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So they went around to the side of the garage. Ritchie stopped at the door and said, "Wow... imagine that."
Wheeler stopped and replied, "What?"
"Well, you can see my bedroom window right up there."
The blood dropped from Wheeler's face as he looked up towards the window. He realized that what he and Lloyd had done that morning was in full view of the window.
"I think we need to talk more privately," said Ritchie. "Let's go inside."
Chapter Eight
Wheeler was really worried now. What could Ritchie want to talk about? Would he tell the whole school what he saw? Would he become harassed and get beaten up? And what about Lloyd, would he be a target as well? He sulked in the chair in his room, as Ritchie looked the place over.
"Nice place."
Wheeler only nodded. Wheeler decided to go on the offensive. He stood and looked right at Ritchie.
"So... you saw what happened this morning. And what now? Are you going to go blabbing it all over the school? Going to be the big man by outing a fag and his friend?"
Wheeler could not believe that he just admitted to being gay. It was that easy and had at the same time outted Lloyd as well. He would never want to do anything that would hurt Lloyd.
Ritchie was stunned at first.
"Hey, hey. Now calm down. It isn't what you think, Wheeler."
"So you want to come here and try and blackmail me to do things for you? If I don't you'll tell others about me?" yelled Wheeler.
"No! Hell no, man! Wheeler, now just calm down, buddie. I just wanted you to know that you are not alone here. I'm just the same as you and Lloyd really. I thought we could be friends is all. I mean not that kind of friend... I have someone as well... but it's not my place to tell you who. But I'm sure he will let you know. Wow, man, I never knew you had such fire in you."
All the emotions in Wheeler came crashing down. He just lost himself in the whole thing and started to cry uncontrollable. Ritchie was shocked.
"Wheeler, what's wrong, man?"
Wheeler sat on the edge of the bed and finally calmed down enough to tell Ritchie the story of how he got to where he was now. He also told him how bad things were with his own parents and that he never felt anyone would ever love him for who he was until now that he and Lloyd had found each other. He continued to say that he felt for the first time that things in his life had finally started to be good.
"When you pointed out that window, I knew you had an idea of what you saw, and I just became so worried that we had outted ourselves. I thought I was going to be outted at school. I was upset."
"Upset? Hell, I think you came close to exploding!"
Ritchie laughed.
.....
At the same time, Lloyd was being drilled by Coach D.
"Lloyd, what's wrong with you? Your mind is somewhere else. What's your problem?"
Lloyd could only look back at the coach and simply shrug his shoulders.
"Lloyd... look, if you need someone to talk to you, you know that you can always talk to me. You know that right?"
"Yes, Coach D, I know."
Behind the coach, Lloyd could see Glenn. Glenn had noticed the poor practice that Lloyd had been having and decided that he had to get him alone fast and talk to him before he would fly completely apart. Lloyd saw the look on Glenn's face and turned to the coach.
"Hey coach, I really don't feel very well. I think I need to go lie down. Is it OK if I just leave early?"
Coach D looked at Lloyd with concern.
"Sure Lloyd, we're about done anyway."
Lloyd headed toward the locker room... feeling lower than a snail. The coach thought to himself, 'There's something going on with him. He's my best swimmer, and I can tell there's something bothering him."
Coach yelled at the others guys, "OK, guys. Pick up this equipment and let's get out of here."
Lloyd entered the locker room and dressed as fast as he could, trying to get out of there before Glenn had a chance to get in there. He wanted to get to Wheeler's to talk to him about what Glenn had eluded to.
As Lloyd was heading out the side door, Glenn ran into the locker room and yelled to him, "Hey Lloyd, man, we need to talk."
Lloyd never turned around. He ran to the bike rack, jumped on, and took off. Glenn dressed as fast as he could and took off out of the locker room after Lloyd.
Coach noticed both boys leaving in a hurry and knew he needed to leave as well. He had someplace he wanted to be too. He was also worried that his best two swimmers were having a problem. He hoped that if they needed to talk to him, that they would remember they could always come to him.
