy?” he blurted out.

Coach Bennett’s expression was dead-pan, unreadable. Then he chuckled softly. “Hell, Lee, we’ve all played around with another kid sometime in our lives. Anyone who told me otherwise, I would have to call a liar, or I’d worry about him.”

The response was typical of Coach Bennett. It made Lee feel better, but he didn’t think the coach got the picture. “This wasn’t…it’s not something that happened back in grade school and.....it wasn’t another kid,” he said.

The man’s expression didn’t change, except the chuckling smile slowly vanished. He slid down off the table and stood leaning his butt back against it with his ankles crossed. “Wanta tell me about it?” he asked.

But Lee couldn’t speak. How could he tell Coach Bennett that he had sucked another guy’s cock? “You had sex with an older man,” Coach said.

“He wasn’t any older than you,” Lee said.

“But older than you.”

“Yeah, they were older than me.”

“They? There were two of them?” Coach asked.

“Only one guy. And his wife,” Lee said.

“Whew! This is getting heavy,” Coach said in an easy tone. “Look, this isn’t going to be anything I can’t handle, so why don’t you start from the beginning, otherwise, I don’t think you’re going to manage getting the whole story out.”

Lee started at the beginning, where he’d stopped at the truck stop for supper, and walked Coach through the whole story, detail by detail, right down to the awful feelings he had about the man’s sperm swimming around in his stomach. It was all he could do to keep from breaking out crying.

“It’s gotta help, getting it out in the open, but I’ve got the feeling it goes deeper than what you’ve told me. I’m going to go up to the gym and get us a coke out of the machine, give you time to decide if there’s any more you want to tell me.”

There was a lot more. The worst part, maybe, but he didn’t know if he could say it. Coach Bennett returned with two cokes and handed one to Lee. “Is my gut feeling right?” Coach asked.

“When was your gut feeling every wrong?”

Coach Bennett waited, sipping his cock unhurriedly.

“Yeah, there’s more,” Lee said finally. He told about his dates with Cindy McCabe, leaving out the part about Brian…he could never expose that secret, about him and Brian, or him and Todd. “So you’re making love to…”

“No, I didn’t make love to her. I don’t love her. It was just sex. Like everything else in my life.”

“Maybe we should explore that remark,” Coach said.

“Okay, let’s explore it,” Lee said, almost defiantly. “My entire life is wrapped up in sex. Sex IS my life. I never stop thinking about it; I gotta have it every day, some-times several times a day.”

“What you’re describing is the life of every boy your age,” Coach said.

“No. No, you’re wrong, Coach,” Lee said, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m sure you have far more opportunities than most boys your age, or even most men, with your looks and the way you’re built.”

“My looks and my body…all these muscles…and my big oversized dick...it’s like a curse. Shit, Coach, I’m fucking my own step-mother! My dad’s wife!”

The coach didn’t remain expressionless. His mouth dropped and his eyes popped wider. He had to take a moment to compose himself. “Now that is heavy,” he said. “I can see why that might get to you.”

“That’s not it, Coach. It’s…it’s the trucker and his wife that brought me here to talk to you…the trucker, mainly. I...I sucked the guy’s cock, Coach,” he blurted. “Granted, I didn’t have much choice after I put myself in that situation, but that wasn’t the end of it. I’m thinking about them…him…when I’m screwing a girl! God, Coach, I’ve even thought about going back out to the truck stop to meet up with them again.”

“Not that I can say this is okay, but remember, there is a woman involved here,” Coach reminded him. “I’m not sure I would care if…if she didn’t show up,” Lee said. “Coach, am I gay?”

Coach Bennett held his composure. “Only you can answer that,” he said. “Is it just this one fantasy about this trucker? Or do you fantasize about…have there been others, other males?” Lee dropped his head, nodding.

“Men? Or boys?”

“Guys my own age,” Lee replied. “I’m not…doing them, but I’m having sex with them,” he said.

Coach Bennett set his coke down. “Uh, just a minute.” “Where’re you going?” Lee asked as the coach was walking out of his office.

“I’ll be right back.”

Lee sat and waited, bewildered and drained from his admission. He began to wonder if it was a good idea, coming and opening up to the coach. He guessed so; he felt better. But would he later, knowing that someone else knew his deepest, darkest secrets. Then Coach Bennett walked back in. All he had on was a jockstrap. Lee’s eyes popped open and his mouth dropped. What the hell was he doing?

Coach Bennett resumed his stance at the table, sat back against it and picked up his coke. Lee looked at him, up and down. Coach Bennett was a stud of a man. Not forty, he was built like a tank with hair on his chest like the trucker and light-sun-bleached hair on his legs contrasted with the dark hair sticking out around his jockstrap. Everybody admired his muscles; especially the girls. Lee had never seen him naked. He’d never seen him in a jockstrap before either, but looking at the way the bulge hung so big and heavy, he was a man in all respects. He wondered what he was doing. What did he expect him to do?

“I’m not a bad looking guy,” Coach said.

“You’re a great looking guy,” Lee said.

“Does this turn you on, seeing me like this? Or maybe your younger team-mates, does it turn you on to see them in their jockstraps, or naked in the showers?”

“I never thought about it till…yeah, I’m man enough to say that I admire your build, coach,” he said.

Coach stood sipping his cock for a moment longer. Then he brushed his hand down over the front of his jockstrap. Lee saw it and glanced up to see Coach looking right at him, and he knew he had done it to get his reaction. Lee didn’t know what to say. “Okay, you don’t come to me. I guess that’s good,” Coach said as he sat the can down. “What if I come to you?” With that he shoved himself away from the table and walked over to Lee sitting in the chair. He stood squarely in front of him with one hand on his hip, the other down at his side. Sitting leaned over with his arms on his thighs; Lee was face-to-face with the man’s bulging jockstrap. “This is man-to-man, you can tell me to get the hell away from you,” Coach said.

Lee felt the emotions choking off his breath. He was scared to speak, afraid that the thoughts whirling around in his head would come out into words that he didn’t want hear himself say. He wished he had some more bourbon. But it wasn’t the bourbon that was causing the thoughts, or the feelings he was having. “W-what if I…d-don’t want to?” Lee stammered huskily.

“It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last time that a guy’s woke up and found himself having the thoughts and feelings you’re having,” Coach said.

“Shit, I don’t know what I’m thinking,” Lee said, shaking his head wearily.

“Yes, you do,” Coach said. “You might not understand your feelings, but you can’t deny what you’re thinking.”

“No. No, I can’t,” he admitted, hanging his head. Then he looked up again, his eyes wet. “What’s gonna happen if I…w-what’re you gonna think of me, Coach?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“Nothing more or less than I always have,” Coach replied.

Lee sat with his gaze lowered to the coach’s knees. He stared for a long time as a strange calm slowly came over him. It was a weird feeling, as if the calm made everything okay. He reached out and placed his hand on the side of the coach’s thigh. The muscles flexed, as if he had jumped with surprise. He ran his hand up and down the rock-hard muscles. “You really are gonna let me do this?”

