Meeting The Coach

Meeting The Coach: Part 2 Harrison Morris

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Although he'd been pretty quick to give in and agree to go see Harding, part of Brandon was anxious about what would happen. Ultimately, his hormones won out. He decided that he'd hear what the 59-year old had to say and if things went the way he hoped they would, he wouldn't hold back this time. He'd still treat the man with kid gloves because he was so green when it came to man-on-man action. But he vowed to let himself be the confident, suave, sex hungry, and able-bodied man he was with all of the men who'd come before. If he got another shot with Josh, he was going to make sure the coach saw the real Brandon Davies this time around. Not some watered-down timid version.

Despite the more sure-footed way he'd decided to act, Brandon couldn't help but feel more than a few nerves as the time got closer for him to leave. After showering, putting on his most alluring after shave, and dressing up in an outfit that was sure to show off all of the gains he'd been making at the gym over the past few years, he was out the door. Forty-five minutes later, he was standing outside Room 1204 waiting for the man of his dreams to answer.

Brandon wanted to be more stern...let the coach think he had to work harder to get back in his good graces. But when the door swung open and he saw Josh Harding standing there, looking hot as fuck in athletic wear, he couldn't stop himself from smiling earnestly!

"Brandon! It's great to see you again!" He extended his hand and shook Brandon's with that same tight grip. "Come in!"

"It's great to see you too, Josh. You're looking pretty good, I must admit."

"Thanks, my man!" Josh winked, making Brandon inwardly swoon at the reference. "The same goes for you." It made Brandon's dick start to chub up when he noticed Josh eyeing him up and down. Yeah. He'd still hear whatever it was that the coach had to say, but in his mind he already had the 59-year old's legs propped up on his shoulders.

After ordering room service, Josh poured each of them a small bit of whiskey from the bar in his room and the two sat at a large round table in the corner. "So, I guess we'd better not wait until the food gets here. I'm sure you're anxious to know why I sent that text a few days ago."

"I wouldn't say anxious," Brandon corrected him. "But yeah. I do want to know what happened. I thought we had fun together in your office."

"We did," Josh looked mightily uncomfortable. "But then I freaked out."

"I figured as much," Brandon looked on sympathetically.

"But I don't think you know why."

"I can guess. You're a married straight man who didn't plan on blowing and being blown by another guy. The feelings it stirred up and the fact that you enjoyed it so much..." He saw Josh start to open his mouth, so Brandon kept talking to stop him from interrupting. "And don't try to deny it. I was there. I know you enjoyed the hell out of it. The fact that you enjoyed it so much was too much for you to handle, so your instinct was to withdraw from those feelings. Do I have the gist of it?"

"Sort of," Harding seemed slightly annoyed that Brandon had tried to shrink' him. "What you just said was part of it. But there's a lot more wrapped up in it. I have a lifetime full of Catholic teachings and Catholic guilt that's been pounded into me. That was the biggest part of it. I just kept seeing Father Herlihy standing there with a scowl on his face, wagging his finger at me and saying Tsk tsk tsk, young Mr. Harding. You're setting yourself on the path to eternal damnation.' It was a lot of pressure that I was putting on myself."

"I understand, Josh. It's not easy to go against something you've been taught all your life." Brandon genuinely felt sorry for the guy. But he also decided to bank the information for use later on.

"Not just that," Josh went further. "When we were together last time and you said you wanted to fuck me..."

"I want to apologize again for that," Brandon interjected. "I was pushy. That's something you have to be ready for on your own time. And not every guy is ever ready for it."

What Harding said next surprised the fuck out of Brandon...and got him instantly throwing rock hard in his jeans. "That's not it. When you asked, I wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. In fact, it intrigued me, very much."

"Jesus..." Brandon muttered, then realized who he'd just said that in front of and blushed. "Uh, I mean... Crap! Sorry, Josh."

Josh laughed. "It's okay, Brandon. Like I said the other day in my office. I may have gone to Catholic school, but I wasn't some sort of pure as the driven snow goody two-shoes. I don't mind you saying things in front of me that you'd say in your everyday life."

"Thanks. But if you don't mind me asking, if the idea of me fucking you appealed to you -- or at least intrigued you -- why did you turn me down the other day?"

Josh looked uneasy and raised his hand to push it through his hair. "What little I know about anal sex is that it can be pretty messy and it's preferable to be clean beforehand. I wasn't. I didn't want you to find that out the hard way, but I was too embarrassed to tell you."

Just when Brandon thought this guy couldn't get any more adorable and endearing... "I appreciate the consideration, Josh. But I wish you would've told me. For the past few days, I've been going along thinking I did something wrong."

"Damn," Josh looked upset. "I'm a total asshole. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It's all water under the bridge. The point is that we're here now, everything's out in the open, and hopefully we can start with a clean slate."

"I'd like that very much," Josh grinned.

It was about that time that dinner arrived. Over a hearty meal, the men talked about sports, their lives, and other interests. Brandon was sure it wasn't his imagination, but it seemed like sexual tension was very much on the rise. As both men finished cleaning their plates, he felt himself slipping into Casanova mode. He was certain the 59-year old stud hadn't invited him here to this hotel room only to talk and have dinner. Sex was obviously also on the menu and Brandon was determined to make the most out of his second chance.

It was when Josh was pushing the room service cart out into the hallway that Brandon took the opportunity to slip off his shoes and climb onto the bed. When Josh reentered, he found Brandon laying with his hands clasped behind his head, eliciting a double take from the coach. "I was about to ask what you want to do now, but from the look of things, you have a plan."

"Maybe..." Brandon winked with a sly grin. Then, he reached down and to pat the spot next to him on the mattress. "C'mere, bud. It's awful lonely over here."

With a look that was a mix of unease and eagerness -- probably just two of the many emotions swirling around within him at the moment -- Harding slowly and tentatively moved toward the mattress. All the way from the door to the foot of the bed, he never broke eye contact with Brandon...not even as he knelt on his right knee and then climbed up to lie next to the horny stud in his early 50s.

What Brandon was hoping for was for was for Harding to lay atop him so the two men could be body to body. He found it sweet and adorable that the 59-year old actually lay down next to him as if they were some sort of old married couple that was turning in for the night at 8:30. He almost turned his head and mockingly said, "Good night, Mother," like an old-timey husband might address his wife.

Not wanting to ruin the mood, Brandon rolled over on his side and propped his head up with his right arm. He was hard as hell and had no hesitation at pressing his body against Harding's so the older man could feel his bulge pressing into his side. Harding turned his head and looked into Brandon's eyes. God, was the coach beautiful. All Brandon wanted to do was ravish the man! But he could see the married man was also mighty uncomfortable. He had some prep work to do before he could even think about making the move he wanted to make so bad it hurt.

Harding lay there with his hands folded against his midsection. Brandon reached out and gently placed his left hand atop them. "Hey..."

"Hey..." Josh croaked out.

"I think you already know how bad I want this. But I don't want it so badly that I'm willing to ignore your feelings, or that I'm going to pressure you into doing something you're not ready for. I've waited a long time for you, Josh Harding. I can wait however much longer you need."

Although there was kindness and understanding in Brandon's eyes -- and he was completely sincere in everything he'd just said -- the horny, primal side of him that had lusted after this man for roughly two decades hoped against all hope that Josh wouldn't put the brakes on their fun tonight.

Josh smiled warmly and took one of his hands out from under Brandon's to bring it up and press it against the 50-something's left shoulder. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you just said that to me. You're a good guy, Brandon...better than I probably deserve. I'll admit, I'm nervous as hell. But, I want..." He exhaled deeply. "I want this. I don't want to wait. But please. Be gentle with me."

