Just Getting Started_0 by Robby_SR – A Riveting Gay Sex Story Unveiling the Passionate Beginnings of Lustful Encounters
A gay adult story: Just Getting Started_(0) by Robby Sr ,
A fiction Gay story. If you don’t like gay stories, don’t read it. If you like gay stories – read it!
JUST GETTING STARTEDBY ROBBY SR.
It seems no matter how much, or what other kind of noise is going on at any time on the field – the coach’s whistle will cut right through it. It did this time, too, and as expected, everyone came to a standstill.
“All right, guys!” coach shouted. “That’s it for today. Hit the showers!” Coach spun around and walked away toward his office without a backward glance at the guys.
Normally, this was a fun time for Willy. Normally, he loved running off the field with his team-mates; peeling off their shirts as they ran, the rough housing and horsing around in the locker room, stripping down bare ass naked, swinging dicks all over the place, soccer thighs and bubble butts glistening with sweat and smeared dirt or mud. He really loved joining the guys in the shower, watching their hands run all over their hot bods while they washed, and wishing he could help them out. The only down side of the whole thing was having to concentrate on keeping his own dick soft lest he let on just how much fun he was having.
Normally, that’s how it happened.
Today, though, Willy was subdued. He barely noticed the guys walking naked right in front of him; so close he could smell their sweat and almost jerk his head and catch a dick in his mouth. He barely answered the guys who told him he did good. ‘Yeah,’ he thought. ‘All I did was run up and down the fucking stairs of the stadium. A damn baby could do that!’ He peeled his socks off and tossed them into his locker. His shorts and jock strap followed. He grabbed his soap and padded into the shower without looking at anyone.
As the water soaked his hair and ran down his body, he thought back to the time before he got where he was today. Today he was only the “new guy,” but a few months ago he was about to graduate high school, and was the star soccer player. Back then he didn’t have to put up with proving himself because he’d done that a long time ago. He could go out on the field and practice as hard as the other guys, and get just as dirty. He played hard – both on and off the field – and had a blast with the guys at the after game parties.
And he could go see his boyfriend anytime he wanted.
He wasn’t completely sorry about the situation as a whole. He felt good about himself when the assistant coach came from the university to offer him a full scholarship to get an education, and play soccer at the college level. His parents beamed with pride when the coach had dinner with them all, and told his folks all they wanted to know about the school and their academic programs, as well as their sports records.
His name was Dale Edwards, or Coach Edwards at school, but he insisted that Willy and his folks call him Dale. Willy liked Dale. Not only because he was offering Willy a scholarship, but because he genuinely seemed like a nice guy. He was in his late 20’s, had recently completed his training in education, and landed a position at the university as an assistant coach. Part of his job was to scout out the state’s high school soccer players with talent and try to recruit them. Willy got the idea that Dale really meant it when he said he didn’t have to look at Willy twice. Also, Dale was hot!!
Willy kept a raging boner hidden in his pants at the dinner table while he sat next to Dale. He tried to stay calm, but it didn’t help that Dale kept reaching over to clap Willy’s shoulder, or pat his thigh under the table, or horse around with him like jocks do.
Dale stood a few inches over six feet, and his shoulders were almost wide enough to make him turn sideways a bit to walk through a door. He had close cropped, light blonde hair, and was clean shaven. His upper arms seemed to be the same size as Willy’s thighs, and it seemed it didn’t matter what Dale wore: anyone could tell what a fantastic body he had. It was obvious he’d broken his nose a couple times and most likely reset it himself. He had a couple of small scars on his right cheek and another just above his left eye. Willy thought it only made him look more rugged and masculine, more manly. Willy was thinking that Marines probably wished they could look that good. Dale’s fingers were bare – showing that he was single. He wondered how long it would be before he could see Dale naked.
Well, that was a few months ago. Today none of that mattered. Willy stood under the shower and thought about his boyfriend, Brian. Brian had just started college too, but his school was about a 12 hour drive away. Neither Brian nor Willy were out to anyone, and everyone thought they were just best friends.
That last summer after high school they spent every minute they could together. They would go to each others’ houses, or to the beach, or out in the country. When they were alone, they were naked. Sometimes they would almost rip each other’s clothes off and just have a nice healthy fuck, and other times they would spend hours making love, with their bodies sliding over each other, tongues, fingers, dicks and toes touching, feeling, licking, sucking, kissing. They were both versatile, so they simply did whatever they were in the mood to do to each other. If angels really did sing at each orgasm, they would all have been hoarse by the end of that summer.
But now summer was over. Only last week Brian and Willy had to say goodbye to each other. They didn’t break up, but they did have to at least split up. They knew that they were both teenagers and horny as hell, and knew better than to expect each other to pretend otherwise, and each gave the other permission to play around with other guys. Billy wasn’t sure how serious he or Brian was about it, and it didn’t really help the end of summer, but it did help with what happened next.
Willy finished his shower and turned off the water. As the noise from the spray quieted down, he noticed just how quiet the whole room was. He looked around, and was surprised to see that all the other guys had left, and he was alone. He didn’t even notice that they had all dressed and left. The slamming lockers and usual jock banter had gone right past him.
He padded over to his locker, sat on the bench, and slowly dried himself. He wasn’t really looking forward to anything. He didn’t feel like going out with the guys and he didn’t feel like going out by himself. He didn’t feel like going out at all. The semester only started a few days ago and he didn’t have much homework to worry about. He figured he’d just go back to his room and send Brian an e-mail. Or, maybe if his room mate wasn’t there, he’d give Brian a call and maybe get some phone sex in. . .
“If you looked up ‘depressed’ in the dictionary – your picture would be there!” the voice said.
“Huh?” Willy was startled. His head snapped up and his eyes focused. Coach Edwards was walking toward him. Willy simply froze and sat naked on the bench with his towel draped across one thigh and watched Coach. Now that school had officially started, he wasn’t Dale anymore, but “Coach” or “Coach Edwards.”