0 comments/ 53975 views/ 0 favorites Football Season By: AXLaws Well folks it is football season again, time for a predator such as myself to put my boy in the local little league. While he is learning to hit in his game, I will be on the sidelines doing some hitting of my own. During the third practice the team mom (Titillating Tina) was asking for volunteers to work the concession stand. Trying to seem as though I am not interested in working the stand, but not wanting this beauty to move on, I relent and set my time and day hoping to work along side this Goddess. She is 28 to 30 years old with a body that says I LOVE SEX! Her hair is a dirty blonde and well styled. Glowing green eyes, that stare straight into your soul. She is wearing a thin cotton t-shirt, her ample breasts not restricted by a bra, her beautiful nipples visible through the thin material, the shorts she has on are of the Daisy Duke type and not leaving much to the imagination, except imagining them hitting the floor. Her voice carries a certain authority in it, she has been down this road before. I asked who would be helping me during my incarceration in the concession stand, she informed me to my dismay it would be another mother. I was sick to my stomach when she introduced me to her. Her name says it all - Fran, grossly overweight, pimpled face, hair almost totally gray, thank God she was wearing a very large smock, to cover her rolls of fat. When Saturday came, my boy excited to play his game was ready to go, I reluctantly took him to the game, knowing what company I would be stuck with. When we arrived at the ball park, Tina came walking up to my truck, informed me FRAN was ill and would not be there, talk about relief, but then it sunk in I may have to work the stand alone. I entered the stand and began setting it up, the front door opens, reinforcements have arrived I hear. Turning quickly my eyes meeting Tina's, a smile appears on my face. Tina asks, "glad to see me"? My reply, "the relief is indescribable"! As the day progressed, we talked about her divorce, our kids, every topic a person could think of, she is very easy to talk to, that is if you are able to concentrate on the conversation and not her sweet smell or curvaceous body. Looking at the clock, I realized it was 4:30 p.m., the last game ended at 3:15. We hadn't had a customer in over an hour. We agreed it was time to finish up and get out of there. As we walked around cleaning and putting the candy up, I brushed up against her tight ass as often as possible. We began to horseplay like a couple of kids, I threw some water on her, gluing her shirt to her bra-less tits. My what a sight! In retaliation she grabbed a spoonful of Nacho Cheese sauce and flipped it at me, hitting me in the face and neck, I said alright now you have to clean this mess off me. Stepping up toe to toe with me in a very seductive voice, "My Pleasure" she stated. Tina began to kiss me, I had waited for this since last practice. I quickly became the aggressor, I thrust my tongue in her mouth, she sucked on it like there was no tomorrow. I removed her wet tee shirt, her breasts were perfect, nipples erect, taking one in my mouth, she moaned "Oh yes". Circling around this delicious morsel, I moved to the other, her hands held my head like a vise. Unsnapping her shorts, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud, I removed her lacy underwear to envision a pussy of perfection. I lifted her up on the table, placed one leg on each shoulder, I continued my assault on her breasts, moving slowly down to her mound, kissing the inside of each thigh I felt her body quiver, my tongue gently touched her sweetness, wow she tastes fantastic, was my instant thought. My tongue began darting in and out of her honey hole and she came in a heap, convulsing and clamping down on my head, I lapped up every drop I could muster. After a few seconds she composed herself, grabbing my manhood, stroking me every so gently, she said "I need you, please fuck me". With that I entered her and trying to hold back as much as possible, I slowly began to slide in and out of her passion, she grabbed my ass and said FUCK ME NOW. I began to slam it as hard as I could, her beauty beyond comprehension brought me to an orgasm quickly. She was so tight my penis softening actually made a light pop when it fell out of her. We relaxed in each others arms for a few minutes before getting dressed. My comment brought a laugh to both of us as I said, "I will never look at nachos the same again!" Football Season Mary had had enough, Jay and Dan watched football together on Monday night, Thursday night, and twice on Sunday. She was tired of being ignored. She had tried watching with them but neither one took the time to explain anything and it was all so complicated. For two years now, she had put up with it from her husband and his brother. Now she was going to do something about it. The pre-game show was on for Monday night football and she had the snacks and chips ready, and beer in the fridge. Tonight she was going to start her own game within the game. She took a deep breath, picked up the snack tray, and walked out of the kitchen wearing nothing but heels, thigh high stockings, and an apron. Dan was going to get the shock of his life and Jay was going to get the view of his. She was going to get some attention or die trying. They were arguing over which team was the best and who had the better quarterback. She bent over and sat the tray down on the coffee table. Her ass was pointed directly at Jay in the recliner and her breasts swayed close to her husband's face where he sat on the edge of the couch. It was suddenly completely quiet in the living room except for the commentators on the TV. Her husband's mouth hung open with a chip from the tray frozen in time just inches from his face. His eyes were on her breasts. She glanced over her shoulder at her brother. He was frozen much the same way but without the chip. His eyes were riveted on her bare and exposed ass and sex. She looked back at her husband as she took a little half step to the side and fiddled with the chip bowls and dip. Mary was quivering with fear and excitement as she straightened up, turned, and walked over to stand in front of the TV. She stood with her back to the two men for a moment and then turned around. Slowly she untied the apron and tossed it aside. Standing naked in front of her husband in the middle of the living room would have been good but his brother being there it was outrageous. Dan closing his mouth was her cue to get on with it, to keep charge of what was going to happen. She looked him dead in the eyes and smiled. "As you know Dan, I have the oral fixation." She glanced at Jay and added, "That means I love to suck dick." Looking back at her husband she went on, "To make the games more interesting in general and for me in particular, there will be some new rules. You two will pick teams at the start of each game. I will be naked all during the game, so be careful who you invite over to watch." She took a second to spread her feet wider apart. She caressed her breasts with one hand, while the other hand rubbed slowly up and down over her pussy. A shiver ran up and down her body from her brazenness and the feel of her hands. "Pick your teams well, because whoever has the lead will get their dick sucked until the other team scores and takes the lead. At that point I switch dicks." "Mary! What the fuck—" Dan started to say. Mary cut him off. "Shut up Dan. It's either this or I'm going out somewhere and get fucked every time there is a game on. And you know that will lead to a divorce because sooner or later I'll find someone who won't let me leave." Dan had a shocked look on his face as he slumped back on the couch. Mary smiled at him and said, "I love you, but enough is enough." "I'll give up watching football," Dan blurted out hastily. "No. No, you won't. You love football and