Lloyd rode as fast as he could, not knowing that Glenn was just about a block behind him.
At Wheeler's place, Ritchie was just telling Wheeler that he was as gay as he was and not about to out himself or anyone else. He told Wheeler that if he ever need to talk, he would always be there. Wheeler, who had been standing near the bed, finally smiled and walked over and decided to hug his newfound friend. Both boys hugged and were standing in the middle of the room smiling when Lloyd came bursting through the door.
Both boys turned and parted. Lloyd had a look of shear pain on his face at finding Wheeler and Ritchie holding on to each other.
What the fuck is going on here?" he shouted.
Wheeler just froze.
"I leave to go to practice, and when I come back I find you with him," Lloyd yelled, pointing angrily at Ritchie.
"How long has this been going on?"
Ritchie smiled at Lloyd. This only infuriated him more.
"Well," said Lloyd, "you want him, then you can have him!"
Lloyd turned to go back through the door and down the stairs. Wheeler yelled, "NO!" and took off down the stairs after him... Ritchie following close behind.
As Lloyd went out through the door at the bottom of the stairs, Glenn came though the tall gate at the side of the garage. Lloyd, now trapped between the door and the gate, stopped to look around for another way out. Wheeler grabbed his arm and said, "Hun, it's not what you think."
Glenn, seeing Ritchie coming out the door of Wheeler's home, gave his boyfriend a questioning look. Ritchie only shook his head 'No,' and Glenn was fine with everything. He knew that his boyfriend was true.
Lloyd spun and yanked his arm away from Wheeler and said, "Oh, really? I come here because I needed to talk to you, and when I get here, I find you in Ritchie's arms. What am I suppose to think?"
"Tell YOU what," Wheeler said. He stood there, turned slightly, and pointed to Ritchie's bedroom window. "That's Ritchie room."
Lloyd looked up, and things started to come together. He turned and looked at Glenn who only smiled and walked over to Ritchie and kissed him, as Ritchie pulled his lover to his side. Now Lloyd looked back to Wheeler and asked, "What's going on?
Wheeler told him about being upset, that he and Ritchie had talked, and Ritchie understood how things were for him and was just telling him if he ever need to talk, he was there for him. "It was nothing more than a friendly hug, Lloyd, I swear."
Lloyd looked at the ground and started to cry. "I guess I've really fucked us up now."
Wheeler grabbed him and said, "No. You were a bit jealous, but I guess that's why I love you so much. Because you love me as much as I do you."
Lloyd looked over to where Ritchie and Glenn were standing and said, "So you two are umm...?" and Ritchie said, "Proudly, yes... since we were thirteen."
Lloyd smiled. "I never knew."
Glenn retorted, "I know, and we would like to keep it that way as far as everybody else is concerned. Why don't we all go upstairs and talk for a while, OK?"
"Sounds like a good idea. I think we need to," and Wheeler led the way up inside and the stairs.
.....
Coach D made sure everyone was gone and then slipped into the shower. He had just twenty minutes to spare, and he needed to get going. He had a meeting set up with his new friend, Elijah, and this was one meeting he didn't want to miss.
He had first met Elijah online after Elijah sent him an IM about something Coach had written. They exchanged pleasant talk and Elijah had sent his pic. 'Damn,' the coach thought, 'Elijah is Hebrew for God is LORD.' Well, after seeing Elijah's pic, Coach D thought, 'Lord, this guy IS a god! He's 22 years old, 6 foot, 189 lbs., light brown hair with tipped ends, and a killer smile. And those blue eyes are just for getting lost in.'
They both knew they were gay, and Coach D could only imagine that this could be very cool meeting. Elijah played soccer and had been for quite some time now. He was a soccer coach for the league. Yes, he was young, but this guy knew his soccer. Coach D left the building with plenty of time to get to the restaurant they had agreed on.