His eyes wide and sparkling as a triumphant smile graced his face, Brandon whispered, "I will. As gentle as I can be."

With that, Brandon leaned in slowly and placed his lips softly on Josh's. It only lasted a few seconds. When Brandon pulled back, Josh had a huge smile on his face. "Wow. My first kiss with another guy."

"Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

"And more..." Josh quipped, finishing the line that had been used in a TV commercial from 30-ish years ago or more. "But actually..."

For a brief moment, Brandon was worried. Had he done something wrong? "What?"

Josh bit his lip and grinned mischievously. "I might need another sampling...just to make sure my opinion is well-researched."

"In that case, I'd be happy to oblige," Brandon whispered before leaning in for another tender kiss.

What started off as a mutual lips-only clinch rapidly deepened. It's as if that kiss was the key to unlocking everything...releasing Harding's nerves and hesitancy and giving Brandon permission to take charge and be the generous and considerate but fervent lover he was used to being in bed. He wasn't sure how long they lay like that, but without realizing it, he'd rolled over on top of Josh. The two were now making out and tongue wrestling there on the bed fully clothed and clutching onto and feeling up each other's bodies.

Forgetting his promise to himself to stay respectful of Harding being relatively green when it came to man on man action while staying true how forward his sex drive is, Brandon ran his hand down the older man's torso and began kneading the growing bulge in his pants. When he felt Harding's body react and heard him gasp mid-kiss, he pulled back. "Are you okay, man?"

"Yeah," Josh sighed. "I'm great, actually. I just wasn't expecting you to reach down like that. With my wife and I... Well, she likes things in a certain order and to move slowly."

"I'm sorry if I'm being too forward." Brandon was admittedly a little dejected that Josh seemed to be putting the brakes on things.

Josh reached up and ran his hand along Brandon's shoulder. "You're not. Last week was new and different and there were a lot of things going on in my head. But tonight, I don't want things to be on my terms."

"You sure?" Brandon tried to be supportive.

"Positive. I did a lot of thinking this past week. I want to experience this the way it's supposed to be experienced. I want the training wheels off. I want you to be every bit the man you are with a guy who isn't as green as I am. I want all of you, Brandon...the full Brandon Davies."

Brandon bit his lip, squeezed Josh's unrelenting bulge, and grunted. "Unf! Only our second time together and you already know how to push my buttons! Fuck, you're a major turn on!"

Looking soulfully up into Brandon's eyes, Josh whispered. "I want you to show me how to push ALL of your buttons."

Brandon leaned down to claim a sloppy and passionate kiss from the man before pulling back. "I want that too. And it'll come in due time. But for now..." He leaned up and pulled Josh up into a position halfway between laying down and sitting. "...it's time for the clothes to come off!"

With a lust-filled intensity on his face, Harding reached down to pull at the hem of his shirt. He got it halfway up his torso and Brandon helped him by yanking it the rest of the way off. For a moment, Brandon forgot that he wanted the 59-year old out of his clothes. He was in such awe of Harding's upper body. He reached out and gently felt up the man's biceps, shoulders and pecs.

Eventually, the task at hand came back into focus when he pushed Josh onto his back. Josh raised his shoulder up to lean down and watch Brandon undo his pants and roughly hook his fingers on both hands into the waistband to yank them and his underwear down his thighs and below his knees. He stood up and pulled Josh's pants off by the pant legs and then yanked the underwear down over his feet and tossed them somewhere behind him on the floor. He was starting to be overtaken by hunger for the man. Now that he had permission to fully be the man he was, Brandon didn't want to hold back.

Before rejoining Harding on the bed, Brandon stood there looking at the prone, naked man lying there with his erection straining upward against his meaty belly. The man was truly beautiful. Maybe he wasn't a perfectly-sculpted gym rat with all the right muscles in all the right places. But damn if he wasn't perfect for Brandon. Brandon started to climb back into the bed when Josh held his hand up.

"Uh uh, man." He gestured with his hand in a way that told Brandon exactly what he wanted. "You too!"

The 50-something had never disrobed so fast in his life. It was still a trip that this man he'd fantasized about fucking dozens upon dozens of times was lying naked in front of him, beckoning him to take his clothes off.

His clothes now in a pile on the floor, Brandon could see Harding eyeing him...taking it all in. He knew he looked decent without clothes on, but when comparing himself to the super-fit, in shape guys he saw at the gym, he knew he was no bodybuilder type. But the way Josh looked at him made him feel like he was the most sculpted man of the face of the planet. "You didn't get to see me like this last week," he pointed out. "You like?"

"Oh yeah," Josh croaked out, his cock quivering against his stomach. "Makes me wish I hadn't put a stop to things then. You're amazing, Brandon." It made Brandon tremble with horny glee when -- while still gazing at him -- Josh reached down and began slowly stroking himself.

Brandon reached down to mimic Josh's motions on his own prong. "We're here now. That's all that matters, bud."

"Then let's not waste another moment. Come here," Josh beckoned him.

Not needing to be told twice, Brandon climbed back on the bed and lowered himself on top of Josh. Instantly, the two men were hungrily at each other's mouths again, clutching each other in a longing embrace as lips, mouths, and hands explored while their erections ground against each other, leaking precum.

After several minutes of unrelentingly passionate making out -- rolling around with each man trying to exert control over the situation by being on top -- Brandon found himself on top of the older coach and began kissing down his body, stopping to give extended attention to his neck...Brandon's favorite foreplay move with a guy. His lips and tongue caused Harding's body to respond, bucking with moans and grunts escaping the man's lips.

He continued to savor the slow journey downward. It wasn't just that he wanted to enjoy it himself. Brandon wanted Josh to experience sex with a guy the right way. He spent a lot of time alternating between kissing, licking, and nibbling on each of Josh's nipples and pinching and flicking the one his mouth wasn't on. He lifted Harding's arms up and licked each hairy pit, reveling in the musky, manly odor emanating from them.

Finally after who knows how long, he kissed his way toward the source of the hunky coach's manliness. As he extended his tongue to swipe at the cockhead, he heard a sharp intake of air above him and Josh's voice broke the silence. "This is what I've been waiting for...another one of your blow jobs. Reliving that memory and feeling from last week has gotten me through some pretty rough times these past few days, you know."

Brandon looked up. "Yeah? You been thinking about me blowing you, Josh?"

"Almost constantly, man."

"That so, huh?" Brandon tried to mask his intense pleasure at knowing this sex god had been thinking of him that way. "Let me ask you. When you thought about my mouth around your cock, did you have your hands down your pants at the time?"

Josh blushed. "Definitely. When I was wearing pants, that is. I wasn't always."

Brandon shuddered. "Ohhh fuck! You are SO my type of guy, Josh Harding! Innocent, uncorrupted former Catholic school students are the best..."

"Brandon, baby... You can feel free to corrupt me anytime you want."

"Mmmmm! I'm going to hold you to that!" As Brandon leaned back down to resume his oral ministrations on the coach's cock, he heard Josh chuckle.

Over the next several minutes, he looked up into Harding's face, locking eyes with him as he licked and sucked the man's cock and balls. For his part, Josh had his hands behind his head with a cocky, satisfied grin on his face as he watched.

After a while, Brandon started to drift deeper, letting his tongue swab over Harding's taint. When he felt Josh's hand reach down and run through his hair, he took that as sign that he was meant to stop what he was doing. "Bummer!" Brandon thought. "He still doesn't want me near his ass..."