would end up hating me if I let you do that. My solution will work best. You two get to watch football together and I get to suck dicks to my hearts content." She looked over at Jay. "Have you got any problem with me sucking your dick?" Jay shook his head quickly and firmly, as he said, "No, no problem at all." He looked over at Dan. "As long as you have no problem brother, neither do I." Dan hemmed and hawed a moment and then shook his head. "It looks like I have no choice." "You have all the choice in the world Danny Lee. You can giver me what I want and need or you can lose me. It's a simple choice," Mary said, her hands going to her hips. Dan looked at his wife and knew when she was getting mad. "Yes, dear. I understand the choices believe me. I just wish it hadn't come down to this. I wish you had said something to me about your being unhappy." "I'm not unhappy, I'm tired of being bored and ignored." "Uh, what about half time?" Jay asked to break the tension building between his brother and sister. "I've thought about that but I haven't decided yet. I have two things in mind." "What two things?" Dan asked. "The first thing I thought of was that the one of you who has the leading team can have a sweet, juicy, half time snack and believe me, sucking a dick does make me juicy." "And the second?" Her husband asked. "I can sit and I do mean sit on the leaders lap during the half time show." "Why don't you give us a choice each time." Jay suggested. "That would work," Mary said looking at her husband for an objection. He chewed on his lower lip for a second and then asked, "What about the end of the game. What does the winner get?" "That should be easy to figure out," Mary said with a big grin. "Only thing is, to be fair, I think the loser should get a blowjob until he comes in my mouth." "Fair to who?" Dan asked, his temper flaring. Mary stared him straight in the eye and said, "Why me, of course." ***** By the time, the Super Bowl rolled around Mary was one very satisfied and happy wife. To celebrate the end of the season she planned something new. Instead of the winner fucking her and the losing getting a blowjob, she was changing it slightly. The winner got to fuck her ass while the loser fucked her pussy or visa versa. Either way she won. She had always wanted to try double penetration and here was the perfect opportunity. She also had some important and exciting news for her husband. She was pregnant after five years of marriage and with twins to boot. Football Season CH. 1 The field was hot and dry today as I watched the team take their positions at first down. I stood off field next to the bench where I could see the players the best. I scanned for any flaws in their form and stances. When the ball was hiked I watched the QB make the hand-off to the running back perfectly, no fumbles this time. Our linemen held their ground and the defense didn't see the running back get through: a job well done for first offense, but a pretty shitty job for the defense. I looked down at my note pad and scribbled some pointers then looked out over the field where the running back was performing a short victory dance. I smiled to myself. I remembered this play perfectly from my junior year. Only then, I was the running back and even though we lost the regionals that year, this play let us score the last touchdown of the season in style. But that was then. Now, I stood on the sidelines and corrected my alma mater's mistakes as their assistant coach. The head coach, Logan Dane, Coach Logan in my day, stood about twenty yards ahead of me. He was yelling corrections at the team which is why I didn't even bother. He was an amazing coach, he led us to State championships my senior year. I was benched that game, but man what a game. Coach Logan was always a very understanding coach. I had been benched that game due to some "transgressions" during school hours. Which was of course complete bullshit. The only transgression I was guilty of was giving my principal the finger when he attempted to shut down my school's Day of Silence rally. It wasn't much of a rally, considering we were all wearing duct tape over our mouths and handing out gay and straight symbol shaped cookies. That didn't matter though. Not in this town. Practice was over now and the team was in final huddles. Coach Logan sauntered over to me absolutely beaming. "Briar, did you see that last play? Did you see it?" I smiled at his rough voice. It reminded me of my dad's but it was somehow smoother and seemed to warm my insides in a way I knew only too well. "Yeah, I saw it," I replied. "Just like Rosenberg all over again." "Whooo. Hell yeah, that was a good night and you were amazing! Watching your ass take off down midfield, completely untouchable." He continued to chuckle and lifted his hat and slapped it against his boots, knocking off some of the grass from the field. I couldn't help but get a little red around the ears when he mentioned watching my ass. He turned then to look back at the team. "They're in good form this year. We might go all the way. We may even take out Houston High on our way." That's where I am from by the way, Houston, Texas. At least that is what any map would show you. I'm actually from a small town just south of Houston called Cinco. I know, dumb name but whatever. Everyone around here calls this place Houston, even though it's as far from cultural civilization as you can get. "Well, I better go take the team up to the showers." Logan said. "Can you grab the leftover equipment?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, Coach." He smiled again, this time wide and his white teeth gleamed against his sun weathered face. "Briar, you're my assistant coach now. Call me Logan." He put his large, rough hand on my shoulder and then turned to leave. I watched him go. Coach Logan, was maybe early thirties. I remembered hearing about him playing for our team when I was still in elementary school. By the time I reached high school, he had graduated from college and was filling the same position I currently was. Even though his glory days were over, Logan always worked out with the team and from what glimpses I had caught of him in the locker room, he resembled an NFL quarterback: large muscular arms, ripped abs, and a taut ass. I had never had the pleasure of seeing the kind of manhood a man like that wielded. But I could definitely imagine it. I was brought out of my daydream by the sight of Chad Barkley, our water boy, running up to me from across the field. I silently cursed myself for standing around instead of looking busy like I should have been. Chad was president of our schools GSA and he has had a huge crush on me since I was a freshmen and he a middle school student. Something about a gay sports star in our town really got to people. Chad was the worst. He was cute enough I supposed, just not my type. My eyes glanced toward Logan's form one last time as he finished the walk up the school grounds and out of my sight. "Briar," I heard Chad breathe loudly. "What's up Chad?" I asked without looking at him. I bent over and began picking up some helmets and an extra set of pads left by the players. "Well, I've been meaning to talk to you this past week. Just never seemed like the right time." "Oh really?" I asked, feigning innocence. I had been on the lookout for Chad the past few weeks because Fall formal was just around the corner and I knew seniors would be starting to pair off in preparation. Our school had lifted their same sex couple ban in my senior year and I had gone with my boyfriend at the time. Now, I was single and even though I was out of high school and now entering my junior year of college, seniors at Cinco High were allowed to bring older "guests" if they had signed permission from their parents. So I knew what had been on Chad's mind for the past few weeks but I simply wasn't interested. "What did you want to talk about?" I dared ask. "Well, as