“Yes, if you want to, and I’m not going to condemn you for it,” Coach said.

Lee slipped his fingers under the elastic band that wrapped around the coach’s hard butt. His butt muscles were solid as a rock, just like the rest of him. It was one of those rare times when he wished he had some poppers. He leaned in and brushed his face lightly against the pouch of coach’s jockstrap. It was warm and he could feel the life inside it. He opened his mouth around that life, soaking the mesh-like material with his spit. It all seemed so okay, maybe because it was Coach Bennett. He brought his tongue in motion and felt the heavy cock coming to life. He wondered how big he would be; if he would be as big as the trucker. Only one way to find out, he thought. He tugged the waistband down in front, slowly exposing the big cock. It was thick at the root. He pulled the jock down farther, then farther, exposing the long, meaty shaft with its network of big, bluish veins. It was a long way before he head popped free and his cock swung out with relief. Lee tucked the jock under his balls and his entire manhood hung out over the waistband. Yeah, he was BIG. Maybe bigger than the trucker, he couldn’t tell yet. He had big balls, too--beautiful, big balls. And a beautiful cock. Shit--where did that come from? When did he start thinking a guy’s cock and balls were beautiful?

There was a warm, musky-sweet aroma that intoxicated him. He felt the heat of the man’s cock so close to his mouth. In a minute or so the head of it was going to be against his lips if he didn’t move back. He didn’t move and he didn’t wait. He wet his lips and opened them wide and scooped up the bulbous head with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth.

“OOuuhhnnnn,” Coach moaned softly.

Yeah, make him feel good. He liked it. He wondered if he did this any of the other guys; if any of the other guys had the same problem; if he listened to their problems then let them suck his cock. Maybe he was making it with Todd and Brian. The big cock grew even bigger inside his mouth, the head pressing against the opening of his throat. He’d taken the trucker in his throat; he could take the coach’s cock. He pressed forward and opened his throat as best he could and sucked hard so he forced the head through the opening. Then he gulped and swallowed it down.

“AAAwwwhhhnnnnn!” Coach moaned louder.

Lee sucked it all the way up and down several times then moved off to get his breath. “Aawww, Coach, I think I’ve wanted to do this always,” he whispered as he went back down on the big cock. He smashed his face hard in coach’s pubes. His balls felt good against his chin and his cock felt good deep in his throat. It continued to grow and snake deeper and expand till his throat was stretched something awful. It felt like it was stiffening so hard and straight that it might straighten his throat. Lee held on for a moment before he had to get off of it again. “Geezuss,” he swore softly as he let it go and hung his head.

“That was damned okay,” Coach Bennett said.

Lee kept his head down for a minute, trying to gather enough thoughts whirling around in his head to make some sense of what was happening. But his brain was still muddled from the bourbon and he couldn’t think straight. But if his brain wasn’t muddled would he be doing this?

“That all you want?” Coach asked quietly as he took his cock in his hand and started to put it back inside his jock.

Lee stopped him with his own hand around his cock and Coach moved his hand away. Lee swallowed so he could speak. “No,” he said huskily. “No, I wanta finish it. I wanta get you off, coach.”

“All right. You don’t have to. This isn’t one of those things you have to finish.”

“I want to,” Lee confirmed.

“Okay.”

There was no urgency in his tone. It was as if he were doing Lee a favor by letting him suck his cock. Lee sucked it. He half wished the coach was forcing him, like the trucker did, but that was just a psycho-ego thing. He didn’t need to be forced. He did it willingly, almost lovingly, a way of showing his deep admiration and respect for the man. He couldn’t get the big cock all the way in his throat now that it was so big and so hard...about eight or nine inches, he guessed....but he could tell he was doing okay with his mouth around the head, the way coach was moaning. He hoped he wasn’t trying to hold off. He wanted to finish him off. He wanted him to come in his mouth. Actually, he didn’t want him to, but he’d done it for the trucker and he owed Coach Bennett that same pleasure.

Coach wrapped his hands around his head. “Lee,” he said softly. “Lee, I’m getting close, in case you want to change your mind.” Lee didn’t let up. If anything, he sucked all the harder and he could feel the coach giving in; giving himself up to him. He braced himself as the coach’s legs began to tremble in his hands and his hips lurched uncontrollably and his breathing became ragged. It was a strange thing to feel and see and hear. You think of your teachers and your coach as just your teachers and your coach, not as real human beings. Coach was as human as any other guy--studly and hot and his balls were about to explode.

Suddenly a powerful salvo of hot cum shot out of the end of his cock and blasted against the back of Lee’s mouth. Geezusss, he shot like a power hose. It was followed by another and another and Lee started counting them. Six in all that spurted out, then he could feel the stuff still boiling out of his cock, filling his mouth. When Coach was finished, maybe before he was completely done, he twisted around to get a towel off the corner of the table. “Here, I’ll get something to...” But before he could finish, Lee was swallowing his cum. “Oh, Shit!” Coach swore softly under his breath.

Lee gulped and swallowed and sucked the rest of coach’s come out of his cock and swallowed that too. For good measure he pulled his cock down into his throat and milked it even more with his throat muscles. Then he pulled back till the big cock fell free and smacked softly against coach’s thigh. Eyeing it, he thought, Dam, he couldn’t believe he had all of that in his throat!

“My God!” Coach swore as he stumbled backwards to rest his butt against the table. Lee smiled and laughed softly. “You said you’ve done that only one time before?” Coach asked.

“Yes, sir.” Coach Bennett shook his head in disbelief. “I guess I’m good at it, huh?” Lee said.

“No--not just good. I’ve had my share, I guess, but never anything that even approached that,” Coach said.

“That’s what bothers me, coach, that I’m evidently so good at it,” Lee said.

Coach took the towel and wiped the end of his cock off then wiped up a small pool of cum that had drained out of his cock onto the floor. Then he went over to his desk and sat down in his chair. “You’re going to have to forgive me, but I need a minute to recoup my thoughts,” he said.

Lee laughed again. “Yeah, I guess it’s not every day you get hit with this kind of a problem.”

“Up front, Lee, it’s not necessarily a problem, unless that’s what you make it out to be,” Coach said.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe you are gay. Maybe you’re not. Maybe you’re just a horny teenager that takes his sex whenever and wherever he can, which is not all that uncommon.”

“The problem is what kind of sex I’m taking,” Lee said. “I crossed the line from being just another horny teenager, didn’t I, when I started sucking cock.”

“You haven’t started sucking cock,” Coach said.

“What do you call what I just did?”

“With the trucker, you were forced into it. Granted, you placed yourself in the situation, but then it was pretty much out of your control, from the way you describe the truck driver.”

“He was huge. Easily over three hundred pounds and I didn’t see any fat,” Lee said.

“This...today, with me...it’s something that just came up and happened as a result of your wanting to let everything out. It’s the reason you came to talk to me, isn’t it?”

