The idea for these additional chapters to my Coach Brown story came from Jack B, who made a great suggestion. I have elaborated, and the actual composition is my own. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com.
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Coach Brown, Chapter 10
One evening at home, I struck gold. I found Roger Marconi on the Board of Directors of the Western Canadian Chemists Association. From there I traced him to Vancouver Chemical Company. The dude was a vice president. Kevin's parents were gone the next afternoon and I showed him what I had found on his computer. When Kevin saw Roger's picture, he said, "This guy is good looking. I think I will keep him for myself." We laughed and both of us understood why the Coach was first attached to this handsome face. Kevin went to work at the keyboard and found what we hoped was a personal cell phone number.
I began thinking of David and Roger having sex, of Roger taking the Coach's ass. My cock was stiffing in my pants and I enjoyed it. I reached over and grabbed Kevin's crotch, and he was hardening too.
He said "You can take care of that in a minute, but we need to call first."
Kevin called and got a recording, which we expected. In Kevin's message he identified himself, said he was helping David Brown find an old friend from college, and he would call back the next day. We were naked, laying head to foot with dicks in our mouths, when Kevin's phone rang fifteen minutes later.
It was Roger, and Kevin put him on speaker phone for me to hear too. Roger had a deep baritone voice and seemed genuinely excited about David. He said he had been looking for him for years. "You can't imagine how many David Browns there are in the world. Where is he?"
Kevin said Flagstaff, Arizona. We heard the click of a keyboard. Then he said, "I thought I might find him on Google. David Brown, Flagstaff, Arizona, I don't see him."
Kevin said, "Try Henry D. Brown, Westside High, Flagstaff."
There were more clicks on the keyboard. "I never knew that Henry was his first name." Then he exclaimed, "Wow. In the State Championship. And there he is. He is still a knockout."
Kevin and I looked at each other and smiled at Roger's comment about Coach Brown's appearance.
"Now, who are you again?" Roger asked. Kevin explained that he was a player on the Coach's team, that he was going to Mountain State in the fall, and the Coach had talked fondly about his old teammate at Mountain State and wondered where he was. Kevin said that he and another player named Clay decided to do a favor for the Coach and search for Roger Marconi. Roger got the Coach's address, email, and cell number. We told Roger that it was a surprise, and that Coach Brown did not know what we were doing.
As Kevin talked, I was dancing around, shaking my erect cock in his face, and he kept pushing me away.
Kevin hung up the phone and said, "You are out of control today."
I told him, "All of this is making me excited. Besides, I got up late this morning and did not have time to jack in the shower."
Kevin was always creative when it came to matters of sex. He positioned us on the floor, on our knees, face to face, with our cocks almost touching. We jacked each other, felt each other's balls, leaned over and kissed. As the pressure built up in my dick, I started breathing hard. Kevin knew and urged me on. I came, shooting cum across the short distance between us and hitting Kevin's dick and stomach. I kept jacking Kevin when I saw the head of his dick swell and then spew cum, hitting my stomach and chest. We laid on the floor and ate cum off our stomachs with our fingers in celebration of our success with tracking down Roger.
Several days later, both Kevin and I got notes in our homerooms. Coach Brown asked for us to come by and see him after school. We went into the office together. The Coach had a big smile and told us we had been mischievous. He said that Roger Marconi surprised him with a call and shared the story of how he got the Coach's number.
With a bit of wonder in his voice, he continued, "He seemed excited to find me. He has a business trip here this weekend and invited me to dinner at the Palace Hotel. It will be great to see him again."
I was trying to read the Coach. He talked as if he were merely meeting an old friend for dinner. If he had hopes of more, he was not expressing it out loud to us. Also, I wondered what Roger was up to. His sudden business trip to Flagstaff seemed suspicious. I suspected it was just a pretense to see the Coach. Perhaps, Kevin was right after all.
In private, Kevin often talked to the Coach as if he were a younger brother. Thinking of the upcoming meeting, Kevin said "The restaurant at the Palace is the most expensive in town. You need a jacket. A tie would be too much. Wear a nice sports shirt. And no athletic shoes." There was a pause and then a big smile, and Kevin said, "And clean underwear." The three of us laughed.
As Kevin and I left the office, he stuck his head back in and said "Get a haircut."
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David Brown arrived at the hotel nicely dressed with a fresh haircut. He stood in the middle of the lobby looking for a seat to wait for Roger. He arrived fifteen minutes early because he didn't want to be late. A hand was placed on his shoulder and he heard a deep baritone voice say, "I'm here fifteen minutes early because I didn't want to be late."
He turned around and there was Roger with a big grin on his face. They hugged, went to the bar, and both got whiskeys. Roger steered them to a table by the window in a distant corner away from everybody. They talked of their careers. They shared experiences of leaving their home towns and moving to new places, David from Colorado to Arizona and Roger from Southern California to British Columbia.
Somewhere in the conversation Roger asked "Are you married?"
"No" replied David.
"Any prospects?"
"No. I'm happy the way it is."
"And you?" David inquired.
"I was briefly. She said I wasn't the right guy for her."