When Brandon raised his head up, Josh beckoned him with his hand to join him. After a quick soulful kiss, Brandon ran his hand through Josh's hairy chest. Josh pressed his own hand against Brandon's chest loving the feel of the younger man's musculature. "I don't want to have all the fun out of this," he remarked. "Why don't you lay back and let me take care of you?"

Grinning from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas morning, Brandon lay on his back. "Yes, please!"

With lust in his eyes, Josh leaned forward for a deep and passionate kiss, pinning Brandon's hands above his head and running his own hands up and down the muscular arms. As Josh worked his way down Brandon's body, Brandon noted some of the ways that it seemed like Josh was trying to mimic what he'd done. But in other ways, he put on his own moves. Regardless, Brandon was enraptured. Harding could've done anything at all and he would've been on Cloud Nine.

By the time Josh had worked his way down to Brandon's leaking erection, Brandon was so fucking primed. Josh looked up at his 50-something lover. "Let's see if I can do a better job now than I did last week."

"You were perfect," Brandon sighed, remembering how good it felt to have the 59-year old coach's lips wrapped around his tool and couldn't wait to feel that again.

Harding's BJ skills were markedly better this time around...so much so that Brandon almost forgot himself and asked if Josh had sucked off a bunch of other guys to get in some practice. He figured the older man would be offended at such a question. But honestly, imagining Josh Harding on his knees, taking cock after cock -- even getting face-fucked some -- really revved Brandon's engine. It worked him up so much that -- combined with Josh's mouth on him -- he felt himself about to go over the edge. He had to reach down and practically shove Josh off of him.

Josh crouched back, looking a little wounded. "I did something wrong, didn't I? I knew it!"

Brandon reached out and pulled Josh up to him and planted a soft kiss on the man's lips he wrapped his arms around his back. "You were amazing, Josh. I got lost in the sauce and realized I was about to cum. I didn't want to yet and I didn't think there was time for me to stop you with words."

Josh blushed. "I almost made you cum?"

"100%, stud." Brandon pulled Josh down for another kiss that drifted into a brief make out session which ended with Brandon on top. When he pulled back, in a husky tone and with a thoughtful look, he told Josh his fondest wish. "You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you. I know you may not be ready and I'm absolutely okay with that. But I just want to put that out there."

Josh surprised him when he reached up to brush the hair off of Brandon's forehead. "I told you earlier I want the full Brandon Davies. I might need you to go easy on me...at least to begin with. But I want you in me, Brandon."

Overcome with the emotion of the moment and the pure sexual tension between them, Brandon leaned down and claimed another tongue-filled kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered, "I'll take care of you, bud. I may not be able to hold myself back once I'm in you, but I've got you."

Josh smiled. "That's all I need to know. I trust you." He reached his hand up and around to the back of Brandon's neck to pull him down for another kiss.

When they parted, Brandon felt himself being reflective. He reached down and ran his finger along Josh's cheek. "What you told me earlier about why you rebuffed the idea of us fucking last week..." He didn't know how to finish that sentence tactfully.

Josh seemed to understand where Brandon was going. "In addition to doing a lot of thinking over the past week, I also did a lot of reading and research. Once I decided that I wanted to be open to everything with you, I wanted to be ready for whatever might happen. Before you got here, I cleaned myself out. If that's what you were going to ask."

Brandon grinned. "I was. You have no idea how amazed I am by how open to this you are."

"I'm amazed by you," Josh purred, leading to an extended unspoken bonding moment between the two men.

A few minutes later, Brandon had the stud coach's legs in the air and his face buried in his ass, digging his tongue into the dilating hole. It was more gratifying than he could possibly explain to anyone to hear the older man moan and feel him writhing on the bed. Josh didn't say and Brandon didn't have to ask. He was pretty sure this was the first time Josh had been rimmed. Brandon thought he was a pretty good partner in bed and skilled at most things, but he considered rimming not only his specialty, but it was his favorite thing to do. He wanted this to be the rimjob that Harding would compare all future rimjobs against...and hoped none of them would ever measure up.

Brandon felt like he could eat Harding out all fuckin' night long. But as he felt his cock twitch, he knew that his desire to fuck the man was much greater in that moment. He pulled back and looked up and the object of his desire. "I'm going to start opening you up with my fingers. My tongue should have relaxed your hole some, but fair warning: you might feel some discomfort."

"I'm ready for it."

Brandon reached over to a small bag he'd brought with him and pulled out his favorite lube. Saliva alone wouldn't be enough to make this as easy as possible for a newbie like Josh.

Over the next several minutes, Brandon slipped his finger in and out of Josh's hole...first up to the first knuckle...then to the second, his finger slipping past Harding's ring. The feeling of slipping past that ring was indescribable for Brandon. True to his prediction, it was a little rough on the man. He'd had to re-lube up once already and again as he worked a second and then third finger in.

Finally, Brandon was ready. Really he was MORE than ready. If it were any other guy, he wouldn't necessarily have taken as much care. But Josh was special. He wanted this to be good for him. He climbed back up onto the bed and crouched between the man's legs. "I'm ready, Josh. You sure you want this?"

Josh looked up at him. "More than anything, man. Having your fingers in me... It was tough at first, but once they were in me, it felt amazing. I want to feel your dick in me more than anything!"

"I'm glad you said that," Brandon bit his lip. Boy was he falling for this guy! "You're going to feel some pressure until I get my head in you. I'm not going to sugar coat it. It's going to hurt. And it'll feel uncomfortable even after I'm into you until you get used to the sensation. Once I start fucking you, it may still hurt some. But eventually, it'll change and you should feel nothing but pleasure."

Josh reached out to place his hand on Brandon's, which was resting on Josh's stomach. "Like I said before, I trust you."

Brandon gave Josh one last long and smoldering look before applying more lube and beginning the work of sinking into his sexual idol. Slowly sinking into him was painful for both men...obviously for Harding mostly. Brandon wasn't exactly a small man down there so it obviously hurt. But it was painful for Brandon too. He wanted to fuck Josh so bad, he had to work hard to rein in his enthusiasm to move faster. After several minutes of going slow, Brandon had bottomed out inside the man. He leaned forward and met Josh in a quick kiss.

"How're you feeling?"

Josh winced and grunted, but was obviously intent on not crying uncle. "It's uncomfortable like you said it would be, but I'm good."

"Perfect," Brandon smiled at him, reassuringly. For the next few minutes, the two men made out while Brandon gave his insides an opportunity to get used to the feeling of his cock.

When they parted, Brandon reached up and ran his hand over Josh's hairy chest. "I'm going to start fucking you now. I'm going to start slow. But at a certain point, nature's going to take over and I may not be able to hold back."

Josh locked eyes with the caring man -- his heart just as full as his gut was at the moment -- and reached up to grip his arm. "It's okay, Brandon. Treat me like any other man you've been with."

Brandon grinned at him mischievously and softly pumped his hips back and forth, eliciting a groan from the hunky 59-year old. "You got it, bud!"

After a couple minutes of slow fucking, Brandon was fit to be tied. God how he wanted to go faster! But it was obvious from the look on Josh's face that the discomfort hadn't flipped over to pleasure yet. Remembering their conversation from earlier in the evening, Brandon decided to try something that might take Josh's mind out of his own head and heighten the pleasure.

"Tsk tsk tsk, young Mr. Harding," Brandon mused, causing the wince to immediately leave Josh's face when he snapped his eyes open to look at Brandon.