Lee laughed. “Talking to you and sucking your cock are two different things, coach, wouldn’t you say?” he said.

“Are you going to come looking for me again?” Coach asked.

“I doubt it,” Lee said.

“Then you’ve faced your fears,” Coach said.

“Is that all it was? Like jumping into a lake when you’re afraid of water? I did that when I was a kid,” Lee said. “Something like that.”

“But then I learned how to swim, and I like the water,” Lee said.

“I don’t have an answer for that, son,” Coach said. “I’m sorry if I let you down.”

“You didn’t let me down, Coach. You helped me get it all out in the open. And now I know I’ve got somebody to talk to if I need to. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“I’m always here for you,” Coach said.

“For listening? Or anything?” Lee asked.

Coach swallowed hard to cover his hesitation. “I shouldn’t have let this happen, son, and it shouldn’t happen again. But I’m here for you. Enough said?”

“Enough said,” Lee agreed.

Despite his over-the-fence escapades with the coach and the trucker, Lee was confident that his manhood was intact. He was sleeping with Alicia on a regular basis, almost every night. Despite his dad’s admonition, he had pretty much taken over his dad’s bedroom and his manly duties, as if he were the husband. He truly was the man of the house. He was almost angry with jealousy when his dad came home and resumed his rightful place in his bed, and he wondered if his dad was servicing her as well as he did. They never spoke of the arrangement. Lee wanted to, but when his dad didn’t bring it up, he kept his mouth shut. It was only for a week, and the morning his dad left again, he was barely out of the driveway before Lee was back in his bed with his wife. It was so quick that he could still feel the warmth of the man’s body in the sheets. The gnawing in his guts never went away. Not guilt anymore, over fucking his dad's wife. It was about Bruce, the trucker, and his wife, Mendy. More specifically, it was about Bruce.

He found himself watching the calendar, waiting for the month to be over and the beginning of a new month. On the first he drove out to the truck stop, about the same time of day as the time before. He ate supper and watched and waited, but they never showed up. He drove back on the second with no luck. Something inside told him that the no-shows were a chance for him to back out. But something else stronger made him try one more time. They’d said the first, second or third, so this was the night. They were true to their word. He was just getting his order when he saw them walk in the door; Bruce in worn jeans and heavy boots and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his bulging biceps and Mendy in tight leather pants and boots and a white top. Lee felt his blood begin to warm up at the sight of them.

They saw him and he waved them over. In the moment it took them to approach his booth the guilt and shame and all the rest vanished, overpowered by the unrelenting lust that dwelled deep in his loins.

“Hey, Lee,” Bruce said with a broad smile and his hand out.

“Hi, Lee, Honey,” Mendy said as she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Mind if we sit down?” Bruce asked.

“Go ahead. I’ve been saving this booth for three days now,” Lee said. He wished he hadn’t told them he had been there for the two days before but they thought it was wonderful.

“We wondered if you would show up,” Bruce said as they slid into the booth.

“We were certainly hoping so,” Mendy put in.

“She was hoping, that’s for damned certain,” Bruce said.

“Oh, so were you,” she said, punching her husband. “Did you miss us?” she asked Lee.

“I don’t know whether it was missing you, but I thought about you a lot,” Lee admitted. Hell, he was there; he might as well admit it.

Bruce and Mendy ordered and they ate and chattered like old friends. All things considered, they were much more than old friends, but Lee didn’t see them as friends. He saw them as a good time, and he knew the feeling was mutual. When they were done eating, Bruce picked up both tickets. Mendy clung close to Lee as her husband paid the bill. She seemed almost jittery with excitement. Lee wondered if others in the place had any suspicion of what was going on, why these two truckers were picking up a teenager. Maybe they thought he was their son or nephew.

In the sleeper, Mendy was almost out of her clothes before Bruce had the doors locked. Bruce didn’t waste any time getting naked either. They kidded Lee for being so slow again, but he was watching them undress. He did it slowly, sort of like a strip; he liked their eyes raking over his naked muscles.

“Ohhhh, you’re ready,” Mendy cooed when she saw Lee’s stiff cock.

I want to finish what I started,” Lee told her.

My God, Honey, if you were just starting the last time, we’d better have the paramedics standing by.”

Might not be a bad idea,” he said. He slipped his work boots back on.

“Oh, you remembered!” Mendy cried gleefully.

It was no different than before. He felt the surge in his nuts as he watched them bare their bodies. Like the first time, there were no pretenses--less, in fact. Mendy stretched out on the bed and spread her legs in welcome and Lee accommodated her with one gentle thrust of his big cock. Her moan was barely out of her throat before Bruce thrust his cock into Lee’s waiting mouth.

He wasn’t shocked this time, and he didn’t recoil. He took the thick cock willingly and sucked it hungrily, his lust fueled even more by Mendy’s live pussy around his own cock. Bruce blew his load in his mouth and Lee swallowed it. No surprise there, either. He knew the taste and he welcomed it. He kept on fucking Mendy, determined this time to make her have an orgasm. In the end, she did, and Bruce had to stuff his shorts in her mouth to muffle her screams.

Lee didn’t go off. He did his job too well and left himself high and dry. It was okay. It was worth seeing the look on Bruce’s face as he looked at his wife lying on the bed like a dying fish. “Geezuss, H. Keerist! What did you do to her, Lee?” he asked.

“I think I made her cum,” he said. “I don’t know exactly how that happens with a woman.”

Bruce laughed, shaking his head. “Shit, I’ve never made her do that,” he said. “Of course, I ain’t built like you.” Lee shrugged, trying to hide his smug pride. “She’s gonna throw rocks at me now,” Bruce continued.

“I doubt that,” Lee said. “Your cock is so thick, you can’t leave much untouched.”

“I just don’t reach far enough, I guess,” Bruce said.

Lee thought it was neat that the guy was so okay with the fact that a teenager had given his wife more pleasure then he had or ever could. “There are ways to take care of that,” Lee said.

Bruce gave him a quizzical look. “On top of everything else, you’re going to be a smart-ass. Tell me, what?”

“Buy a big, long dildo,” Lee said. “She sure likes it when you eat her. You could do that while you’re using a dildo that will touch every where I do. Get one that vibrates, even.”

Bruce broke out in a broad smile. “How the fuck did a kid your age get so damned smart about shit like that? Hell, you don’t have to answer that. A cock that size carries a certain obligation, that you know everything there is about sex.”

“I never thought of it that way, but I guess you’re right, I am expected to know a lot, just because of my cock size.”

“Well, you learned it well, kid.” Then he asked, “How long have you been sucking cock, along with being the world’s greatest cocksman?”

“You were the first time,” Lee said.

“No fuckin’ shit!” Bruce exclaimed happily. “I got a cherry? Damn, I wish I’d known. So, was this your second time?” he asked with a grin.

“Uhh...not exactly.”

Bruce laughed. “You tried it and you liked it! Who else?”