you know, Fall formal is coming up," Here it comes, I thought. "And I was wondering if maybe you would do me the honor of being my date." I frowned. Curse him for asking so respectably. It would certainly make me an ass to turn him down after that. I sighed. "Look Chad, I-" "You don't have to kiss me or even be interested in me in that way," he stressed the word rather uncomfortably, "it's just, there aren't many options for people like... well for people like us, ya' know? And I thought, seeing as we both represent the team this year, maybe we could go together to inspire some patriotism." He gulped as he finished the last word. I turned and studied him. He had very light blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. Not my thing but it was obvious to anyone he was a looker. He had his hands tightly clasped behind him but I could tell he was shaking. I wondered if it had really been my evasiveness that had taken him this long or if he had just failed to muster the courage till now. I sighed again and looked away from his puppy dog blue eyes. "Well, when you put it that way. Shoot, all right Chad I'll go with you." I scarcely had time to look up at him before his face lit up like Christmas had suddenly come early. "You will? Really you will Briar? Ah man, that would be... well that would be awesome!" I rolled my eyes but smiled in spite of myself. "Look," he said "I have a planning committee in ten minutes but I will call you tonight and give you more details on plans and such." He hugged me, awkwardly, and then took off running toward the school. I shook my head and then started walking up myself. * * * When I finally got to the locker room, almost everyone else had already cleared out. There was one or two stragglers getting dressed but the showers were free. I don't like showering with the team. Never did. As welcome as the team always made me feel about my preferences, I'm just too shy a person to put myself in that situation. I opened my locker and took off my clothes, grabbed my towel and then continued into the showers. The other problem with showering together was just that- we showered together. The showers at my school were set much like the community showers you would find at a pool, all rowed side by side with no dividers and no screens. Just a pack of men all wet and soaped up together. Normally this would be a very exciting idea for me, but the reality was just so... demeaning. I turned the shower on and began soaping up. No one was in the locker room now so I took the time to admire myself in the floor to ceiling mirrors at the back of the shower room. Originally the mirrors were there so the coaches could keep an eye on the team for any "funny business." Now, they just served as vanity mirrors. Leisurely, I looked myself over. My hair was brown and short, though I had enough to work with when I went out to the clubs in Houston. My face was soft and boyish. I've been told before that my eyes are "intense," whatever that means. I had full nice lips, I supposed, and clear, slightly bronzed skin. My face was altogether average. Though I got way more looks from girls and guys then I had ever expected. Especially at the beach. I looked down at my body. If there was anything I had to be proud of, I could be proud of that. I was a running back after all. My legs were ripped and strong and so were my arms. My body wasn't very muscular overall but what it lacked in mass it made up for in speed and agility. Sometimes, when I went out for my morning run, I imagined myself running with a herd of animals. Some days wolves and other days deer. My chest was naturally broad, which always made it look bigger than it was. Beneath my chest, I sported a six pack which came from hard work and good eating. I turned then to look at my ass. My running back days consisted of many wall sits, sprints, and squats which had sculpted me a set of ass cheeks like none other. When I pinched them together, the sinews of muscle rippled beneath my skin perfectly. Such a shame. I thought. One minor reason I had been avoiding Chad was the small secret that I had not gotten laid in almost two years. Between school and coaching, I just didn't have the time to get myself down to the clubs to find myself a good man. I was worried that if the moment arose I wouldn't be able to perform for him. I may have concerns about performing for Chad, but I knew there was a man I could perform for every time. Logan rushed into my mind's eye and I closed my eyes to better picture him before me. I imagined what it would be like to perform for him. I saw myself running my fingers across his perfectly sculpted chest, feeling the strength of his arms. I could imagine how it would feel for him to press me tightly against his body. I rested my forehead against the wall and let myself sink deeper into the fantasy. I could almost feel his rough hands caressing my tight muscles, picture my lips trailing up his chest and neck till my eyes met his. He put a single finger under my chin and began slowly lifting my mouth to his. I could smell his aftershave and I wanted more than anything to taste him... "Briar?" A deep voice cut right through my thoughts and I jumped in place, nearly slipping across the floor. "Shit!" I managed to choke out. Luckily I had been facing the wall at such an angle that even with the mirrors to my right it was impossible for anyone to see my now, rock hard cock throbbing between my legs. "Uhhh..." was all I could manage to utter. "You ok? You look like you're about to pass out." I recognized the voice then and I felt my entire body go red and flushed from utter embarrassment. "Yeah, Coach, I'm fine. Just had a dizzy spell is all." I didn't dare turn to look at him. "Well, if you're sure. I'll be in my office if you need anything...and I told you its Logan now." I heard his footsteps grow faint and then I relaxed. Stupid fuck; I cursed at myself. How could I forget where I was? If a student had walked in and seen me flying full mast I would have lost my job and been slapped with a lawsuit so fast my head really would be spinning. I turned the cold water on and took a few deep breaths before leaving the shower room. After getting dressed I headed out toward the parking lot to make the short trip home, only to find Coach Logan waiting by my truck. "Hey Briar," he said as I approached. "You feeling better?" "Yeah, Co-," he raised an eyebrow. "I mean, Logan. It was really nothing, just a small dizzy spell. Probably from the heat you know." He looked me up and down studying me. "Uh huh.." he finally said. Did he know? I wondered. "So, I heard it went well with Chad today after practice..." I opened my mouth, but I had no words to say. I was both shocked that he knew already and shocked that he cared to even discuss it. "Right," I stammered self-consciously. He smiled his wide grin again. The sight of those excellent supple lips framing perfectly white teeth sent warm spasms down my spine and into my groin. "He asked me if I thought it was a good idea and I sort of encouraged the thought." Gee thanks. I thought. "I see," was all I could say. He looked away then. Out toward the field and I could tell he had something else on his mind. I waited patiently, taking the time to admire how the fabric of his jeans was strained by the strength of his muscles underneath. He leaned back against my truck before saying, "I realized today that even though you have been my assistant coach for a few months now, we haven't spent much time outside of work getting to know one another." He glanced at me from under his hat and I got the impression he was suddenly a little uncomfortable. "So, I got to thinking maybe you'd like to get together this weekend at my place and toss back a few?" His dark eyes darted around like they didn't know what to look at. I myself was a little surprised. Logan had never approached me in this manner before. I wasn't quite sure how to react. "I