As he parked his van near the side entrance, Coach D was having second thoughts. Why would he think that this younger guy would even be interested in someone like him? Coach D was 45, 6'2", and 220, nothing special. Elijah had said that he had a nice smile, but then lots of people had told him that. Nevertheless, Coach knew that there was the old saying, 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained,' so he walked in, and the waiter led him to a small table in the back. He ordered coffee.
He preferred Dr. Pepper, but they didn't carry it. As he was sitting there thinking about Elijah, he glanced up and noticed that he was walking his way. Coach D fell in love. Elijah was wearing a tight t-shirt. Both men smiled, and Elijah sat right down and said, "I'm glad to finally meet you."
"So am I." Coach D knew instantly that he wanted to be close friends with this guy.
Elijah looked at Coach D and felt that he wanted to get to know him better. Elijah asked if he had any problem with finding the place?
"Nope. I knew right where it was."
They both smiled.
After ordering coffee and sitting and chatting for a few minutes, Elijah asked Coach if he wanted to go back to his place for a while and just hang out.
"You bet. I'll follow you."
Elijah got up, and Coach grabbed the check and proceeded to the door. After getting in his car, Elijah thought that it would probably be nice to have some fun, but he also knew that Coach was not really his type.
Coach D was following Elijah in his van and was thinking the same thing. 'I know I'm not his type, I bet, but I would sure like to get to see that hot body naked.'
As they approached the apartment complex, Coach D tried to remember the last time he had actually had sex. It was a long time ago; that much he could remember.
As they walked up the stair towards Elijah's apartment, Coach could smell the sweet smell coming from the hot man in front of him. Elijah stopped to unlock the door, and Coach leaned forward to try to drink in his scent. As the door opened, Elijah said, "Come on in D."
Once they were inside, Elijah offered Coach a pop, and as he walked away to get it, Coach studied the hot body walking towards the kitchen. Elijah came back with a 20 oz of Dr. Pepper and a smile on his face. "Bet you thought I forgot what you like to drink."
"Well, to be honest, I'm amazed that you went out of your way to get it."
"Nope. No problem at all D."
Elijah sat right down next to D... who was very nervous. He looked at Elijah, and they just stared at one another for a long time before Elijah spoke first.
"D, you know I like what you write, but to be honest, you're really not my type."
D looked down at the floor... realizing that he was right all along.
But then Elijah said, However... we could be friends and maybe have some fun together."
The look on D's face said it all. He leaned in, and their lips met. D knew right away that he was right, those lips were like candy. As the kissing continued, D put his hand on Elijah's calf and loved the feel of those strong legs. Elijah felt the hand and thought that this was going to be a real fun night. D raised his hand to Elijah's chest and felt the abs that he had seen in the pic. They looked even better in person. He lowered his hand and slid it back up inside the shirt to find Elijah's left nipple. It was already hardening, and he wanted to suck and nibble it with a fury. Elijah moaned when he felt D's hand tweaking his nipple. D moved his lips from Elijah's and moved them over to his neck. Elijah leaned his head back to give D all the room he needed.
D leaned forward... taking his shirt off... and watched Elijah do the same. He had his first look at those great nipples and that fine chest. He was consumed with deep lust. He moved over closer to Elijah and started to lick and nibble the left nipple. Man, was it ever hard! He moved over to the right one and found it already hardening, but he planned on getting it much harder. He then moved his nose closer to Elijah's arm pit and smelled the sweet tanginess he knew he would find there. Elijah pulled D over onto the couch, and D went willingly.
D could feel the hardness in Elijah's shorts. He moved down the couch to Elijah's belly button and then licked and kissed the fine hairs that disappeared into those tented shorts. He moved down further and stuck his face right onto the bulge and breathed deeply. He knew that this would be a dream come true. If he was given the chance, he knew he would do anything to please Elijah.