Lee decided he could open up with Bruce and Mendy, if she was conscious. They didn’t know him or anybody he knew. “My coach,” he said.

“Goddam, you are awesome,” Bruce said. “Putting the make on your coach! Shit, how many guys have got the balls to do that!”

“Actually, I wasn’t trying to put the make on him. It just happened. I went there to talk to him about…about some things, and it just happened.”

“I’ll bet you go talk to the coach pretty often, now, don’t you?” Bruce said.

“I haven’t gone back,” Lee said.

“But you will,” Bruce said. “You came back here.”

Bruce was right. Maybe his remark instilled it in Lee, but he did go back to see Coach Bennett. Nothing to talk about this time; he went back for sex. Coach Bennett was glad to oblige.

“What’s up?” Coach asked when he came into the locker room.

“Nothing in particular,” Lee replied.

“What’s up in general, then?” Coach asked.

Lee shrugged.

“Did you lock the door when you came in?” Coach asked.

“Yeah.” The door locked made it okay and they understood each other.

“Okay, how about right here?” Coach asked as he pulled his T-shirt off. Even if that wasn’t the reason he’d come, or if he would’ve preferred going into the safety of the office, when he saw the coach’s bare, muscular chest and abs, he was ready for anything, anywhere. He pulled off his own shirt and they undressed together. No pretenses with the coach, either. He stretched out on one of the benches between two rows of locker with one arm under his head. He cocked one foot up on the bench and flung the other leg out. His cock hung down over his balls, almost touching the bench. Lee kicked his jockstrap away and knelt down between his leg and the bench.

Things were getting out of hand. He was fucking Alicia every night and throwing in a girl or two in between times. He was fucking Todd and getting head from Brian, and fucking him too, and still taking him his used, filled condoms. Brian was collecting them, for what reason, Lee didn’t know. He was successful in staying away from the truck stop but he went back to Coach Bennett again. He felt like a snowball at the top of a hill, starting to roll down. And like a snowball getting bigger and picking up speed, it seemed like things kept cropping up, one after another, plummeting him headlong down a very steep hill.

He was at Brian’s house one night when Brian’s folks were away. He took him two condoms. The last many times, Brian had taken them down to the refrigerator in the basement, to keep them fresh, he said. “What do you do with ‘em?” Lee asked. “Are you keeping every one I give you?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a collection going.”

“What happens when you forget you put one in the refrigerator and you mom finds it?”

“She don’t get in the refrigerator downstairs,” Brian said. Then he smiled. “What the hell, maybe it’s time,” he said as he got up from the bed. He left and came back with a tray of ice cubes. Lee scowled with a grin. “What the hell is that?”

Brian held the ice cube tray out to him. Nearly three-quarters of the holes were filled, but obviously not with ice. Bruce laughed, and choked on his laughter.

“You’re fuckin’ freezing it?!”

“Yeah, I keep this tray in a big plastic bag way down on the bottom of the basement freezer under some other stuff,” Brian said.

“Okay,” Lee said, nodding, but still bewildered and curious. “So, you’re starting a sperm bank? Hey, if you started selling my sperm, I want a cut.”

“I’m not selling it,” Brian assured him with a little smirk as he dislodged one of the milky cubes. He gave Lee a knowing grin and put it in his mouth.

Lee gaped at his team mate chomping on the cum-cube. “Geezusss! If I wasn’t watching you, I wouldn’t believe it,” he said.

Brian swallowed and dislodged another cube. He held the tray out for Lee to take one. “No, thanks,” he said, holding up one hand. “Try one. It’s your come, and don’t TELL me you’ve never tasted your own cum. It tastes even better frozen.”

Brian was right; he had tasted his own come. And the coach’s come and the trucker’s come and it suddenly frightened him that he might be developing a taste for the stuff. If it tasted better frozen…

“Come on, try it, it’s not gonna kill you,” Brian urged him. Then he set the tray down and went to his dresser. He dug around in the bottom drawer and brought out a small, brown bottle. Lee recognized it as poppers. “Here, if you need some courage,” Brian said as he uncapped the bottle. Lee didn’t protest when Brian held the bottle up to his nose. He knew he was admitting by his actions that he wanted to do this. He breathed in the acrid aroma several times and watched Brian put the cap back on. Then Brian was taking the cum-cube out of the tray and offering it to him, right close to his mouth. He rubbed it against his lips. All the while the poppers were kicking in and Lee felt his head spinning and the tingling feeling everywhere and him wanting to do this--till he opened his mouth. He held the cube gingerly on his tongue at first, afraid of its taste. It was a cold, good taste. He bravely chomped down on it and the crystals of his own cum spread over his tongue, leaving a bitter-sweet taste as they melted. He chewed and wallowed the stuff around in his mouth and then swallowed it.

“Yeah, that’s a stud!” Brian said. “It takes a stud to eat his own come. How was it?”

“Not...not bad,” he admitted. He laughed. “You’re right, it does taste different frozen.”

“Not just different. Better. Come on; admit it…it tasted better.”

“Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve had a taste of my own stuff, but yeah, as I remember it, it does taste better.”

“Want another one before the poppers wear off?” Brian asked. He was already popping the cube out of the tray and holding it up and Lee let him put the second cum-cube into his mouth. He chomped eagerly, relishing the taste of his own ball-nectar. Later, while Brian was sucking him off for the third time, Lee kept eyeing the bottle of poppers on the night stand while trying to dismiss the thoughts that were sneaking into his head. The mere sight of the bottle sitting there made the temptation more difficult to deal with. Once he started to reach out for it but quickly drew his hand back. He was drained by the time he left Brian’s house, both physically and emotionally. The taste of his own cum lingered in his throat and he was having no luck denying that he liked the stuff. He half wished he’d asked Brian for another cum-cube, which was silly, because he could fill his own ice-cube tray at home, except there wasn’t any place to hide it.

Instead, he tried something he’d never done before. He took his load in his mouth. Being an agile athlete, it was easy to bend himself in half so his cock was aimed right down at his mouth, and jack it off. He splattered his face good but managed to get most of it in his mouth. In the process, he made another awesome discovery. He was flailing around and humping his cock at his mouth when he lunged at just the right angle and suddenly he had about half of his cock IN his mouth! So deep that the head was nudging against his throat! He squealed and whimpered with delight as he more or less sucked himself to get the last spurts of cum out of his cock.

He lay there, bent in two, gasping and trembling. He was so weak he couldn’t raise his heavy thighs up to straighten out. Finally, he rolled to one side and collapsed in a heap. Come ran down his face and he made a swipe at it then grabbed his shorts to wipe the stuff off. His stomach felt queasy. There was so much of it and he had swallowed so much that he felt like he was going to be sick. Yeah, Brian was right, it tasted better frozen. But the experiment wasn’t wasted. He could suck his own cock! He had heard the jokes about a guy being hung so big he never had to leave the house, and he wondered why he hadn’t thought about it before--probably because he hadn’t thought about sucking cock before!