think that would be, great." I said casually. He quickly raised his face to look at mine and I saw just the slightest hint of surprise on his face. "Ok then." He said, the smile returning to his beautiful face. "So, I will expect you around 7 tomorrow evening then?" He leaned forward away from my truck and side stepped around me. This put him in a very close proximity. It was both unnerving and exciting. I had to tilt my head a fraction of an inch to meet his gaze and put on the coolest smile I could muster. "Yeah, I'll be there." "Great!" He said and turned to walk away. Just as I was turning the key to open my door, I heard him say, "Oh, and bring a football. My dog has torn mine to shreds and it'd be great to throw a few around." This time I smiled wide and nodded. "Will do," was the last thing I said before closing my door and starting the ignition. CH. 2 "Oh wow, fuck yeah. Just like that. It feels amazing." I exhaled loudly and tightened my grip on the sheets. Opening my eyes I looked down to watch while Chad flicked the tip of my dick with his tongue. I felt my jaw fall open slightly at the sight. "God, you're good," I said smiling. In response Chad opened his mouth and captured my left ball with his teeth and sucked softly on it. A small spasm shot up my leg and into my groin. He continued to work, stroking my shaft with one hand and fingering my balls with the other. His tongue and hot lips left a wet, warm trail all along my length. The butterfly kisses were cute but I wanted his mouth to engulf me. I decided to give him a little nudge and placed my hand on the back of his head pressing down slightly. He gagged a little half down my rock hard shaft, but he seemed to relax and I soon felt the tip of my head touch the back of his throat. I felt his lips close around my base and he sucked hard while his tongue massaged every inch of me. Using both hands now he slowly caressed my balls and I couldn't help but let a whimper escape my throat. The feeling was so intense as his head moved up and down, so warm and wet. I let my head lull back against the head board and I closed my eyes relishing every sensation. As good as it felt I knew I wasn't going to cum. I needed more power, more ferocity and Chad wasn't giving me that. I thought about what would make me cum. Rough hands now fondled my balls, stronger and more skilled. They traced circles around my flesh leaving it burning in their wake. The pressure on my cock intensified and the mouth swallowing my shaft got hotter and filled with more desire. I opened my eyes to see thick brown hair between my legs. I watched as Logan lifted his head up and spread his perfect mouth in the sexiest grin I've ever seen. Without saying anything he wrapped those strong rough fingers around the end of my cock and massaged until I convulsed. Sliding down farther on the bed he used one impressively strong arm to prop up my ass and legs. The grin never leaving his lips he descended upon my ass and the thought of what he was about to do sent my mind spiraling out of control. I felt his warm, wet, powerful tongue pierce my asshole and flick side to side inside of me. I moaned so loud I thought for sure the neighbors would hear. His tongue then swirled around and inside my hole leaving me gasping for breath and wanting more. "Please..." I begged him. I reached for his thighs desperately wanting to feel them pressed against me. "Please!" I said again, more intensely this time. Logan smirked at me and grabbed my hand. Guiding me to his manhood I felt every inch of what he had to offer. His package was rock hard. Long and thick, I wasn't sure I'd be able to take it all in at once but I didn't care. I just wanted him inside of me. I gripped his shaft and he slowly brought it close to my asshole. I felt the hot tip meet my soft flesh and I knew any second he was going thrust it deep inside and because my hand was touching him I was going to get to feel every solid inch plunge into me. He glanced at my face once and then his hips pushed forward... I awoke abruptly, sitting straight up in bed. The first thing I noticed was the shrill ring of my cell on my night stand and my hand lazily fumbled for it. The next thing I noticed was how drenched I was. Sweat was pouring off of me like I'd just run 50 yards downfield. I hit the answer button on my phone and cleared my voice before saying, "Hi this is Briar." "Hey Briar! This is Chad how are you today?" I grabbed the bridge of my nose and attempted to rub the sleep from my eyes while I listened to Chad talk about his morning. I looked over at my nightstand to the clock and saw it was past 11. Damn I slept in. I thought. Chad continued to talk casually over the phone and I tried to listen in part but memories of the dream I'd been having crept into my mind. I tried to remember what Logan's tongue had felt like but with no real experience to go off of, the harder I tried the more it faded. "So I was wondering..." The sleepiness wore off and Chad's voice came through to my mind clear as a bell. "If you aren't busy today, maybe you would like to have dinner with me and we could talk and hang out?" Hang out? I thought. I had not "hung out" with anyone in a long while. I knew what it implied in this instance though and I wasn't really interested in taking my relationship (if you could call it that) with Chad any farther than just his date for the Fall formal. Luckily, I remembered I already had plans for the day. "Actually Chad, coach Logan invited me over to his place for dinner and some ball. So, I think I will have to pass today." "Oh I see. Well, that's cool. Maybe some other time then?" It annoyed me slightly that he didn't sound put off at all. I probably shouldn't have cared either way but it was soon becoming apparent that Chad was maybe a tad oblivious. "Sure, sure," I said. "Ok, sounds good. I will call you then later this week ok?" "All right, have a good day Chad." I spent most of the afternoon exercising outside. I went for a relaxing jog and then hit the free weights hard. I wanted to look good before I went over to Logan's for dinner. I had to do some searching but I was able to wrestle an old football out of the hectic mess I had in the back of my garage. It was a little rundown from lots of use but it was still balanced and held air well enough. It would do. Football Season The actual trip to Logan's house is a relatively short one. I didn't need directions, we had both lived in this small town our whole lives and everyone knew where each other lived. Logan lived in a small country home off of a dirt road across town. The road itself is unmarked, instead a group of mailboxes, indicating the addresses of everyone who lived down that road, stood at the very beginning. One of them had "Dane" written across it in bold letters and I followed the road until I came upon his house. His driveway was also unpaved and it was lined with old pines hiding most of the property from view. I pulled in and immediately halted the truck. There was a red car in the driveway. It was decorated with black racing stripes and the convertible top was pulled down. The model looked like a classic. I couldn't be sure of the make from this angle, but she was a beauty. I stepped out of my truck and walked up to the car. Some country radio station was playing on the radio pretty loudly and I now noticed the car was propped to one side. That's when I heard the singing. It was a deep baritone voice singing along to the music, though I couldn't quite tell where it was coming from. I walked around the car following the voice and finally saw a pair of legs poking out from under the car. I recognized them as Logan's right away. The way the fabric pulled at his full muscular thighs was a dead giveaway. His jeans were quite dirty and this was the first time I had seen him without shoes or socks. I cleared my throat as loud as I could to get his attention. Something metallic fell and hit the