Elijah pulled D up a little and said, "Hey, you want to move someplace more comfy?" D just smiled and rose up. He stuck out his hand to Elijah as he rose. D turned him around and drew his new friend into his arms. Elijah then led D down the hall to a small bedroom and closed the door. D took off his shirt and Elijah latched on to one of D's nipples. D was almost knocked off balance by the shear joy he felt as he ran his hands through Elijah's hair. He was moaning with every nibble. D loved to have his nipples teased, but they were way too sensitive for biting. Elijah rose up and pulled D over towards the bed. D swung him around and dropped to his knees. He wanted to see what Elijah was hiding in those tented shorts. He put his fingers in the waistband and slowly lowered them. He made sure to pull out the front to make room for what was hiding there. What popped out was 8 inches of nice cut prime beef. D would not have cared if it were only 5 inches. It was Elijah's, and that's all that mattered.
He leaned in and licked the tip to catch the drop of pre- cum that was starting to flow, only to hear Elijah draw in a sharp breath through his teeth. D was hooked at the first taste... so sweet and so nice. He licked the sides of that tool and then opened his mouth and took it as far as he could... only to solicit another sharp breath from Elijah.
Then D stood up, kissed Elijah and started striping off his own clothes as Elijah got up on the bed. Elijah watched as D dropped his shorts and was looking right into D's six and half inch cut cock.
D moved to the foot of the bed and crawled up until his face was right above Elijah's cock. He leaned in and took it and licked it to get it all wet. Then he took it deep and pulled such suction on it that Elijah thought he would pop any second. D moved down and started sucking and licking the nice bag and two heavy balls that were inside. Hoping that Elijah could come at least twice, he already had plans on what he wanted to do.
D slid over towards the left side of Elijah's nuts and started to lick in the one place that most gay men forget about -- the place where the leg meets the groin. He was hot for this young guy. He lifted Elijah's legs towards his chest and went right after that pink rose bud. D had not rimmed many people before, but the fresh boy smell was intoxicating. He licked and tongued that fine, almost hairless, hole for what seemed like an hour, and all the time Elijah was just squirming. Elijah had to stop D. He felt himself starting to boil over, and he didn't want to cum just yet.
So Elijah told D to turn around... that he wanted to have some fun as well. D moved into the classic 69 position, and Elijah did his best to do what D had been doing for him. Elijah, after a few minutes, went right after D's raised bud like it was the last thing he was ever going to get to eat. D was just loving it. After only about five minutes, D said, "Elijah, I want us to fuck, but I only bottom. I hope you're not upset with that. Will you fuck me?"
Elijah only smiled and reached over to the nightstand and produced a condom and lube.
D looked at Elijah and said, "I hope you use a lot of that, It's been a long time."
Elijah only smiled and told D to lie down on his back. D was really going to like this because that was his favorite position. He did as Elijah asked, and Elijah took some lube and inserted a finger in to D... slowly moving it around. Then he added some lube and slowly inserted another finger. Now he had two fingers and was slowly working them in and out of D. D loved ever minute of it. When Elijah pulled his fingers out, D already missed them and their feeling.
Elijah added a little more lube and added a third finger and was fingering D with a passion as he slipped the condom on his own throbbing member. He added lube to his cock, and, once it was good and lubed, he positioned himself between D's legs. D raised his legs as far as he could to give Elijah an easy target to hit. After some slight adjustment, Elijah could feel the head of his cock right on the rose bud he was looking for. As the head popped in, D took a sharp breath, and Elijah stopped to let D become used to the large tool.
When D nodded, Elijah slowing added a couple inches at a time until he was all the way in. He waited a few seconds for D to get used to the full feeling then slowly withdrew until just the head was still in. Then just as slowly pushed further until he was fully in. They both started to try to meet in the middle -- Elijah sliding in and out, and D trying to meet his downward thrusts. D was in heaven, and the look on Elijah's face was just as good.
Then Elijah leaned forward and started to really go at it at a good pace, and D loved every minute of in. D was rubbing Elijah's chest and playing with those fine nipples. Elijah could feel himself getting close and told D that he was. D only said, "Well then, fuck me harder. I want to feel it good."