His discovery brought a whole new dimension to his sex life. He liked sucking his own cock almost as much as having Brian suck it; almost as much as fucking Alicia. Only thing was, he had to wait till she was gone shopping or on errands to do it. But the novelty wore off and he fell back into his normal routine, saving his self-suck sessions as a special occasion. He thought often about Mendy and Bruce. He wished they came through more than once a month. What the hell, he thought; a truck stop was a good place to meet other people. He’d met Bruce and Mendy there; chances were good that he could meet someone else. People came into the truck stop from all directions. Even if he didn’t meet up with another couple, he was confident that he could pick up someone new and interesting. He had a date that night, but he cut it short, without even trying to fuck her. He knew she must be wondering why, but he offered no explanation. He dropped her off and headed out to the truck stop. He took the corner booth where he always sat. Instead of one of the young, good looking waitresses, he got an old, heavy-set woman with bleached hair, wearing jeans that were two sizes too small. He was glad she didn’t come on to him. He ordered then looked around. There were some interesting looking people, but he felt there was little chance that anyone would approach him like Bruce and Mendy did. That was probably a one-in-a-million thing. He did catch the eye of a well-dressed, good looking woman with a man Lee presumed to be her husband. She had a nice, solid looking butt spreading a little off the chair, and big tits, and a look in her eye. They made eye contact a couple more times; giving him a glimmer of hope that maybe they were a couple out looking for some fun. But then he decided that she was probably just a frustrated wife, out with her husband, wishing she could be there by herself and get picked up.

Two guys came in, obviously truckers by the way they were greeted by the waitresses. They looked around and headed toward the booth right next to where Lee sat. They were both big and good-looking; one with black hair, the other had dark blonde hair. They weren’t big like Bruce. Lee judged them to weigh about two hundred pounds but it was all in the right places, some of it showing. They wore short-sleeved knit shirts that hugged their broad, powerful chests and their big biceps. Their jeans hugged their lower body nicely, too. If they weren’t bodybuilders, they sure as hell had good genes. Maybe they were brothers. The blonde nodded at Lee as he slid into the booth with his back to him. The other guy slid in on the other side and gave him a quick nod. His initial thought was that they were just being friendly. They ordered and bantered with the waitresses and kept up the banter between each other as they ate. They talked about being on the road, what they’d hauled, and generally confirming to Lee that they were truck drivers. Lee nursed several cups of coffee as he listened. Even thought there was obviously nothing there, he enjoyed watching them. The black-haired guy’s arm muscles bulging and rippling as he gestured, and the blonde’s broad back and shoulder muscles moving under his shirt. The guy had a nice, thick neck, too. When the two were finished eating they stood up and were taking out their wallets.

“Are you a driver?” the blonde guy asked Lee.

“No,” Lee said, almost blushing with embarrassment that they thought so.

“You waiting to meet someone?” the black-haired guy asked.

“No one in particular,” Lee replied. “Well, Charlie’s got a bottle he wants to break open but if he opens it by himself he’ll down it all and get too shit-faced to drive. If you’re not waiting on anybody, do you wanta come and help us polish it off?”

Lee’s first instinct was guarded skepticism. His parents had warned him about strangers since he was a little boy. But it sounded like they were just being friendly, and he wasn’t a little boy and these two guys were funny and interesting as hell, besides being built and good looking, which made him not rule out certain possibilities.

Sure,” he said as he slid out of the booth. They all paid and he followed them out of the restaurant. “By the way, I’m Rick. This is Charlie.”

“Lee,” he said, shaking their hands in turn. “Are you guys driving partners?”

“No, we’ve got our own rigs. We just manage to meet up here every now and then and get caught up on things,” Rick said. “That’s my rig over there, the black one,” he added, pointing to a mean-looking sleeper that shone in the soft lights. “That’s mine, there,” Charlie said. He pointed to a bright red sleeper. Lee figured they would go to one of their rigs but instead, they started walking across the broad parking lot toward the motel that sat adjacent to the truck stop. He wondered why they would be staying in a motel when they were both driving sleepers.

“We’re gotta go over to the motel and get our stuff,” Charlie said.

“How come you’re staying at a motel when you’re both driving sleepers?” Lee asked. “We don’t stay overnight. We split the cost of a room just so we can shower. If we don’t mess up the beds and we’re out before six, they make us a special deal.”

Inside they gathered up their stuff and Charlie and Rick paid then they headed back to the rigs. Rick tossed his bag into his cab and they went to the other rig. Charlie got in first and Rick stepped aside to give Lee a boost up into the sleeper. Lee thought he had a tighter-than-necessary grip on his butt and his thigh. Lee climbed into the sleeper while Rick locked the door. It was similar to Bruce’s sleeper except there was a set of weights and a weight bench taking up a good amount of space. “Make yourself at home, and don’t trip over the weights,” Charlie said as he tugged his shirt out of his jeans. His upper body fairly exploded out of the waist of his jeans, his muscles rippling beautifully. Rick entered, pulling his shirt off too. Lee was a bit confused. The way they were so unceremoniously undressing he had to wonder what they had in mind. Was it what he was hoping? “You’ve got weights!?” Lee remarked.

“Yeah, it’s hard to find a place to work out on the road so we came up with the idea of carrying weights with us,” Charlie said.

“You’ve got a set in your rig, too?” Lee asked.

“Yep,” Rick replied.

“Well, it looks like you don’t miss any workouts,” Lee said, eyeing their muscular bodies.

“Take off your shirt if you want to, it gets warm in here with three people, even with the air conditioning,” Charlie said. Lee took his shirt off, with less doubt about what they had in mind. “You look like you spend some time in the gym yourself,” Rick said as was taking off his jeans. Lee waited and watched with baited breath. Charlie had taken his heavy shoes off then his jeans. Then much to his surprise and delight, they both stripped off their shorts!

“You’ve got the bottle,” Rick reminded Charlie.

“Yeah, I’ll get it,” Charlie said.

Lee was still in his jeans, feeling oddly intimidated by the two big truckers.

“Feel free,” Rick told him, motioning to his jeans. “Yeah, it sometimes gets REAL warm in here when the whiskey starts flowing...” His let his voice trail off, as if he expected Lee to pick up on what wasn’t said. Lee swallowed hard and undid his jeans. He sat on the weight bench to take them off, along with his boots. “Yes, indeed, you don’t miss any workouts either,” Rick said, watching him.

Charlie had the bottle open and was gulping it down like iced tea. He passed the bottle to Rick, who did the same. Rick handed the bottle to Lee. “Do you like whiskey?” he asked.

“It’s all I drink,” Lee said. “When I can get it,” he added.

“Uhhhh...how old are you, anyway?” Rick asked, pulling the bottle back. “Eighteen. I’m out of school,” he added, as if that might convince them of his age.