gravel with a loud pang. "Shit!" I heard him curse. I chuckled softly at his embarrassment of getting caught. He slid out from under the car and I swear, I was struck dumb for half a second. Logan was wearing a ridiculously tight, white V-neck that accentuated his broad pectorals perfectly. His strong arms were covered in grease and some of it even decorated parts of his face. His thick brown hair had curl to it that I had never noticed before, probably because he usually wore a hat while coaching. When he caught sight of me, those sinful lips, that I immediately remembered doing terrible things to me in my dream that morning, spread wide into a handsome grin. His entire appearance left me dazed. "Briar! Hi! Shit I am sorry I must have lost track of time. I opened up my baby here just for a quick brake change but you know how it is working on cars. The time kinda gets away from you." He stood very quickly and brushed himself off. Dirt and dust jumped of his chest and stomach leaving the shirt clinging to the muscles underneath. "Umm... Yeah," I managed to get out, breaking myself out of my daze. "My pa and I used to work on his together." I examined the car more closely. "Is this a Chevelle?" "Mhmm..." he confirmed. He glanced at me from the side of his eyes and I could tell he was now grading me on my knowledge of machinery. "Red Chevelle... Super Sport... Obviously convertible..." I walked around to the driver side and he followed close behind me. I reached in and lifted the release lever for the hood. Then walked to the front and raised it open to check the engine. "Clearly an older model, I'd say a '72 at least, well maintained though." Finished with my assessment, I turned around and was suddenly aware of his close proximity. He however, didn't seem to notice and just reached around me to close the hood. "Very good. It's actually a 71' but you were close." He gave me a look of approval before continuing. "Enough about my obsessions though, why don't you come inside and I'll get cleaned up before we kick back?" I nodded my approval and walked with him up to his house. The front had a porch as was typical in the south, and his was painted a deep green. The wood looked brand new, though that may have been just his good care. We walked through the front door and into his foyer. I could see the kitchen, back and to the left. There was a large sliding door that led out to a vast backyard. To my right, was the living area that had a small hall branching farther to my right, where I guessed the garage must connect. In front of us was a large staircase leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms must be. He turned around and said, "Well, this is home. There are beers in the fridge which you can help yourself to. I'm gonna go take a shower and change my clothes and I will meet you out back in ten. Ok?" I nodded my agreement and he took off up the stairs. I walked out back, beer in hand, to take in the full view of the backyard. There was a small pond, about 50 yards straight back from where I stood. The rich green grass was cut low and the whole yard was surrounded by large, old oak trees. It reminded me of the yard my family used to have when I was little. Back when my father was still alive. There was a set of lawn chairs with a sun umbrella between them and I sat down relaxing and thinking of that time. Pa and I used to play catch together every afternoon, rain or shine. Those were the best times of the day. I gazed out to the center of the lawn and one such time rushed back to me. I was young, maybe 8 or 9. Pa had already taught me to catch and throw a football but my age limited me. He had thrown a long pass. Too long really, but that didn't stop me from trying to catch the darn thing. Amazingly, I caught up to the ball, but my timing was off and when I turned to catch it out of the air, the ball struck me square in the middle of the face, knocking me to the ground. I'd started crying before I'd even hit the ground, more out of embarrassment than pain, but at that age it didn't take much. I hadn't been sitting on the ground for more than a few seconds before my father's shadow blocked the sun from my eyes and I looked up at his face expecting disappointment. Instead he was smiling. "Ya, know son," he began, "its ok to cry, especially when we fall or fail. It hurts to fall. No doubt." He bent down to my level, the smile never leaving his face. "First we fall, we get hurt, and we cry a little. Then you know what we do?" I shook my head, too young to understand at the time. He stood up and held out one hand to help me up. "We get right back up and we keep playing." Instead of letting go of my hand he picked me up and put me on his shoulders and started running with me and the ball, going for the field goal. I laughed, my pain completely forgotten. "Something on your mind?" Logan's voice roused me from my daydream. "Huh?" I said looking up at him. He wore a light blue crew neck tee that still didn't hide his muscles very well, but left more to the imagination I suppose, and tan cargo jeans, though he still wore no shoes or socks. He seemed to notice my curiosity because he looked down at his feet. Chuckling he explained, "I like the feel of grass and dirt under my feet. There is nothing like running barefoot across a field or in the woods. Anyway, what were you thinking about, if you don't mind my asking?" I shook my head, "No, I don't mind. I was thinking about my pa and me playing ball together in a backyard like this one." I swept my hand across the view as I said this. "Oh yeah?" he responded in kind. "I love yards. Perfect place to raise kids." He took a swig of beer. I had not fingered him as a family man, but now that I did, it made me more attracted to him. I shifted in my seat, trying to get my bearings. Logan was gorgeous, this was true, but he was a guy like any other and I was starting to see him as more of a person and not just as 'my' sexy coach. Strangely enough, this gave me more confidence around him and I felt myself relax. We spent quite a bit of time talking after that. Where before I could hardly find my voice around him, now the words just tumbled out of me. I told him about my schooling and how I was studying French and was maybe considering a career teaching. He showed a surprising interest in what I had planned for myself. He then in turn, told me about his college days and what is was like to play college ball. I also learned that he had never been married, not even close, but had dreams of maybe raising a family someday. Even though I assumed he was straight, he never told me about any of his old flings, simply acknowledged that he dated quite a few people in college. When he was done explaining his lack of relationships it was my turn to put forth something to the conversation. "What about you? " He asked curiously. "What about me?" I responded with a grin. "Have you ever met anyone special? Any guys in your past that you wish hadn't gotten away?" I shrugged. "I wouldn't say that exactly." "Ahhhh... sounds like there's a story there." He took a swig of his second beer and leaned forward clearly intrigued. "Well, all right," I began, leaning in myself. "So, in my freshman year of college, I met a guy named John. We hit it off right away." His eyes flashed coolly and I thought I saw a little fire behind them. I continued on. "He was a senior, and I practically worshiped him. But he was a singer and piano performer, so his career came before anything else." Logan cocked his head, "How was he behind closed doors?" I blushed ever so slightly, and trying to ignore his unusual curiosity, I went on. "We were terrific. I mean the passion and the heat between us felt palpable, most days. But even that wasn't enough to make him see a future with me." "So what happened?" he asked. "We had a falling out," I said looking down at my drink. Shaking my head, I continued, "John was very proud but also very insecure. Our