Before long, Elijah started really pounding furiously into D. He knew he would only last a few more seconds. He also knew that he didn't want to hurt D. But, to the contrary, D's eyes were transfixed on Elijah's eyes with a look of complete adoration.
Elijah started grunting, "I'm... I'm... getting... so close!" and D started to clamp down to increase the pressure he was applying to the cock that was fucking him deeper that anyone had ever done before.
Elijah was now gasping for breath, and then D reached up and began to twist both nipples, and said "God, Elijah, you feel so GOOD in me. OH MAN! YOUR BIG COCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!"
That was all it took! As D's hands began racing up and down on his back, the electrical surge began deep inside Elijah and raced up his loins. He began to shudder all over, and, with a last final lunge into the depths of D's hole, he started shooting rapid-fire. Again and again, the searing heat shot from him... and yet his body continued it's wild ride. He was ramming in and out of D as if his life depended on it. Then with a final plunge, he bottomed out in D's hot slippery hole... and stayed there.
By the time he was through, Elijah must have shot at least seven volleys of his hot juices before collapsing on top of D... and was now trying to get his breath back.
D and Elijah rested for a few minutes, and Elijah's cock eventually slipped out without making a sound. He pulled the rubber off, and D got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he had a warm wash cloth. He proceeded to clean up Elijah as well. When he was done, he reached down and began to gently rub and play with Elijah's balls and cock.
He was softly talking to Elijah, telling him, "I don't know how I can ever thank you. That was the best I have ever had."
Elijah asked him, "With all the young guys that you coach, you have never fooled around with any of them?"
D had to admit that he had never fooled around with any of the younger guys he coached. Of course he would see them naked while in the locker room, but he never even thought about it. He had a position of authority and didn't use that to his own advantage. He did, however, confess that some of the guys had entered into his fantasy while jacking off, but he felt that they were totally off limits as far as 'real life' was concerned.
D explained to Elijah that when he was 17 and a junior in high school, he and his only other lover, Tim, had found each other. All throughout high school and college, they were totally with each other and no one else. They were planning on moving in together and live together forever. But a drunk driver killed Tim before they could accomplish that.
Elijah was struck by the fact that D was so open to him about his life. And he told D this. D only responded, "Well why not? We're friends. And besides, I do get lucky sometimes. I have a few gay friends that I know and trust."
As they were talking, Elijah was starting to get hard again. D was hoping that he would. He leaned down the bed and took Elijah's cock in his mouth and was giving him a Class-A blowjob. It didn't take long before Elijah told him, "I'm getting close... real close."
That only made D work that much harder at what he was doing. Breathlessly, Elijah warned him again, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cummm," and D only continued with increasing speed. Elijah started to jump and thrash about... his hands clawing at the sheets, and finally he yelled, "UNHHH...UNHHH!" and D held on and sucked. He was determined to get all he could get from this young stud. And now his mouth was full to nearly overflowing, and yet he swallowed it all... again and again and again.
When Elijah finally laughed and told D, "Hey, stop. It is getting too sensitive," D came back up the bed and kissed him. Elijah could taste his own cum in D's mouth, and he had to admit to himself, he tasted delicious!
D eventually pulled off Elijah and started to get dressed. Elijah looked puzzled. "Where are you going?"
"I just thought I'd go and leave you to get some sleep. But I want you to know that, for me, this has been a dream come true. And I'd very much like to do it again, but don't say 'yes' right now. E-mail me. You know the addy. I'll be there, OK?"
After D was dressed, he leaned down and kissed Elijah on the lips first, then on the forehead and ran his fingers thought his fine hair and just looked into his eyes smiled and said, "I hope I'll see you later... maybe."
As D was driving home, he knew that no matter how long he lived, that this would be a night he would never forget.
Sorry if this one was a little long, I needed to do something for a friend. Elijah, I hope that was good enoughom.