“What the hell,” he said, and thrust the bottle back to him. They passed the bottle back and forth several times and Lee was already feeling warm, inside and out. The warmth inside was causing a soft buzz in his head. He was going to get drunk, he knew. He knew, also, that it was by design that they were all three probably going to get drunk. Rick and Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Lee on the workout bench. Then Rick handed the bottle off to Charlie and set the barbell across the rack. “Ever work out with a buzz on?” he asked Lee.

“No, I never tried that.”

“Well, don’t, unless you’ve got a buddy with you,” Charlie warned.

When Rick had the barbell weighted, he asked, “Wanta do some bench presses and impress us with those muscles?” Charlie handed him the bottle and he took another slug of whiskey before he lay back on the bench and realized that it was the first he’d noticed the guy’s manhood. It hung down over a pair hefty-looking balls with the head touching the bench. Rick stood at the head of the bench ready to spot him. Oddly it was the first he had really noticed his manhood too. It was big and heavy, suited for his muscular body. Lee gripped the barbell, hoping it wasn’t too heavy for he wanted to impress these guys. He hefted it off the rack and felt the terrific weight bearing down on him. He lowered it to his chest and immediately shoved it back up. It was easier than he’d expected. He did eight reps before Rick had to help him.

“Fuck, you’ve got nice pecs,” Rick said.

“So have you guys,” Lee said. “You’re both really built.”

Charlie stepped up to the head of the bench. “Do a set for me,” he said.

Lee laid back to do another set and found himself looking right up into Charlie’s crotch. He was standing in closer so his legs were astraddle Lee’s head. His big balls hung heavily overhead, his thick, meaty cock suspended dangerously heavy and close to Lee’s face. Lee only did four reps. He could have done more but Charlie hunkered down with is knees bent, ready to spot him, and his big cock brushed across Lee’s face. That made him loose his concentration and he had to rack the barbell. Charlie hunkered lower to help him rack it and his manhood came to rest of Lee’s face.

Lee breathed in the sweet male musk of his crotch and opened his mouth to let his balls fall in. He sucked on them and tongued beneath them. Charlie rose up and let his cock fall into his mouth and Lee sucked it hungrily.

“Awwwwhhhhh,” Charlie moaned, his head tossed back. “Fuck, we were hoping you were up for this...Geezuss, kid, you’ve got a hot mouth.”

“Look at that cock!” Rick exclaimed as he wrapped his fist around Lee’s cock.

“Shit, I can barely get my hand around it!”

“Can you barely get it in your ass?” Charlie asked.

“Shit, man, a cock this size is no joking matter,” Rick said.

“Who’s joking?” Charlie said. “You know you wanta feel that big cock boring up into your ass. Go ahead, sit on it.”

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can handle it,” Rick said, but already he was straddling the bench and Lee’s loins. He had to stand up on his tip-toes to aim it between his buns then he slowly lowered himself onto the huge cock. Lee moaned around Charlie’s cock. “Ohh, Goddd.....Ohhh, Geezusss, he’s huge!” Rick gasped. “Keep going,” Charlie encouraged him. “You can take it.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not sitting on it.”

“Just ask yourself, are you going to be able to face yourself in the mirror if you don’t take him?” Charlie said.

“Bastard,” Rick swore. “Ohhhh... OJHHHHHH... Awwwhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned as he sat all the way down on Lee’s huge cock. Lee quickly decided that it was better than with Bruce and Mendy. It frightened him a little that he liked the feel of his cock inside a guy’s ass more than in Mendy’s pussy. He fucked Rick till he shot his load all over him, then Charlie took his place and sat on his cock.

“Give me your cock,” Lee told Rick, reaching out for the man’s thick, rubbery manhood, still sticky and oozing cum.

“Yeah, suck it dry, clean it off for me,” Rick said as he stepped up to the head of the bench and fed his cock to him. Lee gobbled the meaty cock hungrily, licking it clean and sucking out the last drop of his load. God, he loved the taste of cum! Not only had he developed a voracious appetite for cock and cum, he liked experiencing how each guy tasted a little different. He didn’t see Bruce and Mendy the following month. One of the waitresses recognized him and told him that they were driving another route, down South. He still went back to the truck stop, looking for Rick and Charlie but he never met up with them again either. So he was limited to Coach Bennett; and himself. He went back to see the coach as often as he dared. He was graduated and he thought it might look suspicious, him hanging around the locker room. Coach Bennett told him not to worry about it. Between times, he sucked himself off. He liked swallowing his load warm and fresh.

His workouts suffered as his obsession grew. Remembering the hunky bodybuilder at the gym who had sucked him off in the shower, Lee went to the gym. He made several trips to work out before he found him there. They spoke, casually; Lee remembered his name was Tuck. “I haven’t seen you around much,” Tuck said.

“Yeah, I’ve been slacking off,” Lee said.

“I look for you every day,” Tuck told him.

“Do you need me to spot you?” Lee asked.

Yeah, thanks.”

Maybe I want you to spot me too, this time,” Lee said. He glanced sheepishly at the young bodybuilder and he could tell by his look that his message wasn’t wasted on him.

“You must be getting into some heavier stuff,” Tuck remarked.

“Yeah, heavier than last time,” Lee said. It went like a regular workout but they both knew where it would lead after their workout. They finished up and headed to the showers. As before, Lee left his shower door open.

‘Do you want to come to my room?” Tuck asked.

“Sure.” Lee rushed through his shower. He was on pins and needles as he walked with the big stud to the old Eddington Hotel which had long since been operated as a men’s rooming house. The elevator didn’t work so they walked up to the fourth floor. Tuck’s room was small, overlooking a small, narrow courtyard, looking across to a brick apartment building.

“It’s not much, but I don’t need much,” Tuck said apologetically. “My life pretty much consists of work, eating and sleeping and working out so it’s just a place to lay my head.”

“Yeah, or whatever else you can find to lay,” Lee joked.

Tuck laughed. “Yeah, that too.”

Lee watched as the big man took off his clothes. His heart beat a little faster as his smooth, rippling muscles were exposed. When he was down to the tiny briefs, bulging with his manhood, Lee surprised himself and stepped forward and took hold of his wrist. “Let me...take those off for you,” he said huskily.

“Sure,” Tuck said, with a smile, and held his hands away from his briefs. Lee didn’t know where it was coming from, what was bringing him to his knees, but he found himself face to face with the bulging briefs. He felt strangely at ease, as if it were where he belonged; where anyone belonged in Tuck’s presence…on his knees, worshipping the man’s muscles.

“You look good down there,” Tuck said with a soft chuckle. “It’s a real turn-on to look down my abs and see a handsome face staring at my bulging shorts.”

“You look good up there, too,” Lee said. “You’re into muscle-worship; I like that,” Tuck said. He reached up and hooked his fingers inside the shorts but then turned Tuck around. He gazed at the twin, hard mounds that strained against the stretch material then clasped his hands against the sides. “You guys have all got butts like this,” he said hoarsely as he tried to knead the muscles. But they were like rock. He pulled the shorts down and Tuck stepped out of them. God, he had a beautiful ass! It was only in that moment that he realized how much he had always admired guys’ butts, and why. He leaned in and kissed one side.