"What'd you say?" Josh asked.

Brandon smirked. "You're on the road to eternal damnation, aren't you young Mr. Harding? Telling Mrs. Carruthers that you needed the hall pass to go to the restroom because your stomach hurt. She sent me to check on you and I heard you in the stall, moaning my name while you masturbated."

"Father Herlihy?" Josh moaned out.

Brandon leaned down as he began to slowly and subtly quicken his pace. "That's right, young Mr. Harding. I see the way you look at me when you think I won't notice. You want me, don't you? You want to climb under my desk, get on your knees, and fish my cock out of my slacks."

His face contorting in pleasure, giving Brandon unspoken license to begin truly fucking him, Josh sighed with pleasure. "Yes, Father. I want to suck your dick, then climb up into your lap, pull your collar out and stick my tongue down your throat. I want you to be so fuckin' turned on by me that you push everything off of your desk, rip the seat out of my school-issued dress pants, and fuck me."

Now pounding in and out of the coach, Brandon tried to stay in character. "I want that too, young Mr. Harding. I've spent so many nights jacking off thinking about you."

"Me too, Father. But I spent so many nights feeling guilty for wanting it."

"Ohhhhh, you're a naughty boy, aren't you young Mr. Harding?"

Moaning loudly, Josh exclaimed. "Yes, Father. I'm a naughty slut for you!"

Brandon reached for the lube, squirted some in the palm of his hand, and reached down to stroke Josh's hard cock, coating it. "You naughty boy... Stroke your cock! Stroke your cock while Father Herlihy fucks you."

"Oh Father!" Josh screamed as he reached down and began furiously jacking himself. "I'm not going to last long. I'm almost there!"

Brandon felt the same as he pumped in and out. "Cum for me, young Mr. Harding. Come for your sexy priest!"

Seconds later, shot after shot of cum exploded from the coach's cock, coating his chest and stomach...a couple shots even making it onto his chin. As Harding's body convulsed with aftershocks, his insides clenched, rapidly bringing Brandon along with him. His own body shook and he felt himself black out as his load spilled into the coach's insides.

How much later it was, Brandon didn't know, but he opened his eyes and slipped his softened but not completely flaccid cock out of Harding and joined the man at the head of the bed where both men propped themselves up against the headboard.

Brandon looked at Josh, who was still collecting his breath. "So what's the verdict?"

"There are no words," Josh heaved.

"I hope you mean that in a good way," Brandon deadpanned.

"I do. A VERY good way. Saying it was amazing seems repetitive and at the same time like not enough."

"I'll take amazing," Brandon grinned.

"And that thing with Father Herlihy and young Mr. Harding? I wasn't expecting that."

Brandon blushed. "I remembered what you said earlier and took a leap of faith -- so to speak -- that maybe it would help."

Josh exhaled. "Boy DID it! I guess I didn't realize that I have some latent feelings there that I haven't worked through."

Brandon leaned in to lick and nibble on Josh's ear before whispering, "I'll help you work through them as much as you want me to." He leaned back and added, "As long as you let ME fuck you more than you let Father Herlihy."

Josh grinned and pulled Brandon into another kiss. "Having Father Herlihy fucking me is nice, but I much prefer you."

"I said it before and I'll say it again. You know exactly how to turn me on, Harding!"

The two men made out some more before deciding that they were tired. They slipped down under the sheets with Josh playing small spoon to Brandon's big spoon. Eventually, sleep overtook both men.

Sometime later -- Brandon didn't know how long it had been since he'd fallen asleep -- he woke up. Instead of being in bed next to a sleeping Josh Harding, he was in the middle of what looked like an oversized family room...the kind that would be in the basement of one of those huge McMansions that people buy but is really too much house for them. "What the fuck is going on?" Brandon muttered to himself as he surveyed the beautiful debauchery happening around him.

All around the room, there were naked men kissing, sucking, and fucking...some in pairs, some in groups of three. It was an incredibly hot scene...or it would've been if he could see any detail. All of the men were just blurs of flesh, moaning and sweaty. It was very surreal and confusing. As he felt himself trying to make sense of it all, Brandon realized his hips were bucking back and forth and he felt the sensation of his erection being sheathed in the tightest ass he'd ever felt. But when he looked down to see who he was fucking, it was just a flesh-colored blur. "The fuck...?!?!?!"

He shook his head to try and loosen all of the cobwebs and that's when he noticed he and this fleshy blur were on the floor next to a sofa. On the sofa, he saw a familiar face...or PART of a familiar face. It was a very naked Jason making out with some guy. "It figures that hornball would be at a sex party!" Brandon laughed to himself.

He couldn't get the nagging thought out of his mind of wondering what had happened to Josh. Where was the hotel room? Where had Josh gone? Forgetting all decorum and protocol given that Jason was making out with some dude, Brandon leaned over. "Hey, bud. Have you seen Josh?"

Jason pulled back from his make out session and turned toward Brandon. "He's here. Where else would he be but at your dual bachelor party?"

"Bachelor party?!"

"Yeah, man. The wedding's tomorrow. Remember? I'm your best man."

"Excuse me, sir," Brandon heard a deep male voice say. "But can you please focus on the guy you're fucking and stop talking to mine?"

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." It was then that Brandon turned and saw the guy Jason had been making out with was giving him a sexually frustrated glare. "Brian Cooke?! Fuck, Jason! How did you rope a stud like him?"

Brian rolled his eyes and looked at Jason. "It figures your buddy would be another drooling fan boy like all the other horny men I've had to fight off with a stuck over the years."

"Don't worry about him. He's harmless," Jason replied, leaning in for a quick tongue-filled kiss from the horny 70-something ex-ref. "I, on the other hand. Am NOT!" With that, Jason reached down and pinched one of the retired ref's nipples.

Cooke broke the kiss and let out a guttural sex growl. "I know. Why do you think I keep coming back for more?" He then leaned in to kiss Jason's neck.

"What is going on here?!" Brandon raised his voice in frustration, still confused by the entire scene before him.

Repeating what he'd said earlier, Jason simply said, "It's a bachelor party. The wedding's tomorrow. Remember? I'm your best man."

Seemingly accepting that a wedding was happening tomorrow, Brandon felt the need to know exactly where Josh was. "Yeah. You already said that. I get it. And I know Josh's here, but where?"

Jason pointed off in some random direction. "He's in the other room having an orgy with a few of his favorite fellow coaches."

"Fuck that," Brandon spat, overcome with jealousy. It was a pretty foreign experience for the 50-something. He was into a lot of things when it came to sex and orgies were near the top of the list. And he certainly wasn't one to judge having sex with multiple men. But something about Josh Harding having sex with four other men cut right to the bone. "I don't like Josh having sex with anyone else. I don't care if it IS our bachelor party!"

"You hardly have room to talk, dude," Jason countered, gesturing toward Brandon. "You're fucking Mitch Tannen."

"What?!"

His hips still bucking -- never having stopped the whole time he was talking to Jason and Cooke -- Brandon looked down. What had before been a flesh-colored blur had come into focus. Sure enough, there was a mature-muscled, silver fox Mitch Tannen lying on his back and Brandon was pounding him for all he was worth.

"Son of a bitch! Mitch Tannen! Man, I can't tell you how many times I've gotten off imagining doing this."

"Same here, buddy," Tannen moaned out. "I've imagined being fucked by you so many times."

"Really?" Brandon was stunned. "By me? I'm surprised you know who I am!"

