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FIRST THINGS FIRST: I have another story in this directory called "Finding Support In Each Other" but I had some great motivation to write this story so I'm gonna go for it. I do most of my writing in the boy bands directory with a story called "Nick and Ashley" so if you like this head on over there and check that out too.
This is all based on a true story although the names have been changed to protect people.
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Timmy's Love-Chapter One
I pushed the door open and looked around.
"This place brings back some memories," I said out loud to no one.
I looked over the ice hockey rink at which I had spent so much of my adolescence. Flashes of championship games, practices where I worked my ass off, screaming coaches and fans in the crowd cheering filled my head as I stared at the ice.
My name is Matt Thompson. I'm 22 years old and just out of college. I was approached by my old high school with a teaching job when I graduated and I jumped on the chance. I loved my old school. To me college was great but it never rivaled the friends and good times I had in high school.
I was the starting goalie for our hockey and lacrosse team and that feeling of the crowd chanting my name and my teammates rallying around me was something I would never forget. It was something that I never replaced and always felt empty inside of me. This is another reason I was so quick to jump on this job. Not only did I get to teach but they wanted me to coach hockey.
The team had gone a bit downhill since I left. I led this team to a championship but after I left they never got a goalie to truly replace me so even though they made the playoffs a few times the coaches were asked to leave and I was brought in. I was actually told that they were eyeing me ever since I left and had the other coaches on a four-year plan. They told me I was destined to be this coach.
"We were almost happy to hear that you got hurt and didn't get your chance in the pros." The principal said the words that stung so deep inside but not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth I just took it.
It's true. I did get my shot at the pros. I played college for two years then was approached by a junior team. I was doing really well and on my way to bigger and better things until someone took a cheap shot at me and took out one of my legs while he was sliding towards the goal after one of my guys hit him.
I shook off the painful memories and started to walk towards the coach's office to get ready for the practice. I was almost there when a voice called out to me.
"I still don't believe it."
I turned around and saw a figure with a varsity hockey jacket on heading my way. He was about 6 foot and had a good build to him. I looked up at him when he came into the light and I saw a face I hadn't seen in years.
"Timmy!" I said happily as I ran up to him and gave him a hug.
He responded with a hug just as strong and we pulled out of it with smiles on our faces.
"No one has called me that...well since the last time I saw you." He said.
"I can't believe that nickname died." I said with a laugh.
"Well I told everyone that I didn't wanna be called that anymore." Tim said.
"Oh sorry." I said.
"You were the first one to ever call me that so you know what, I'll let you and no one else." He said as we both laughed.
I met Tim right after I graduated. I actually came back to watch a football game my freshmen year of college and I was introduced to a few kids that were going to try out for the hockey team at the school the next year. It was a bit of an old school greeting the new school type of thing. I remember being introduced to Tim, or Timmy as I called him then since he was a small kid. I always passed him off as just a cute kid but young.
I kept in touch with him for a year or two and always watched over him, making sure that he was getting through school ok. We became very close and I always watched out for him like a little brother. He also came to me for advice a lot. We drifted after I moved up in hockey. Eventually, we stopped talking altogether.
Seeing him again made me happy. He was a senior now and had grown up so much. He went from a cute kid to a gorgeous 18 year-old. He had short brown hair that stuck up in the front and the bluest eyes I had ever seen (the Irish in him I'm guessing). He still had that shy bit going but always kept a smile nearby.
"It's been too long, Timmy," I said.
"Yeah, it has, Matt. I heard about your leg, I'm sorry. I was pulling for you," Tim said, as the look on his face got darker.
"Yeah, well, things happen for a reason I guess. I mean look at me now, back here coaching you guys." I said
"We could use the help." Tim said as he looked out onto the ice.
"Timmy, when I first met you they were training you to be my replacement. What happened?" I asked him.
"I don't know. I've been playing just well enough to keep the job as the starter but never better than that. I guess it was pretty big shoes to fill when you left. I was never good with pressure." Tim said.