“Wow, you really like my butt, don’t you?”

In reply, Lee kissed the other side. He had the terrible urge to explore further but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t subject himself to that humiliation; at least not this first time with the guy. He felt safe, feeling the smooth, tight muscles as long as they were clenched together. But then Tuck bent over; way over, like he was stretching his hamstrings, and his butt muscles spread apart. Lee was surprised to see that his ass was shaved, his hole fully exposed and smooth. The tiny hole clenched and Lee’s mouth began to water. Geezusss, No! What the hell am I doing down here on my knees staring at a guy’s asshole! He was appalled that Tuck’s ass held the same attraction as the cocks he had sucked. He leaned in and kissed the inner slopes of the twin muscles and sucked in the clean, sweet-musk aroma from the shower.

“Ohhhhh,” Tuck moaned softly. Lee felt good that he could make this huge muscle-hunk moan with pleasure, it gave him the sense of worshipping the big stud as he deserved. The tiny, puckered hole beckoned him; squeezing and winking and drawing him in. He leaned in and flicked his tongue at the hole and followed closely by licking it.

“Ohhhh,” Tuck groaned. He reached back with his hand around Lee’s head and smashed his face between his buns. “Awww, yeah...lick it…fuck, man, tongue it...get your tongue in there.”

Tuck’s grip wasn’t that hard but Lee told himself that he was helpless but to do the stud’s bidding. He smashed his face against the hard muscles and tongued the hot hole eagerly. He wrapped his arms around Tuck’s massive thighs to hold and pull himself against his ass and hold them tightly together. He was practically slobbering over the man’s asshole. His face was wet with his own spit when he reared back, breathless.

“Ohh,” he gaped with excitement, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Tuck turned around, clasped his hands on Lee’s head again and forced him to suck his cock. Lee took it without protest, again convincing himself that he was being forced. It was a lie but he liked the feeling of being a slave to the big muscle-man. Tuck had a nice-sized cock, seven inches or so, thick and meaty. It was a mouthful and it felt good in his mouth, and he was able to take it into his throat as well. Tuck fucked his face till he had to stop to keep from cumming. He pulled Lee to his feet.

“Lie back on the bed,” he told him.

Lee lay crossways on the bed to be serviced by Tuck. Tuck was hungry for his cock. He let his drool run down into the crack of his ass and massaged Lee’s asshole with his fingertips. Lee raised his legs up and spread them wide. He winced a little when he probed through his hole but it was his gasp that gave him away.

“That okay?”

“Oh, Yesss,” Lee replied.

Tuck probed his ass deeper and deeper, till he had one finger inside him all the way. Tuck had big, thick fingers, the size of a small cock and he had Lee squirming around on it. “Damn, you’ve got a tight ass,” Tuck said. “Tightest ass I ever seen except for young twins I had up here one time.”

“How old were they?” Lee asked.

Tuck laughed. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but they were fifteen,” Tuck said. “Geezusss--that was a hell of risk. Where did you meet them?”

“They hung around outside the gym a lot. They were too young to join and come in and work out but they like being around bodybuilders. They took a liking to me and we got friendly and then I took a liking to them. Shit, they were tight.”

“Did you fuck them?”

“Yeah,” Tuck said as he probed and fingered Lee’s asshole. “You seem to like my fingers; do you want me to fuck you?”

No, but I wanta suck your cock again,” Lee said.

“Have you ever done it before?” Tuck asked.

“No,” he lied, “But you’ve got a really hot body and I like feeling your muscles. And you’ve got a nice-sized cock that I can handle.”

“Guys tell me my cock looks smaller because of my overall size. But It’s a good size to handle,” Tuck said.

“I’ll bet you don’t get any complaints,” Lee said.

“Only from the size queens.”

“Huh?”

“Guys who are obsessed with huge cocks. You’re a size-queen’s dream. Hell, you’re every gay guy’s dream and every straight guy’s nightmare.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Would you want to compete with you?’ He was fucking him with two fingers now. “I think you want to get fucked,” he said.

“Tuck...I think you’re right...I think I do want to get fucked, but...”

“But what?”

“Don’t it hurt?”

“Some, at first, but you can handle my cock okay; hell, I’m using two fingers on you. I’ve got some stuff to deaden the pain a little till you get used to it. And some wild weed to smoke if you wanta get high.”

“I’ve never used drugs--only poppers a couple of times.”

“Do you want to try it?”

“No, I don’t think so; just the stuff to deaden the pain.”

Tuck stood up and Lee spread his legs out, offering his ass to the man. He was scared; Tuck could tear him up with his thick cock and there was, for real, nothing he could do about it. He didn’t stand a chance against all those muscles. Part of him...his common sense...told him to grab his clothes and leave but his body cried out for the feel of cock. Then it was too late. Tuck was pressing his lubed-up cock hard against his hole and a second later, the head popped through. “AHHH!” Lee gasped. He tried to wrench free but the coach’s grip held him in place and he knew there was no escaping this fate that he had invited upon himself.

“Yeah, buddy, I know it hurts,” Tuck said, without stopping. “But you gottta work through it to get to the good part.” He did pause but he didn’t wait for him to get used to it. Then he plowed right in, all the way to the hilt.

“Awwwhhh, Geezussss!” Lee cried.

Tuck leaned over him, pressing his weight down on him. “Go ahead, yell, I ain’t gonna pull it out,” he said in a gentle tone. He squirmed against him. “You said you like my muscles...does that feel good, having those hard muscles rubbing against you?

“Yessss. That part feels good, but your cock is killing me.”

“It’s all gonna feel good in a minute or two; just concentrate on my muscles,” Tuck said. Tuck was right. The pain lasted barely a minute before the pleasure began to sweep through him. Tuck wasn’t doing anything except making his cock throb deep inside him, and it felt wonderful. Lee could hardly wait to feel it moving in and out of his ass. He took a couple of test strokes, all the way out and back through his clenching hole.

“Do you want it nice and slow and easy and deep? Or hard and fast and deep?”

“Go slow then work it up,” Lee said. “I think I want you to fuck me really hard; give my ass a good pounding, but I want you to get me used to it first.”

Tuck pounded him good. He pounded him three times. Lee’s first taste of being fucked was something he would never forget. He left the hotel with mixed, confused emotions. He felt totally satisfied as never before, but his head was still jumbled with guilt and recrimination. It wasn’t right and normal for a guy to get fucked in the ass. He never thought like that before, when he was doing the fucking, but now he had a whole new perspective. He’d been fucked; used like a woman. Not just once, but three times. And it wasn’t rape. He couldn’t even hold that Tuck had forced him. Hell, he TOLD him he wanted him to fuck him.

The next day he went to talk to Coach Bennett again. It was late in the afternoon and the coach was getting ready to leave his office. He held the door from coming all the way shut when he saw Lee come into the locker room. “What’s up? You like you’re worried about something,” Coach said.