relationship was tumultuous at best." Logan squinted a bit as I spoke and I realized that he really was interested in the story. "He couldn't make up his mind about us, ya know? Like if we were something special or just another step on his journey to become a success." I paused to take a shallow sip and Logan nodded like he understood. "I take it he finally figured out what he wanted?" he asked. "Yup," I said shortly. "In the end, his career was the important thing and he left Texas for New York." I shrugged and put my now empty beer can on the ground. I watched Logan's face out of the corner of my eye as I did so and he frowned in response to the conclusion. He raised his beer and threw back the remaining contents and stood up. "Well I'd say it's about time we throw a few. What d'ya say?" He tapped me lightly on the chest before disappearing into the house. He returned a moment later holding the football I'd brought and smiled his wide smile. Not for the first time, I blushed in response to his charm. "All right, but these aren't your college years anymore and I bet I can run circles around you now." He winked, his smile never leaving his face. "Why don't you go long and we can test that theory." I laughed and stepped off the small porch we had been on. Without hesitation, I took off through the yard. I knew we had planned on tossing some ball so I had dressed appropriately. Running felt good and loose clothes did nothing to restrict my limbs. When I was about 30 yards out, I turned and was almost caught off guard by the sight of the ball sailing straight toward me. I opened my arms and it fell neatly into place. I turned around to see him beaming and he whistled and clapped his hands together to indicate I should throw it back. So I did. We stayed out in the yard just tossing the ball like that for over an hour. It was starting to get dark and I was honestly feeling a bit winded. Though to my credit I had done most of the running around, Logan on the other hand seemed content to keep throwing me hard catches. I caught his most recent low throw and jogged the ball back to him. "Getting a bit dark, might be time to call it." Logan peered over the yard to where the sun was going down behind the trees. "Yeah, looks like it." He agreed. We collected our beer cans and walked back into the house. After we had cleaned up I knew it was time to get going and Logan was kind enough to walk me out to my truck. "This was great Briar. I am really glad to have gotten to know you a bit more." He said as I opened the door to my truck. I turned around to give him my reply and was caught off guard by how intensely he was looking at me. "Y-yeah," I stammered. "We should do this more often. I don't get much time to relax and just have fun, what with classes and practice so..." I trailed off. His eyes had suddenly focused on something apparently near the right side of my head and he raised a strong hand up to the side of my face. I felt the blood in my cheeks flush and my heartbeat quicken sharply as he plucked something out of my hair just above my right ear. I didn't look to see what it had been but I felt it graze my shoulder as it fell. His eyes slowly roamed from where his hand was to my face and he looked directly into my eyes. I stood there, mesmerized by the gentle look that covered his face, and immediately became very aware of his sudden proximity. Someone moved. I can't say if it had been me or him, but we were suddenly a lot closer. The hand he had used to extract the grass or twig or whatever, came to rest gently on my cheek. I gazed into his brown eyes and noticed for the first time the flecks of caramel that speckled each iris. Intoxicating was his breath, now so close I could smell its sweet scent, and for a small moment everything seemed to happen all too slowly. First, Logan's thumb brushed the edge of my jaw and small sparks seemed to radiate out and away from its warmth. Then, I felt his fingers slowly tighten on the back of my neck and they gently pulled my face forward. I watched his eyes get impossibly close to mine and I felt his warm mouth meet mine in perfect bliss. The kiss was deep but tame. My ears began ringing and I knew instantly that I wanted more. I adjusted my upper lip to better feel his and he responded with the slightest flick of his tongue. I parted my mouth slightly and he took the invitation. Ears still ringing, time seemingly repaired itself and then suddenly we were both furiously kissing each other. I was conscious of his hands, touching me, everywhere: my face, my shoulders, and my back. They finally settled in the hollow just above my ass. They tugged me to him and our bodies collided, deepening the kiss. I felt him too, but my hands were much hungrier and I nearly clawed at the muscles under his now annoying shirt. I felt his hands move to my hips and I involuntarily let out a small moan. To this he froze and pulled himself away a little too quickly. I opened my eyes, not remembering having closed them and we both took ragged breaths. I looked at his face trying to figure out if I had done something wrong. His mouth was still open slightly, his face red from the kiss. He took a deep breath and said, "I- um. I'm sorry that wasn't how I had wanted that to go." His eyebrows pinched together in an apologetic manner and I saw a softer, cuter, man than what I had seen before. "Oh...well," I stammered, "Its ok. I uh, really sort of enjoyed that." I smiled a little impishly and this made a small smile of his own creep across his lips. I looked down and we both seemed to realize at the same time that our bodies were still in contact. Slowly, painfully, we both released our grip and stepped a small distance apart. Logan took another deep breath and ran his hand through his thick hair. "Sooo...," he started but trailed off looking questioningly at me. "Sooo," I echoed. "So, I'll see you later then?" He grinned and chuckled happy with my response to his unvoiced question. "I take my dog for a run every morning." He shrugged and continued, "You could join us sometime this weekend?" I nodded and stepped into my truck. He shut the door behind me and waved as I backed out. I grinned the whole way home. Football Season Pt. 02 Ch. 3 I closed my eyes and let the warm water pour down, over my tired muscles. I was in the boys' locker room. Practice was over and I was enjoying a few, well deserved, moments to myself. I lathered up my sponge and began making small circles with it across my skin. I groaned as tension dissipated from my back and chest. It felt so good to massage the sweat and dirt away from my flesh. So good, that I wanted to rub my whole body from head to toe. As I slid my hands down to my groin, I suddenly felt a slightly larger pair of rough hands cover my own. Someone's naked body, warm and hard, pressed gently against me from behind. I didn't react when Logan whispered into my ear, "Let me help you with that." His teeth nibbled the end of my ear and a small gasp escaped my mouth. I said nothing but allowed his rough hands to remove the sponge from my grip. I lolled back against his shoulder and felt the suds slick across my body. Logan traced my neckline with soft kisses as his hands roamed further south, toward the heat building in my crotch. Instead of grabbing my length, his hand just brushed lightly past, teasing me in its wake. "Ugghh," I let out a soft moan. I needed his rough hands to touch me, to envelope me. I felt helpless as his other hand pushed lather down between my ass cheeks and, with two strong fingers began to circle my delicate hole. "Logan!" I hissed. I wanted him. I needed him. His impressive length was firmly pressed into my right thigh. I reached down and gripped him hard indicating my desire. He moaned deeply and the sound made the veins in my shaft twitch. His mouth returned to my ear and he said in a low breathy voice, "Open your eyes Briar. I want you to watch me touch you." I obeyed