"We all do," Tannen responded. "Your cock is legendary. I'm jealous as hell that Josh Harding gets to have you. At least I can say that I got you tonight before all of these other horny fuckers have a chance to take a turn with you."

Fuck was this surreal. And an incredible turn on!

He looked up to brag to Jason that Mitch Tannen is a fan of his. With Brian still attacking Jason's neck with kisses, Jason spoke before Brandon could utter a word. "I want you to be the first to know, Brandon. Brian adopted me!"

"I'm sorry. What?" Brandon exclaimed. "You're like, 45 years old. What do you mean he adopted you?!"

"We want to be able to say we're having incest when we fuck, so Brian adopted me. I'm now officially a member of the Cooke family!"

Brian pulled back from Jason's neck and grinned proudly. "I finally have a son to have sex with. Isn't he a sexy fucker?"

"Wait. You have four sons already, don't you?" Brandon questioned, feeling like he was having an acid hallucination.

"I do," Brian smiled. "...and I married all four of `em!"

Brandon shook his head again and brought his hand up to his forehead. None of this made any sense at all. When he turned back to Jason to explain that something felt very wrong, he saw Jason and Cooke standing in front of him, still completely nude with raging boners. "You guys going to find a bed somewhere?" he asked.

"We're leaving," Jason said matter of factly as Cooke stood behind him and wrapped his muscular arm around Jason's upper chest and nuzzled his neck. "We're moving to Maine to sell maple syrup and beans."

"And become crab fishermen," Brian took his mouth off of Jason's neck to chime in.

It didn't make any sense to Brandon. Then again, nothing that was happening made any sense. "What?"

Ignoring Brandon's confusion, Jason added, "And on our days off we'll solve mysteries every week like Angela Lansbury."

"When are you moving?"

"Now, man."

"Now? You can't move now, Jason."

"Sorry, dude," Jason said excitedly. "We just closed on a lighthouse in Cabot Cove and we've got to move in right away."

"But you said the wedding's tomorrow. You're my best man. Who will step in for you?"

"Don't worry, Brandon. I made arrangements. Thad Burnett will meet you at the church."

"Thad Burnett?! I'm not having Thad Burnett as my best man!"

"Sorry, bro. See you later!" With that, Jason and Brian walked off toward the exit, still nude.

"This is all wrong!" Brandon said out loud, his hips still bucking back and forth. When he looked down, Mitch Tannen was gone...replaced once again by a flesh-colored blur. He looked around the room frantically. "Where's Josh?!" he shouted loudly.

"I'm right here, babe!" Brandon heard Josh's voice and looked down. The flesh-colored blur was gone again and this time, Josh was laying on his stomach, with his fist wrapped around Brandon's leaking hard on. "I wanna lick you like a lollipop!"

"Oh fuck, Josh! I want that so fuckin' bad. I can't believe we're getting married tomorrow."

"Believe it, stud." Josh replied before taking Brandon's cock into his mouth.

Brandon threw his head back to enjoy the BJ when he felt a shadow loom over him. He opened his eyes to see someone standing directly next to him, but he couldn't make out who it was.

"It's your wedding day tomorrow, Brandon. You know the rules."

Brandon noticed a hard cock being thrust at his face. Fuck, this was too good to be true. His fiancé's mouth on his cock and another cock about to be in his mouth. He started to lean forward to take it in when he stopped and looked up at the guy, still unable to make out his face. "I didn't know there was a rule about sucking a cock the night before my wedding, but I'm willing to play along!"

"Of course there's a rule. The groom has to take his best man's load down his throat the night before the wedding."

Brandon froze. The best man...? Oh fuck no! He looked up and still couldn't make out the identity of the man standing next to him but he knew who it had to be. He looked down at Josh between his legs. "Josh, don't let him give me his cock. I don't want to!"

Josh pulled his mouth off of Brandon's crank and looked up at him with a mischievous smile. "Sorry, babe. It's the rule. You have to." And then went back to sucking Brandon's cock.

Brandon closed his eyes tight. "I don't want to! Don't make me!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder and threw his eyes open, prepared to shove away anyone who might try to make him do something he didn't want to do. He was breathing heavily and saw Josh leaning over him with a look of concern. "Hey... You okay, Brandon?"

He looked around the room at the sun streaming through the hotel room window. Brandon exhaled and felt himself relaxing. It had all been a dream. "Yeah. I'm good."

"You sure?" Josh questioned. "I woke up before you and decided I'd partake in a little early morning cocksucking. When you started moaning and muttering unintelligibly, I figured I was doing something right. But then you started thrashing around and saying `I don't want to. Don't make me. We're getting married.' I got worried. What were you dreaming about?"

Brandon smiled and decided to lie. Divulging that he'd been dreaming about marrying the stud coach might scare him off. "I don't remember exactly. You know how it is with dreams once you wake up."

"I hope you don't react that way to all morning blow jobs," Josh quipped.

Brandon reached down to pull Josh up to join him. "Trust me. I don't. You can wake me up with a blow job anytime."

"Mmmm," Josh moaned before leaning in for a quick kiss. "I just might do that."

After some more time spent in bed making out and some mutual sucking, the men decided to reconvene in the shower, ostensibly to wash last night's sex off of -- and out of, in Josh's case -- them. Of course, soaping each other up, turned into making out and more sex. For the second time in less than 12 hours, Brandon spilled his load into his ultimate fantasy man.

Once they were back in bed, laying against the headboard enjoying the body contact and the contentment of post-coital bliss, Josh spoke up. "I hate to go there, because we've been having such a good time. But I think this needs to be said."

Brandon turned to look at the man, worried he was about to cut off contact. "What's on your mind, man?" He tried not to let Josh see the concern in his eyes.

"This has been better than I ever thought it could be and I want to do it again..." Brandon inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. "...but the truth is that we're in two different places in our lives. You're single. I'm married. You're an out and proud gay man and I'm..." he paused. "I don't know what I am, but I'm not in the same place you are. Even though we were able to be together last weekend and this one, it's not going to be like that all the time. My wife and my kids are always going to be my priority. They have to be. And that's not taking into account football season. I'm the head coach of a prominent team and that's going to pull at my attention. I want you to know that I want to be with you as much as I can, but I think we should both be realistic. We might be able to get together a few times a month or it could be a month or two between times we can get together."

"I understand, Josh. And I want you to know that I don't want to put any undue stress or pressure on you. I loved the hell out of what we've done so far and I want it to continue. But I have no expectations. I just want to be naked with you whenever I get the chance."

Josh gave Brandon a heart-melting look that made Brandon want to sweep him off of his feet -- figuratively speaking -- and sweep him down to City Hall for a quickie wedding. "It's not fair to you for you to be in that position. Your life shouldn't be on hold because of me."

Even though he knew he didn't want any other men besides the one he was in bed with right now, he knew he needed to ease the coach's mind, so he decided to stretch the truth. "Trust me. It won't be. I'm not going to actively seek anything out. But if a good guy who I enjoy being with comes along, I won't turn it down."

That seemed to ease Josh's mind. His body relaxed and he smiled. "Good. You deserve happiness, Brandon. I don't want to hold you back from that."

"You won't," Brandon smiled. "And for the record, I'm happier right now than I've been in a long time." Brandon fell silent. There was somewhere further he wanted to go, but he didn't want to overstep and risk ruining the moment by taking things where Josh wasn't ready to go. He'd come a long way in a week in a lot of respects. But maybe this would be too far too fast.