Lee walked past him, into his office and the coach let the door close and the lock clicked. They stood apart for a long quiet moment, Lee with his back to the coach. Then he turned around and faced him. “Coach, I think I’m gay,” he said.

Coach Bennett showed no reaction. “We’ve explored that possibility, but what makes you say that? I mean, we’ve been having some great times together, but it’s...it’s sex, Lee. It’s not something you need to get all screwed up in the head about.”

“My head has never been so screwed up,” Lee said.

“Maybe we should stop,” Coach said. “That’s not it; not what we’re doing together,” Lee said. I...I can’t get enough, Coach. It’s like I’m obsessed. I want it all the time, night and day. I think about it even when I’m sitting in class, I’m having fantasies...shit, about other guys on the team.” He cut himself short and looked away. “Geezuss, Coach, if anybody found out...my life would be over.”

“Now, wait. Don’t go overboard. Even if you are gay, Lee, it’s not the end of the world and you’re not the first boy to discover that about himself. I said maybe we’re seeing too much of each other, but if you want it more often, well, I’m here.”

“Do you think you’re gay, Coach?”

“No. Like I said, it’s sex, nothing more, nothing less. You need to think of it like that.”

“How many other guys are you doing it with?” Lee asked.

“None. Just you. You’re the only one who’s approached me with the problem.”

“You’re not the only one for me,” Lee said.

“Have you seen that trucker and his wife again?” Coach asked.

Lee nodded. “More than them,” Lee said, “a lot more.” He went on to tell the coach about the other two young truckers, and the bodybuilder. The more he talked, the more he told, the more it hurt, but the easier it got. “The bodybuilder...I...I let him fuck me, Coach,” he blurted. “I told myself he forced me, but he didn’t. He didn’t cut me any slack once he got started, but it wasn’t rape. I...I wanted it to happen...I...I asked him to do it; I wanted to see what it’s like.”

Coach paused. “And?”

“That’s not all,” Lee went on. “I’ve been making it with a couple of the guys for quite awhile now...since last summer.”

“Who?” Coach asked, surprised.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Guys on the team?”

“Yeah. But it’s always been one-way with them. I mean, I’m the one getting done. The worst part is, I...I don’t have much desire in pursuing girls anymore. Not like a guy my age should.”

Coach paused again then went over and put his hand on Lee’s shoulder. “I said I’m here for you, Lee, but I don’t know what to say. I’ll always be here to listen and tell you what I think, but this is something you have to work out for yourself. Nobody can decide for you whether or not you’re gay. Just don’t be afraid of it. Tell me, how do you feel about the two guys you’re making it with?”

He shrugged. “Nothing different, except that they make me feel really good. But that doesn’t change how I feel about them as friends or team mates.”

“Okay, do you think they would feel any differently about you if they knew the whole truth?”

“No.”

“Well, you’ve got two allies right off. That’s more than most boys have. Most boys have to face their doubts and fears alone. You’ve got three allies, actually; including me.”

“Thanks, Coach. I don’t know how I could handle this without you.”

“I’m here anytime you need me, Son...any time, any hour of the day or night.”

Lee swallowed hard, nearly choking on the emotions that had balled up in his throat. “How about...tonight, Coach?”

“Tonight? Yes, if you want to talk some more, sure, I’ll be home.”

“No...not to talk,” Lee said. “Could I come over and...if I came over...would you...wanta fuck me?”

Coach Bennett forcefully emptied his lungs with a loud gush. “God, you know how to put a man on the spot.”

“Why is that putting you on the spot? If you don’t want to...”

“NO. No, I want to!” Coach Bennett cut in. “God, how I want to! But I’m supposed to be...hell, helping you work through this crucial time in your life. You’re vulnerable right now, Lee, and I don’t think I should be taking advantage of you.”

“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of, Coach. Not unless...not unless you forced yourself on me...” He let his words linger between them and he could tell from the Coach’s eyes that he got his message.

“Yeah, okay,” Coach said softly. “Come on over...we’ll see what develops. If it turns out that all we do is talk, okay. If not...well, you know that’ll be okay, too.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think it’s gonna be all talk, Coach.”

“Okay, whatever you want. Listen, Lee...if...if you think those other two guys might want to, you know, get together...all four of us...” He cut himself off quickly, angry for his stupidity in letting the words come out of his mouth, and fearful. “Maybe you’d better not. If they find out I; that you and me are...well, that just broadens my exposure.”

“You can trust them, Coach,” Lee said.

“How old are they?” Coach asked.

“One is the same age as me. The other one is seventeen, but he’s almost eighteen. I’ll wait till he turns eighteen.”

“No, just forget I said it,” Coach said.

Having Coach Bennett to talk to certainly helped and gradually, Lee became more and more comfortable in his skin. He stopped trying to determine whether or not he was gay. He decided just to live his life, wherever it took him. It wasn’t going to be easy. People began to wonder and ask questions about why he didn’t ask any of the girls out. He covered himself by telling them that he was dating a couple of girls from out of town. His remorse had faded.

His only guilt was that he felt he was taking advantage of Brian and Todd. He was like them; he wanted the same thing they did, but he was too much of a coward to admit it and he was doing all of the taking. It was as if he were grasping to hold onto that last vestige of his manhood. It was phony. He was a phony, and it finally got to him. He was ready to turn the tables on his two teammates. He chose Todd first. His resolve was strong as he drove the back roads out of town, although it was fueled with a bottle of whiskey he sneaked into the glove compartment. He turned into a cornfield where he had taken girls before. He drove to the far corner and turned off the engine. He took another long swig of whiskey and handed it to Todd.

“No, thanks, I’ve had enough.”

“Not yet you haven’t,” Lee said. “You’re gonna need it…you’re in for the surprise of your life.” He got out and walked around to the back of the car, pulling his T-shirt off. Todd followed his lead.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Todd asked him.

“Who’s gonna come driving into a cornfield at this hour except somebody looking for the same thing we’re doing?” Lee scoffed.

“You’re gonna get completely naked?” Todd asked as Lee was pulling off his shoes so he could take his jeans off.

“Yeah, why not?”

While Todd stripped off his clothes, Lee dug the lube out of his pants pocket. He stood watching the muscular gymnast display his body. “Where do you get that all-over tan?” Lee asked him.

“My uncle’s got a cabin on a private lake. I could take you there sometime.”

“Not if we would have to stop at sun-bathing,” Lee said. “I couldn’t stop there with that body of yours lying beside me.” He was already belying his intentions. “Who says you would have to?” Todd said with a grin.

“Geezuss, you look good, standing here in the moonlight,” Lee said.

“I’m glad I turn you on.”

He uncapped the lube but instead of using it on himself he used it on Todd. “Bend over the trunk,” he told him. The boy bent over the trunk with his legs and arms spread. Lee applied the lube in his ass then squeezed some on the head of his cock. He dropped the tube in the grass and stepped up behind Todd. “Goddam, you’re hot and ready tonight,” Todd said.