David sat with his arms on the table, both hands cradling his glass. He gave a chuckle and said "You're responsible for my good grade point average in college. You were so disciplined, sitting on the sofa reading chemistry every evening."
Roger replied, "Yes, I remember you at your desk and me on the sofa. But my best memories were you and me on the sofa together. You and me in bed together." The two friends had been talking the afternoon away but this was the first mention of their four-year sexual relationship, and it came from Roger.
David stared down at the table and said, "I have thought of you every day since graduation."
Roger put his two hands around David's hands. David raised his eyes. Roger was looking at David with great seriousness and said, "There have been times where I physically ached for your touch. I wanted you so much. I want you now. Go up to my room with me."
As soon as the door of Roger's suite closed, the two former roommates embraced and gave each other a long passionate kiss, a kiss to bridge the years, a kiss of lips pressed together, lips apart, tongues touching. Then Roger took David's hand and led him into the bedroom. No lamp was on, but light coming through the open door illuminated the room as if it were twilight. The cover on the bed was gone and the sheet turned down. Roger had prepared the bed, in the hope that this would happen.
They furiously stripped off their clothes. David was faster, and when Roger turned around, there was David on his knees. Roger walked over and placed his hands on David's shoulders. His long straight dick was pointing upward. To David it was beautiful. Just as he remembered. David opened his mouth and took the full head between his lips.
Roger responded "Oh, David. David."
Roger felt weak in the knees as David took all of Roger's manhood in his mouth. Roger held and caressed David's shoulders and then bend over and cradled David's head with his arms, holding it close to him as David made love to Roger's dick. They both had waited for this moment for years, so there was no reason to rush. David serviced Roger, and Roger accepted what was offered but they stopped before climax.
Eventually, Roger pulled David up, led him to the bed, and had David lay on his back, his legs spread. Roger knelt there between those legs, sitting back on his heels. Roger ran his palms up David's thighs, over his stomach to his chest, and then back down. David watched as Roger took his hand with its long sexy fingers and held David's rock-hard thick cock. It was David's turn to be audible, and he gave a long moan.
That moan was not the end of David's expression of pleasure. Roger next lowered his mouth onto David's dick and began to suck him, making David moan again and again. David's hands reached for Roger and held his head and then his shoulders and found his arms and squeezed his biceps. Roger rose, braced himself above David, and kissed him again.
Then Roger said "I want you in our special way."
He meant the way they fucked in college. The way Roger most enjoyed it. David got into position. He was on his knees, his back arched, his head down. Roger spat on his fingers and ran them up David's crack. He put his dick on the spot, held David's hips, and entered. David felt it filling him up. It had been so long, but Roger's cock felt so familiar. It was long and found the deepest part of David's canal. Roger fucked him lovingly, first with long gentle strokes, and then building in speed and power.
David was in ecstasy. Being fucked had never felt so wonderful. David's hand went for his own cock, hard and hanging between his legs. He began jerking it. He wanted to come when Roger did. But Roger reached down and pulled his hand away. David thought it was too soon. Roger wanted a long fuck session. But just a few minutes later, David could tell that Roger was getting close. It had been years, but with four years of sex together, David could read Roger. He knew when Roger was ready to climax. David returned his hand to his own dick. Again, Roger pulled David's hand off his dick. This time he pulled David's hand around and held it again David's back. Holding David's hand, Roger pumped hard into David's hole and climaxed, delivering shot after shot of cum into David's body.
Roger had prevented David from cumming, but David was happy. He had given his body to the man he had loved for so long. He had satisfied him. David was surprised when Roger began to withdraw so soon after taking his pleasure. He was more surprised when Roger forcibly turned David over on his back. In the next moment, Roger that taken David's cock again in his mouth. He sucked it eagerly. David was ready and he had a terrific climax. He felt cum shoot out of his cock and saw Roger's throat move as he swallowed and swallowed.
Roger laid on his side next to David. He said "I had to stop you because I wanted your cum for myself."
David said "It was great."
Roger continued "I wanted it that way because it made us the same. We are the same person now, because I am inside you and you are inside me."
Roger surprised David again, because now he sat up and crossed his legs and began to talk about life.
"You described me as disciplined about studying. It was more than that. I was rigid. I had a formula for life. Actually, I had written it down once. I was going to college, become a chemist, get married, buy a house. I had a plan, even down to the type of lawn mower to buy. It all came quickly and the more I items I checked off my list, the less joy it all was. I was sad without knowing the cause. It permeated everything. It ended my marriage. I saw a doctor who wanted to give me a prescription. But then I asked myself, when was I different, when was I happy. It was when I played football, when I was an athlete. So, I began running. I ran miles each week, and while I ran, I thought through everything. It cleared my head. I realized that what I am is inside of me, not on a piece of paper. And in this clear thinking, I realized what I truly want in life. I want you. I want you tonight. I want you every night in my bed. I want you every morning at the breakfast table. David, I love you. You use to love me. Could you love me again?"
David reached up with his arm and pulled Roger's face to his and before they kissed David said, "I love you. I never stopped."