I felt for this kid. It was true. I left a big hole in this program when I left and I never realized that Tim was the kid they wanted to replace it. It was too much to ask anyone.
"Timmy, I want you to be one of my captains." I said as I put my arm around him.
"Are you sure, Matt? I just told you I wasn't good with pressure." Tim said unsure of himself.
"I'm positive. Why don't you come in my office and we'll go over the lineups. I'm here for you this year buddy." I said as a smile came to his face.
"I'd like that" Tim said as we went into my office and went over possible lineup combinations.
The school bell rang out to let everyone know that the day was starting. I was sitting in the classroom that had been assigned to me reading the sports section of the paper. I was pretty nervous and I was never one for coffee so the paper was a good distraction. Kids started to file into the first period class so I put the paper down and tried to greet them with a smile.
"What's up coach" Tim said as he threw me an apple and walked in.
"Hey Tim, you weren't supposed to be in this class." I said.
"Yeah well, I got a sudden urge to learn about sociology." Tim said with a smile and a wink.
What was that wink? Did Timmy play for "both teams"? It was a huge line that I would cross to even think about anything past a coach/player relationship but I always found Timmy cute. Maybe I was reading too much into this. It was probably just him talking to a friend. I better get started with the lecture before people start to wonder. I stood up and began.
"Sociology...what is it?"
A small roar went through the crowd at the hockey rink as the players waited with numbers on the back of their jerseys. It was the first day of tryouts. It was also known as "Hell Week". I stepped through my office with my skates on and a stick in hand.
Some parents started clapping when I stepped out and I gave everyone a small wave as I stepped towards the ice. A few newspaper journalists wanting to get a story for the local sports section of the paper stopped me but I informed them that I would be happy to supply a story along with some captains for pictures and interviews after the practice.
The players were talking amongst themselves until I slammed the door to the rink shut where all of them turned around and were quiet. Flashes of the day I tried out for this team came through my head. I remember being more scared then I ever had been before and too nervous to do anything but concentrate on not tripping.
I skated over to them and told them to take a knee, which they did.
"I'm the new coach, Matt Thompson. Most of you know of me but only a few of you really know me. We'll be getting to know each other very well this season. I don't care how much skill you have inside of you, if you don't work your ass for me you will not make this team and it goes the other way too. If you have no skill in you at all, as long as you have the heart of a social worker than you'll see your name on that list on Friday." I said as they all paid attention.
I looked at Timmy and he had a smile on his face. That reminded me of my next point.
"I've already chosen my captains. Tim will be captain of the goalies. Bobby will captain the defense and Wes will be in charge of the forwards. If you make the team they are in charge and they are my right hand men. Listen to them otherwise you're off the team. I wouldn't give them this power if I didn't trust them. They will not abuse it." I said as I paused.
"Everyone understand that?" I asked
Everyone responded with a resounding "Yes Coach".
"Alright then let's play some hockey. On the lines." I said as they all got up and headed into position to skate. I skated over to Tim.
"Do you think I was too rough?" I asked.
"You're the first coach that laid down the law like that in four years. Keep it up." Tim said with a smile
It was a hard practice and the kids really worked hard so I let them scrimmage a bit at the end, which seemed to lift their spirits and give me a chance to really take a look at them play. I watched Timmy get in the goal in his lefty stance that was uncommon to goalies. I forgot that he was a lefty until he stepped on the ice.
I was watching him and becoming really impressed. He had really grown up from that little kid I was introduced to five years ago. I watched him make save after save until the last one where he let it up, which cost his side the game. I watched him put his head down in frustration.
'I was never good with pressure' The words that he said echoed through my head.
I went over and tapped him on the pads with my stick and told him to shake it off as I blew my whistle to signify the end of practice.
I was sitting in my office after the practice and newspaper shoot was over looking over my evaluations and the evaluations that the assistant coaches gave me for the first day. A knock came from the door.
I looked up and saw Wes standing in the doorway.