Josh noticed the mood in the room change. He leaned over to run his hand across the expanse of Brandon's chest, and up to caress his chin...lightly turning the younger man's head toward him. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Nothing," Brandon lied. "Just having a silent moment of reflection."

Josh cocked his eye at Brandon with a look of mock disdain. "Come on, man. I may be new to all of this," he gestured at the bed and the two of them. "But I'm not new to interacting with other human beings. You forget. For a living I deal with a bunch of guys -- some of whom are barely 21 and some who are even younger than that. I know when a guy's being evasive. Spill it!"

Brandon grinned. Somehow, Josh being so forthright with him made him feel better about broaching the subject. "I don't want to be pushy. I know we're not a couple, but I can't help but wish that I knew more about you...about your life."

Josh smiled that same damn boner-inducing smile of his. "There's not much to tell really. I'm sure you know most of the highlights. I'm a pretty boring, run-of-the-mill, average guy."

Brandon chuckled softly then leaned in to playfully nip at Josh's ear. "Trust me, Josh. There's absolutely nothing average about you as far as I'm concerned."

"Normally I don't love a coach's pet, but I have to say Brandon, flattery will get you everywhere."

The two eased into a brief make out session before Brandon pulled back, now feeling more emboldened to prod further. "Earlier you said you were hardly a choir boy. I've always seen a little mischief in your eyes whenever I've seen you interviewed or seen you on the sideline during a game. But I can't see you as much of a troublemaker in your youth."

Josh leaned his head on Brandon's shoulder and let himself melt into the younger man's embrace. "I mean... It wasn't as if I was the ringleader of a shoplifting syndicate or robbing banks after school. But I got into my fair share of trouble."

"I'm sure..." Brandon used an overtly teasing tone. "The oldest son from a devout family with a strict football coach father was causing trouble. I doubt that."

"It was mostly teenage hijinks and harmless stuff. But I had my moments."

"I don't buy it," Brandon egged Harding on.

Josh leaned up and turned toward Brandon like an anxious kid, eager to prove his point. He lay his hand on Brandon's pec, sending a rush of electricity through Brandon's body. The younger man couldn't deny how right it felt in the moment...the two of them just being naked in bed together and having a conversation like two lovers. It was almost better than the actual sex had been. Almost!

"Alright, my man," Harding shot back. "There'll be time later on to get into Harding: The Miniseries', but I'll give you one story. When my brother and I both got our license, we shared an old beat up car with manual transmission and our house was up on a hill. I'd never driven that kind of car before and didn't know all the ways driving a stick is different than an automatic. Anyway, my first time taking it out for a spin, when I got back home I parked it in the driveway on an incline because I was the last one in and both of my parents' cars were already parked ahead. Only I didn't realize that with a stick shift you have to set the handbrake. So I go boppin' on in the house and a few minutes later our neighbor from out on the corner calls and goes, Hey, your car's on our stop sign'."

Engrossed in the story...in ANYTHING Josh Harding had to say, Brandon laughed. "What had happened?"

Barely able to contain his laughter at the memory, Josh croaked out, "The car had....! The car had rolled..........dooooowwwwnnn the hill and gone backward down the street a full block before it knocked over that stop sign."

Still in a teasing mood, Brandon chuckled. "Oh wow! Call the authorities! You were a regular young Al Capone!"

Josh playfully knocked Brandon on his pec with the back of his hand. "Hey... I said it was mostly teenage hijinks. Besides, you can't imagine the amount of hell I caught from my dad over that. He wasn't abusive or anything, but you didn't want to get too far out of line either."

Brandon wrapped his arm around Josh again and pulled him in. "Thanks for sharing that. I can't wait to hear more. Uh...when you're ready to share, that is!"

Josh leaned in for a kiss. "In due time, my man. In due time..."

Brandon signed with contentment, but there was still something more on his mind.

"So, so far the ground rules are: your family obligations and career obligations take precedence, the frequency with which we hook up will depend on our schedules, you're not going to hold me back from a shot at a relationship with no strings if the opportunity comes along, AND you have what I can only describe as a very boner-inducing fetish for playing out hot sex between a horny priest and an even hornier Catholic school student. I want to add something else to the ground rules."

"Anything, Brandon" Josh said huskily with a meaningful look in his eyes. "But before you tell me, I want us to get something straight."

Brandon was suddenly wary of how Harding had slipped from sexy bed companion into stern coach mode. "Okay."

"I don't like that you referred to us getting together and having sex as hooking up. To me, a hookup is sex only for the sake of pleasure with nothing deeper behind it. I could pussyfoot around the subject, but honestly, I'm too old to play that BS. At my age, I'm beyond playing coy. What we did last night and this morning means something to me. We're not a couple, but you're much more to me than some random sex partner. You hear me?"

For about the fourth or fifth time since they met the previous weekend, Brandon had the sensation of feeling like just when he didn't think he could be more impressed with or turned on by Josh Harding, he did or said something to make Brandon realize this guy was even more fuckable than he already found him. "Loud and clear," Brandon grinned. "We're..."

"Having fun," Josh finished for him.

"Right," Brandon agreed. He like the sound of that. "Lots...kiss...and lots...kiss...and lots...kiss...of fun. And in that spirit, I wonder if maybe occasionally you'd like to play the role of a horny, sex-starved football coach who -- in trying to pump up the spirits of his third-string QB who thinks he'll never get a shot at NFL stardom -- ends up offering his ass to said QB as positive reinforcement for all the gains he's making in the weight room and in practice?"

Josh grinned and leaned in to lay kisses on Brandon's shoulder. "A horny coach and a rookie QB with something to prove? I'm all in on that one, man!"

"Wrong," Brandon teased. "I'LL be the one who's all in...Coach!" To prove his point, he reached down and gripped his satisfied cock and gave it a few tugs.

The two men kissed again and -- yet again -- it led to another extended make out session. Two hours later, Brandon was exiting the hotel room to head for home while Josh prepared to go out to the practice facility to get ready for a scrimmage his team was having in a couple hours.

Brandon had been home barely an hour, still floating on air and feeling on a total post-coital high after spending the night and most of the morning with Harding when there was a knock on his door. Unable to wipe a giddy grin off of his face, he leapt up from the couch and practically jogged to the door, half expecting the coach to be waiting on the other side for a quick make out sesh before he had to head to the team's practice facility.

When he opened the door, he found Jason on the other side leaning against the door frame his head tilted down slightly so that he was looking up at Brandon in what was probably supposed to be a sexy pose. With a lilt and a smoldering and seductive affect to his voice, he smiled. "Hey there, big boy. Guess who's come to collect payment for that favor from last week?"

Brandon rolled his eyes and turned to walk back toward his sofa, hearing Jason shut the condo door behind him. "How about instead, I whip us up a late breakfast? Scrambled eggs?"

"Good idea. We'd better both load up on protein for all of the fucking that's about to happen. But I gotta tell you..." Jason walked up to Brandon and moved in close, reaching around to run his hands down the taller man's back. "I'm more in the mood for bacon...if you know what I'm getting at."

Before Jason's hand moved below the equator, Brandon swatted it away. "I DO know what you're getting at and trust me. You're NOT getting at it this morning or anytime soon!"

"Come on, man! When we wrote Section 18(c), subsection 1.a.4, paragraph 3 of our Bro Code, we specifically identified and itemized the conditions under which we would be allowed a waiver to fuck each other's brains out. And in paragraph 4, the conditions under which you'd consent to bottoming -- no question, no complaints -- were specifically spelled-out. I believe condition #2 is something along the lines of `the party of the second part -- me -- performs a huge favor for the party of the first part -- you -- and in doing so goes so far above and beyond the call of duty that he puts himself at risk of extreme harm, annoyance, shame, or discomfort.' I think me having to put up with Mr. Front Office's clumsy bedside manner and his micro dick meets all four of those metrics."