and in an instant, he swung us around to face the mirrors on the far side of the wall. I whimpered at the sight of our naked bodies writhing against one another beneath the water. Logan's larger form was intimidating. His slightly darker skin radiated heat. I couldn't look away as he caressed the muscles of my chest, abs, and groin. I reached behind me with my free hand and played with his dark hair. Whenever I tugged, just enough, his hips would buck and I'd feel his smooth cock slide between my fingers. His hands continued to work around my hole which was now relaxed and supple. Without warning, he pushed both of his fingers deep inside me and I cried out. The pressure was ecstasy. I leaned back into him and his mouth claimed mine. Our tongues danced and our hands roamed. His fingers swirled inside of me and all I could do was shudder. He parted our kiss and opened his mouth to whisper to me... BEEEP! The shrill ring of my phone pulled me from the climax of my dream. I groaned loudly, as the details of his body and the way he touched me slipped away from my grasp. I reached for my phone and saw Chad's name once again on the screen. I cleared my throat before saying into the line, "This is Briar... talk." "Hey there Briar, how are you doin?" "I am well, thanks. What's up?" Chad immediately started in, "I know you like to go for a morning run but I was hoping you would be free around 1ish for lunch? My treat..." I rubbed the tired muscles of my face and looked at my phone's clock. 9:27 that gave me a few hours at least to (hopefully) get in a run with Logan and make it in time for lunch. "Yeah, sure no problem. Where should I meet you?" I waited while I heard him clicking his tongue. "How about we stay in town and have hoagies at the diner?" I grimaced. Cinco wasn't known for its food but it would give me more time with Logan maybe. "Yeah, I can do that," I said finally. "See you at one?" He gave me an overly excited reply and I hung up. Before I even had a chance to sit back in bed my phone shrilled again. This time it was a text and I recognized the foreign number as Logan's. I felt a slight smile tug at my lips as I opened the message: Good morning champ. Hope you slept well. Ready for our run? Beau is raring to go! Excited now I sent back my short reply, Yeah just woke up. Slept great thanks. Had the best dreams... maybe tell you later ;) Who is Beau? Within a few moments I had my sport briefs on and I received another reply, Hahaha you'll see... can't wait to hear about them! See you at 10?? I wrote my quick affirmative and was out the door within minutes. Logan's house isn't actually that far from where my apartment in town is. Only a couple of miles really and I probably could have jogged there. But I knew that if I wanted to get as much time as I could with him, I would need to have a quick way back into town to meet Chad for lunch. So I drove the few miles out of town. It may only be a short distance but in Cinco that was the difference between cell phone coverage and no coverage. When I pulled into the familiar driveway, I saw Logan standing with a very large dog, presumably the one I had failed to meet yesterday. Logan was kneeling next to the sleek dog and gently patting his side. Our eyes met briefly as I came closer and my breath left me for a second as I remembered looking into those warm, dark brown eyes the night before. I could almost remember the way he had tasted and the way he felt against my skin... With great effort I forced the excitement in my shorts to recede. Now was not the time. Turning off the ignition I hopped out of my truck and walked around to where they were seated. Logan's smile spread to his eyes as I kneeled down with him. "Well, who is this handsome boy?" "This is my best friend Beau, short for Beaucoup, because he is just too much sometimes." I held out my hand to allow Beau to sniff and he began to rapidly lick and nuzzled my extended palm. I nodded my appreciation, "You speak French?" I asked just a tad too excitedly. Logan waved a hand in dismissal. "Neh, I just like the word." I smiled to indicate my understanding and began petting Beau. "Is he a German Shepherd short hair?" I asked curiously. "No he is actually a Belgian Malinois," he said with a bit of pride. "Great companion dogs and even better guard dogs. He also is quite the athlete and will be soon putting us through the ringer." He patted Beau once more and stood up. I thought for a second that he might lean in and give me a proper greeting but instead he turned away and fiddled with his watch. I must admit I was a little put off. Had I imagined last night? Should I try to kiss him instead? I decided immediately that was a bad idea. While his back was still turned away, I decided to do some warm-up stretches. I spent a few minutes keeping myself from overthinking what was going on. I'd almost completed two sets before he finally looked up from his watch and noticed me stretching. Without a word, he sat down in place and began his own set of stretches. What the hell? I thought. I wasn't angry but I was confused. Perhaps I had gotten the wrong impression from our encounter last night, suddenly a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. What if he wasn't really interested in me and last night had been a mistake? We hadn't really had any time to discuss what had occurred or what it had meant. We both stood up in silence and Logan gestured slightly to the road, leading the three of us down to the end of his drive. "Now," he said once we reached the road. "My watch can keep our pace if you'd like or we can just keep this calm and enjoyable?" I saw this question as a chance for an opening. "Let's keep it light for now, we can try pace setting on another day." He nodded his agreement and we started off down the road. I took his agreement as a good sign that he did at least intend for us to keep seeing one another, though whether his ideas were platonic was still uncertain. We ran a fair bit of the way in silence. I honestly had not had a running partner since high school so I was unpracticed at making conversation while jogging. I tried to think of things to talk about. I passed over the typical stuff like weather and sports rather quickly. I didn't want to chat with Logan, I wanted to get to know him. I just didn't know how. With other people, friends mostly, I relied on them to do most of the talking. I was an excellent listener but now I didn't know how to get a person talking. I blew out a heavy breath both to settle into our pace and to expel some of my frustration. Logan turned around and gave me a questioning look. "Is this pace ok? We can let up a bit if you're uncomfortable." I shook my head. "Not at all. Just getting my breathing under control." Continuing on, we started to get closer to town. I thought for sure he would lead us into town but instead we pulled down a second country road that I didn't know as well. As we turned up the road, I heard a car coming up from behind us, instinctively I moved farther off the road to give the car room. However, when they didn't immediately pass, I glanced back to check. The car was a dark sedan. Some model from the early 90's I guessed. I knew this car. It belonged to the head principal of Cinco High, Mr. Todd Santrum. Logan had noticed the car too and we both slowed to a stop. I looked briefly at Logan and saw his brow was furrowed. Though in the next second, I thought I may have imagined it as one of his amazing smiles now beamed from his face as the car pulled up alongside us. Todd rolled the window down and his southern drawl came right through. "Howdy you two. Nice day for a jog, ain't it." I smiled in kind. I didn't like Todd. When I had been a senior at Cinco High, he had been the main voice against letting same-sex couples into the dances. Eventually, his opinion had been overturned by the school board though and I was able to take a date to my senior prom. Even though