"Come on in Wes." I said
Wes was the best player I had. He has so much incredible natural talent that it scared me to think of the opportunities that lay in front of him. I wanted to take care of him though because I remember all the colleges and agents trying to get a hold of me out of high school and how I barely had time for friends let alone anything else.
Wes was also gorgeous to say the least. Tim was cuter than anyone on the team and all that but Wes was hot. He had straight black hair that he pushed forward a lot and other times just let it go crazy. He also had the most cut chest I'd ever seen on a 17 year-old.
There was one problem that might stop Wes...grades. His head just wasn't in it. He was one of the most popular kids in the school and was always out with a different girl. His grades were suffering.
"You wanted to see me, Coach?" He asked.
"Yeah I did sit down Wes." I said as he closed the door and sat down.
I could barely look at this kid he was so hot.
"I know about your grades." I said as he immediately looked away. "Wes look at me." I said with conviction. He looked up at me.
"I've been exactly where you are man. I know what it's like to have the colleges calling your house every night. I also know what it's like to live the social life you do. Trust me man I've been there. I've also been at the bottom though." I said as I lifted my pant leg and showed him the scar on my knee.
"Wes...you guys are a dime a dozen once you get past high school. You've got so much raw talent it's ridiculous but one day someone may take a run at you and this may all be over. Your gift may be gone. You better have something to fall back on." I said.
I definitely had his attention. He was staring at me intently.
"I want you to bring me your test scores at the end of every week and we'll go over them together." I said as I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Ok." He said as he slowly got up and headed towards the door.
As he got to the door he stopped and called out "Coach."
"Yeah Wes?" I asked.
"You're the first person to ever see anything more in me besides a hockey player. Please...don't give up on me." He said as he walked out of the office.
I walked out of the office after about an hour of going over the evaluations. Everyone else had already left the rink and I closed and locked my office door. I walked past the locker room and saw the light still on from under the door.
I walked in and heard the shower running. I sat down on the bench in the spot I had always sat in when I attended this school. The shower clicked off and I saw Tim walk out in just a towel. He jumped at the sight of someone else in the room.
"Oh it's just you." He said as he saw me.
He went over to his bag and dropped his towel. I was mesmerized. I had never seen something more beautiful in my entire life. His chest was completely hairless and skinny but at the same time muscular. His dark nipples rounded it out. He had a small trail of light brown hair under his belly button, which led to a package that anyone would die for. He was at least 6 or 7 inches cut. His cock swung in between his muscular legs that he always kept in shape from being a goalie.
"Like what you see?" Tim asked knocking me out of my trance.
'Fuck, he noticed I was looking.' I thought
"Sorry I...uh..was..." I said with words failing me.
"Maybe I should give you a better look." He said seductively as he slowly walked over and stood in front of me.
I gave him an unsure look. I had always had feelings for guys but never acted on them. No one ever even gave it a thought that I was gay. They were too worried about my playing career to notice.
Tim ran his hands through my short brown hair. His hand reached the back of my head.
"It's ok, Matt." He reassured me as he pulled my head into his crotch.
I decided to let my inhibitions go and took hold of his cock. It was the first time I had ever touched another guy's dick and I loved the feeling of it. I ran my tongue on the underside of the shaft, which drew a moan from Tim as I could feel him getting harder.
He was a big guy but I wanted to pleasure him so I put my mouth over his head and started to go down on my starting goalie. I quickened the pace and took his balls in my hand and began to play with them too.
Tim really started to get into this and began to buck his hips with the rhythm. I looked up at him while I went to work on his cock and saw that he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
I threw my tongue into action a little more, which seemed to really turn Tim on. He was so hard that I thought if he got any harder it would break off. I ran my other hand through his patch of brown pubic hair and up his chest.
He let out a moan and unloaded spurt after spurt of whatever seed he had inside of him into my waiting mouth. I swallowed pretty much all of it as I stroked his balls to calm him down after a monster orgasm.
He pulled me up into a kiss and shared some of the semen that I had left in my mouth. The mixture was sweet and tasty to the lips. We pulled out and he rested his head against my shoulder. I could feel his hard beat against my chest.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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