Brandon had to stifle his laughter and try to keep a straight face while Jason was rambling on and on. His friend was nothing if not persistent. "Bud, I can appreciate you trying to appeal to my sense of following the rules, but I'm going to tell you again. It's not happening. Besides, the universe rewarded you for enduring Mr. Front Office. You got to get hot and sweaty with your fantasy man." Mocking Jason's behavior in their FaceTime from last weekend, Brandon mouthed "three times" in an over exaggerated way while shoving three of his fingers in Jason's face. "Remember? I think that makes me officially off the hook."

"Actually, it was four times. More than just soaping off happened when I joined ol' Macky in the shower. But that's beside the point. There's no clause in the Bro Code for an ipso facto after the fact substitution due to the party of the second part stumbling into accidental hot and heavy sex with a..." Jason made a show of jokingly looking Brandon up and down "...MUCH hotter man than the party of the first part."

Brandon chuckled. "You fucker...!"

"That's my long way of saying, you still owe me. So head back into the bedroom, throw your legs in the air and break out the lube. And make sure it isn't any of that fancy-ass lube you like to use either. I'm a traditionalist when it comes to fucking ass. Bring the Vaseline in from the bathroom because it's about to get real greasy!"

Sighing heavily, Brandon looked defeated. "Fine. If for no other reason than to shut you the hell up. Let's do this." He turned and started to walk back toward the bedrooms.

Behind him, he heard Jason's confused voice. "Wait. What? Really?!"

With his back still turned, Brandon grinned cleverly. Two can play at this game... Not fully turning around, Brandon looked over his shoulder. "Yep. As the saying goes, you can't fight City Hall. The Bro Code is very clear."

"Wow... I...I didn't think that would actually work. I don't know what to say."

Before turning around, Brandon tried to put on his most seductive face, remembering his time with Harding just last night. He turned and walked back up to Jason, standing very close to him. "I know what to say. I've secretly been wanting this for a long time."

For his part, Jason's face had gone pale and he looked wide-eyed and nervous as hell. He gulped. "You have?"

"Oh yeah..." Brandon nodded his head and reached up to grip Jason's bicep. "I've been noticing how all your hard work at the gym has been paying off. It's such a turn on. It's taken every fiber of my being not to pull you to me and tear your clothes off whenever we hang out."

"Holy shit! I...I can't believe this. I just came over here to check up on you after you were so down and out over J.H. Before we got to the part where I comfort you and help see you through the devastating rejection, I just thought I'd yank your chain a little bit. I didn't expect..." Jason couldn't finish his thought he was so thrown by his buddy's sudden change of heart.

Brandon stepped in closer, practically pressing his entire body against Jason and gave him a smoldering look before leaning closer -- his lips just inches apart from the younger man's -- and whispered. "Can I tell you a secret, bud?"

Feeling himself becoming weak in the knees and wanting to melt into Brandon's body, Jason practically moaned in response. "You can tell me anything..."

In a breathy whisper worthy of any phone sex operator, Brandon spoke haltingly and seductively. "I'm 100.....percent....positively....absolutely..." Before finishing, Brandon stepped back and adopted his normal manner of speaking. "...fine. A lot's happened since we talked a week ago and I'm not in the same place I was back then. So since you really only came over here to check on me and I'm totally fine, let's watch a game on TV. What do you say? We can either find a baseball game or maybe the Final Four's on..." Brandon walked over to grab the remote control from the coffee table, plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV."

"You...you...you," Jason stammered, "mean person!"

Brandon looked back over his shoulder. "Go easy on me, Jas."

Jason wasn't actually upset. There were a lot of feelings churning inside him at the moment, but he was actually impressed that his buddy had turned the tables and put one over on him. "Luckily for you, I'm not so ticked off at you that I won't raid your cabinet for food to snack on while we watch TV!"

Brandon laughed as Jason made a show of fake storming off to the kitchen. In that moment, he heard his phone buzz. When he pulled it out to check the message, it was from Josh.

"Hey Brandon. Weather's acting up. I've canceled the team's practice and drills for the day and given them some time off. My family's gone for the day to my in-laws'. Suddenly, I have the whole day free and that hotel room is paid for until late tonight. You think you might want to get together?"

"What about the ground rules?" Brandon typed back, adding a wink smiley face emoji in case Josh misunderstood and thought he was serious.

"Let's just say those can go into effect starting tomorrow. Today is about us having fun and you doing your best to remedy how empty my ass feels."

Brandon grinned and instantly sprang hard. Addicted to this man was a gross understatement. "I'm a pro at filling a guy's emptiness."

"I know first-hand. I can still feel your dick in me and I can't wait to feel it in me again for real. So what do you say? You wanna join me?"

"I'm in!" Brandon typed back.

"Great. Need a few minutes to wrap things up here. Meet me back at the hotel in an hour and a half. Text me when you're in the lobby."

"Sure thing. See you soon...young Mr. Harding."

"Oh fuck! An hour and a half can't come soon enough!"

Brandon grinned and had just set his phone down when Jason re-entered from the kitchen with a bag of chips. "So, are you going to tell me what changed between our FaceTime and now that's put you in such a good mood? Or does this have to remain a state secret like your first encounter with J.H.?"

As Jason joined Brandon on the sofa, he turned to face his friend. "Not much to tell, really. A few days later, Josh texted me and told me he had a change of heart. He wanted to see me to explain himself, so I went to see him last night. We talked, we had dinner, we fooled around a little bit. Everything's good now." Jason didn't need to know all the details of his magical night with the coach, Brandon reasoned to himself.

"I'm glad, man. It feels like you're leaving out a lot of the story. But I get it. Some things you want to keep for yourself."

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

Brandon was about to open his mouth again to break the `bad' news to Jason when the younger man interrupted him.

"At least tell me this, though. Did it live up to your expectations?"

"The first time at the practice facility...no. But last night? Definitely. All that and more."

"Fuck, man! You're one lucky duck!"

"Speaking of lucky," Brandon felt bad about what he had to say next. "I just got a text from the man. He wants to see me. So I'm afraid we have to cut this hang-out short. I'm sorry, man."

As he studied Jason's reaction, Brandon could see disappointment momentarily wash over his face before quickly being replaced by an easy going façade. "It's okay. If I had a chance to be with a guy I was totally head over heels in lust for, I'd clear my schedule and spend all day with him. Hos before bros, right?"

Brandon cocked his eye at Jason. "Watch it!"

Jason reached over and knocked Brandon on the upper arm with the back of his hand. "Just playing with you, man!"

Brandon got up off of the sofa and started gathering up his things. "You're free to stay here and watch the game if you want. Mi casa es su casa and whatnot."

"Nah," Jason shot back. "I'll probably just wolf down a few more chips and then head out. There are hordes of horny men out there in need of satisfaction. I'm sure I'll be able to stumble onto one and let him have his way with me. Have a good time with your fantasy man!"

"Thanks, bud," Brandon said as he opened the door. "See you later!"

"See ya!" Jason called over his shoulder as he pretended to be interested in the college hoops game on TV.

Brandon was almost out the door when he stopped and came back inside. "Hey, by the way..."

Jason turned his head. "Yeah?"

