Brandon's Secret Chapter 4 by Cameron Coppinger
This is a fictional story from only my imagination. It is erotic gay fiction. If you are under 18 or these materials offend you or your community values, please stop reading now and close this window.
Fear struck in my heart as I woke up to go to school on Monday. Over the weekend I had given a hand job to the senior captain of the soccer team and watched a freshman and his brother have a measuring contest. If either of them opened their mouths, my job was history and God knows what else could happen.
I arrived at school to find Brandon waiting outside my office. I hoped he just wanted to talk about the team or the season opener on Friday. No such luck.
"Hey Coach, you got a minute?" Brandon asked.
"Sure come on in," I replied, "What's going on."
"Nothin,'" Brandon replied, "I need to talk to you though. It's about what happened Saturday."
I cut him off. "I am so sorry Brandon. I never should have let it happen. I can promise you, I am not going to tell anyone and we never have to talk about it again. I took advantage of you, and it won't happen again."
As I spoke, Brandon's face went from surprised to sad to almost angry. "Coach, what are you talking about? I'm not upset about that. It was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I want to talk about it and I want to . . ." He stopped in mid-sentence.
"I liked it too Brandon. You are such a hot kid and helping you get off was one of the hottest experiences I have ever had. But I teach at your school.
We can't be risking anything while you are a student here," I said in a rush.
"I don't want to get you in trouble. But, I'm 18, I can decide what I want to do and who I want to do it with. I'm not interested in being boyfriends or anything, I just want to have fun together, like we did Saturday." He stepped closer to me. I smelled his familiar scent, the same cologne he had worn since he was a sophomore. It was a smell that I subconsciously associated with him.
I put my hand on his shoulder. "Brandon," I said, "that means so much to me to hear you say that.
I've thought about what happened a lot since then, and jerked off thinking about it three times on Sunday. My head tells me it's wrong and we can't do it again. My little head tells me to do it as much as we can. I just can't lose this job, it's all I have and I love it."
"I promise I am never gonna say a word," Brandon assured me, "I've jerked off ten times since we did it, three that night and six yesterday. And when I woke up this morning, I was hard again and I jerked it before I took my shower. Coach, we just have to do it again. You are the only one I can trust about this and the only person I can learn with. I don't want to get to college and have no idea what to do when I have my first boyfriend. It's pathetic. I am an 18 year old virgin. Our kiss was my first real kiss. I don't know anything and you know so much."
"Don't overestimate me, Brandon," I told him, "I am deep, deep in the closet and I have not done all that much, or at least not all that often. But I have cared so much about you since the first season you made the varsity. You are such a special and great person. I agree we can't date, but I don't do mess around buddies either. If we are going to do anything else together, it has to be because you care about me as more than just a sex teacher. Otherwise, in the end, we are both going to be disappointed."
"I feel the same way," Brandon answered, "you have been there for me since I was a sophomore. Other people thought I was too little to play varsity, but you believed in me and gave me the chance. Every problem I have had, I have been able to talk to you about. I don't know that I love you, but you are such a huge part of my life, that going the next step just seems right to me."
I stepped to him and hugged him into my body. I kissed the top of his head and told him if he kept talking like that I was going to cry. When we pulled apart, he was crying. I didn't even need to ask what was wrong. I knew they were tears of happiness, maybe of relief. He stepped back to me and pulled me down to face level. We kissed hard, our lips pressed together and our tongues fighting each other for access to the other's mouth.
We must have made out for 5 minutes. The first bell was only 15 minutes away. How was I going to stand not being around Brandon until practice? We kissed again, and I felt his hand begin to rub my ass. Boldly, he squeezed my firm cheeks, first with the one hand, and then with two. As he pressed against me, a distinct hardness pressed against my leg. Brandon began to grind on my leg a bit faster, clearly enjoying the pleasure he was feeling.
Damn there was just no time. I pushed him off me and told him we had to hurry.
I knelt before him and unbuttoned his baggy cargo shorts which were quite disfigured by his erection. Unzipping them, I quickly pulled them and his boxers both to his ankles in a single motion. His five and a half inch cock stood straight up against his stomach. His mushroom tip already glistened with drops of precum generated from his anxious grinding.
I wrapped my hand around his nice rod and began to jack him slowly. He moaned lightly and I reminded him we were in school and he had to be quiet. I had him sit on the desk while I got into the office chair and wheeled myself in front of him. I lowered my head to his groin and inhaled his wonderful scent before my tongue brushed over the tip of his cock.
"Oh please, yes," he exclaimed, before he remembered my warnings and promised he wouldn't say another word. He leaned back against the wall and gave me a beautiful view of his entire pubic area. The hairs on his legs were a reddish tint all the way until they turned into his slightly darker, dirty blonde pubic hairs. Brandon was small, he looked young, but he was well through puberty. He was not overly hairy, so his bush was dense but not thick. In a word, it was beautiful. His balls hung loosely in their sack, now positioned on the top of my desk. A few hairs covered them, as well as the base of his cock shaft.
Leaning back in, I licked his balls and they seemed to draw up a bit in response to the attention. I lightly stroked them and rolled them gently in my hand. Brandon's breathing grew more urgent and he whimpered just a little. My tongue began to lick the back side of his hard cock which still pointed straight up. He placed his hand on my cheek as I began to move my tongue over his cock and I shivered from his touch.
Reaching the tip, I enjoyed the tasty pleasure of his precum before I engulfed his head in my mouth. I rolled my tongue all over his tip as he squirmed on the desk. Suddenly I plunged to the base and took all of his cock in my mouth. At his size, he barely entered my throat, but I did have to open it a bit to take all of him. His hands rubbed my hair as I began a rapid movement up and down his saliva soaked shaft. He thrust upward to meet my downward movement. I rolled my eyes upward to see one of his hands up his shirt, pinching his own nipple. I filed that bit of information in the back of my head for future use.
He was nearly bucking now. I knew he had to be close. Even with all the jerking off he did over the weekend, someone this new to sex with another person was not going to hold out too much longer. Sure enough, moments later I felt his cock pulse with his heart. He tried like hell to suppress a low growl, but I could hear the pleasure he was voicing quietly. He grabbed my head and held me at the base of his cock as his first jet of cum filled me mouth. He pushed up again and a second, smaller shot hit the back of my tongue. No other spurts followed but I diligently sucked out every last oozing drop of his seed and swallowed it. No question his load was diminished by the ten times he had cum in the last two days, but the salty sweet taste that only a man's cum can have was all in my mouth.
As I let his now softening cock out of my mouth, Brandon pulled me up and kissed me like he had never kissed before. He kept whispering "thank you" every time we briefly separated for a breath. I pulled his shorts up to his knees and he stood up and finished putting them back on.
Just then the first bell rang, indicating 5 minutes to the start of class. Brandon looked sad, then scared as a knock came from the door.
Thanks for reading the latest chapters. Sorry this one was a bit short, but I wanted to get it sent out to you. Feel free to e-mail me with your thoughts or encouragement. The e-mails keep me writing! Thanks, Cam.