"For all of the shit we give each other and the teasing and stuff, I really appreciate you. It means a lot that you came by here on your way home from the airport just to see how I'm doing. For real."

Jason shrugged his shoulders. "No prob, man. Your place was on the way. Besides, you have better food in your cupboards than I do."

Brandon chuckled. "With all of this talk about mooching food off of me, you sound like the brother I never asked for."

"Jeez..." Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. "And with all of this sappy, emotional yammering you're doing, you're starting to sound like the sister I never wanted. Now quit it with all of the daytime talk show chatter and go get your guy! You don't want to keep him waiting!"

"Alright, dude. See you later."

With that, the door shut and Brandon was gone. In that instant, Jason sighed heavily, flipped the TV off, pushed a large gust of air past his lips, started fanning himself with his hand, and pulled the collar of his shirt as if giving himself some air. A few seconds later, he pulled out his own phone and placed a call. "Hey... It's Jason..........Yeah, it turns out those plans I thought I'd have that would tie me up until tomorrow morning fell through............No. I didn't say anything about it. I chickened out............I know, I know. But it's not meant to be............Trust me. I know it's not. No amount of following my heart or other meaningless drivel from The Bachelor is going to change that................I didn't call you for a lecture. All I wanted to say is that I'm free today if you want to get together for some fun..........." Jason grinned and chuckled at whatever was being said on the other end of the phone. "........I like the sound of that. You know how much it turns me on when you fuck me in the bed you share with your wife.............Okay, Senator. I'm leaving now. I'll be at your place within the hour...........Yes. I'm definitely open to you doing whatever you need to do to persuade me to support the bill you want passed." Jason laughed softly and started pawing at the growing erection in his slacks. "I'll see you soon, Dan......Sorry. I'll see you soon, SIR..........Bye."

Jason bit his lip and grunted as he ended the call, stood up and made his way to open the door. Before walking out, he turned around, looked back inside, sighed heavily, and then left for his rendezvous.

Almost half an hour later, Brandon made his way into the hotel lobby. He was so fuckin' hungry for the stud coach waiting for him twelve floors up that he almost forgot to text Harding to let him know he'd arrived. He pulled his phone out and quickly typed as he made his way to the bank of elevators. "I'm here. On my way up now."

As the elevator doors opened and Brandon stepped onto one, Josh's response came through. "I'm ready for you. Can't wait."

"I can't wait either, stud," Brandon mused to himself in the empty elevator car. He couldn't believe his luck. It's as if these past few days had been some sort of week-long daydream come true. He'd had the night of his life with the man of his dreams and the man had asked him back for more. It was fuckin' miraculous!

As Brandon approached the door to Room 1204, curiously he noticed it was slightly ajar, held open by the safety bar at the top of the door. Slowly, he pushed the door open and rapped on it lightly with his knuckle. "Josh?"

"In here!" Brandon heard the faint call that sounded like it was coming from the suite's bedroom, prompting a horny grin.

"The fucker's already hungry for it!" Brandon marveled, feeling his cock already on its way to full hardness again. This was definitely a good sign for the prospects of continuing whatever this was into the future. He pulled the safety bar back and let the door swing fully shut...but not before hanging the Do Not Disturb sign on the outer doorknob.

When he walked into the bedroom, Brandon stopped short just inside the doorway and almost passed out at the sight that lay in front of him. The same man who -- a week earlier -- couldn't conceive of having anal sex with a man, just last night had shared his first kiss with another guy, and was nervous about getting fucked, was waiting for him on the bed on all fours...his mature muscled ass hiked up and presented for him. "Dear God in heaven. Whatever I did to deserve this, I'll have to make sure to keep doing it if it gets me this!" ran through his mind.

The horny coach turned his head slightly. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. Please come and help me pay penance for the impure thoughts I've been having."

"I'm glad you came to me, young Mr. Harding," Brandon said in the most authoritative and priestly voice he could muster as he practically tore his clothes off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. "I know exactly how to help you deal with the lustful thoughts in your head."

He stood there in the middle of the hotel room, looking down his torso to his thick, throbbing, blood-engorged cock already starting to leak. He looked up at the ceiling and mouthed "thank you!" Before kneeling on the bed, he reached down to scoop a helping of precum onto his finger. He scooted up so that his cock lay along the coach's trench. Leaning forward, he offered his finger to the older man. Brandon was gratified and turned on more than he'd been yesterday to see the horny man lean forward and suck Brandon's precum-covered finger into his mouth, savoring the sexual liquid.

"That's a good first step to get back on the road to God's good graces, young Mr. Harding...tasting the nectar of the gods," Brandon cooed, running his hand through Josh's short hair. "But there's something else you must do."

"What is it, Father?" Harding moaned out, playing along with wherever Brandon was going to take this.

"You must confess your impure thoughts." Brandon began lightly bucking his hips, causing his shaft to run along Harding's crack, sinking slowly between the muscled ass cheeks.

"Ohhhh, Father," he groaned.

"Tell me, my child," Brandon voice was shaky, he was so thoroughly turned on.

"I think about you fucking me. All day, all night. Ever since last night, it's all I can think about."

For the briefest of moments, Brandon broke the roleplay. To hear his ultimate fantasy man say those words, made his cock throb and his heart feel like bursting. That wasn't roleplay about some priest from Harding's past. That was about him. And damn if he wasn't going to show Josh just how grateful he was for the trust that the coach was putting in him.

Slipping back into his role, Brandon huskily whispered. "Just me?"

"You know me too well. My world's been opened up. I want to be fucked by as many men as will have me."

"Fuuuuuucckkkkk," Brandon moaned, now bucking his hips with abandon and lost in the lust of the moment. He regained control of himself and slowed down. "But I'm the one who this belongs to, right?" He reached down to smack Harding's right ass cheek and kneaded it.

"GOD YES!" Josh practically screamed. "It's all yours, Brandon. It's always yours!"

Once again lost in fuck lust, Brandon leaned down and licked along Harding's earlobe. "And my cock is all yours, Josh."

Breaking the roleplay fully, Josh craned his neck to try and look at Brandon. "It's fucking amazing how far I've come in just a week. I feel like a completely different person than I used to be."

Brandon raised back up into a kneeling position, his legs straddling the 59-year old's body. "Different good or different bad?"

Josh laughed. "Man, from all that moaning I've been doing, what do YOU think?"

"I think you've got me wrapped around your finger, Josh Harding. Normally, I feel like I'm in control of myself and I'm in the driver's seat. But everything about you -- but especially your incredible ass -- has me willing to do anything and everything just to have access to it as often as you'll let me."

"Funny," Josh remarked. "I've been thinking the same thing about your dick. I'm kind of addicted to you, Brandon Davies."

"Ungh," Brandon grunted before lightly pulling on Harding's hair to raise his head up. "You know just how to get me going like you wouldn't believe."

Brandon leaned down and met Josh in a passionate, tongue-powered kiss. The two men made out like that for at least ten minutes before Brandon finally, mercifully slid into the coach's now well-worn hole for the fourth time in the past nearly 24 hours.

Yes, there were ground rules. But as Brandon lay against the headboard, looking at the dozing man lying next to him later that evening, he had a feeling that now that Josh Harding had been shown enough of a new way of living that he'd be willing to break his own rules as often as he found himself unbearably hungry for Brandon's cock. Brandon reached over to push the short hair off of Harding's forehead and thought about leaning down to claim a kiss from the sleeping man. Like he'd thought to himself earlier, whatever he'd done to deserve this man coming into his life, he wanted to keep on doing it to keep the 59-year old by his side.