this had all been more than a couple years ago, I seriously doubted that his views had changed that much. I peered into the car alongside Logan and Todd gave us both a nod and said, "Howdy Logan." To me, he directed a curt, "Hey, there." I wasn't a teacher at the school and I got paid almost nothing to be the assistant coach, but I still thought the impersonal greeting was rude. "How's the team doing so far, Logan?" he continued to speak only to him. "I know a lot of folks hoping to see another championship game this year." He said while sporting what could only be described as a grimace-smile. It looked almost painful for him to hold the faux pleasant expression on his face. I decided I didn't care much to talk to the man and instead of feigning interest, I stood back from the car and entertained Beau with a few affectionate pats. I caught a few tidbits of the small talk that they exchanged but the last thing Todd said before driving off really caught my ear, "I think I will stop by the field this week and sit in on their practice for a bit." It could have been my imagination but as he said this I thought I saw his eyes flick in my direction. Asshole, I thought. As if echoing my thoughts, I heard Logan mutter something that sounded a lot like "Prick..." as Todd drove off. Before I knew it, we were nearing Logan's house and the end of our run. I never once thought of a good topic to discuss. We turned into the drive and Logan promptly squatted, breathing heavily. "Whew," he said and grinned up at me. "You know how to drive a man to his limit." This lifted my spirits a bit and I thought that maybe it had been ok to stay quiet on the run. I plopped down next to him on the lawn and he looked at me a little quizzically. Something was clearly on his mind and he looked as if he couldn't quite figure out what to say. When before it seemed he had been ignoring me, now his gaze made me a little self-conscious. Finally he said, "You're really something Briar. I'd like to learn more if you'll let me." This direct statement was surprising but definitely not unwelcome. "Well," I said biting my lip playfully, "just ask." He sat down next to me on the lawn and his eyes roamed my facial features. They seemed to linger for a half second longer on my mouth and I almost turned away out of shyness. Get a grip! I told myself. As if he knew what I was thinking, a slight smirk tugged at his perfect, full lips. "There is one thing I'd like to know..." he stated. I leaned back allowing myself to get more comfortable on the lawn and propped myself up on one elbow. "Okay, shoot." He looked down at the ground, what he was feeling or thinking I couldn't tell. Without lifting his head he asked, "When you came over yesterday what was your intent?" I felt my brow furrow. "What do you mean?" I asked him. I was very confused by his question. He raised his head and his eyes searched mine. "I mean, did you want me before I kissed you?" Again I was confused. I didn't even recall who had kissed whom. I suppose when I thought about it, he did make the first move but would that have changed the outcome? I didn't think so. "Logan." I said his name with ease now. I used to see him as my fantasy. Logan the coach. Now I was starting to see him as Logan the man. He too had insecurities and worries and he was baring one of them now for me to see. "If you're asking me what I want, my answer is very simple..." Trying my best at being direct, I met his eyes and asked him plainly, "Do you think that I would have said yes if I had not wanted you before you kissed me?" His eyes brightened. Those beautiful brown eyes with caramel flecks... I was losing focus again. Something about his eyes stirred something primal in me and I desperately wanted to feel his body against mine again. Pulling myself out of my daze, I tilted my head and said what I had wondered earlier. "The way you acted earlier, left me wondering something similar about your wants." Shock graced his handsome features for just a second. He didn't respond right away so I continued, "So, I guess now I am the one wondering, why did you invite me over yesterday?" His eyes then went through a rapid and confusing set of emotions. I thought I saw anger and maybe hurt... but any chance at figuring out what he was thinking was lost as he gently cupped my face in his large hands and brought his mouth to join with mine. Yesterday's kiss had been fiery, ravenous even. That kiss had taken on a life of its own and my mind had been too shocked to really think much of anything else. This kiss was different; this kiss I was ready for and when his warm, wet mouth claimed mine, I relaxed into it deeply. Our lips moved slowly, gently massaging the other. Logan tasted like salty sweat and he smelled amazing: musky and almost piney like the trees that surrounded his yard. When our lips parted and I felt his warm, thick tongue dart between mine, I shuddered. I moved my mouth in perfect unison and flicked his upper lip and teeth with the tip of my tongue. The reaction I got from his body was sinful. I felt one of his hands leave my face and the other firmly gripped my jaw. I realized he was in control of this. I was permitted to explore and seek but ultimately he controlled the kiss and I reveled in his control. Without warning, he slightly pulled away and I was left gasping for breath, my jaw still held by his strong hand. "There." he said simply. "Now you don't need to wonder." * * * It was difficult to leave this beautiful man I was beginning to adore, but I had made a commitment to Chad and I intended to keep it. Luckily for me, I had enough time to go home, shower, and change. The diner, where we were to meet was close to where I lived and even though before the idea had been distasteful, I was now really glad that I had those extra minutes with Logan. I kept replaying our tender moment in my head and re-experiencing the feeling of floating, complete weightlessness. I pulled my truck up to the curb in front of the diner and jumped out with noticeably more enthusiasm than was necessary, but damn it if I didn't feel great. Chad had gotten us a table just inside and he waved me over as soon as I stepped in. I don't know if it was just my good mood or not but for once I found his excited disposition refreshing. "Hey Briar, glad you could come!" he said with light and happy tone. I smiled at him. "Yeah, me too." I didn't think it possible but his smile got wider at that and I took my seat across from him, suppressing a giggle. "So," I started. "what's good and what's up?" He looked down at the menu in front of him, "Well, I figured that with you being a vegetarian that you might like the veggie sub..." My eyebrows raised high at his assessment. I hadn't realized that my personal dietary preferences had been common knowledge. Not that it was a secret or anything. Perhaps it wasn't so much a public thing as it was a Chad thing. I decided not to read too much into it. "Sounds great. So how are things? How has practice been for you?" Chad was this year's running back for second offense. The same position I had filled almost four years ago. Unfortunately, he didn't see as much game time as I did so he filled the role of water boy at most games. He nodded while taking a drink of water. "Ya know, it has actually been pretty great. I was concerned when I came out last year that the team would treat me different but honestly, it hasn't affected our relationship much at all." I nodded in response to what he was saying. I was genuinely happy for him. "That's great to hear. In my high school days, a lot of the roughness was short lived. So it is good that the progress has stayed consistent." We talked like this for quite a while. I hardly noticed eating my food. It felt surprisingly good to talk to someone who knew and sympathized with the plights of life as a gay man. Truth be told, I had never had "gay" friends. Sure I knew other guys at college and met some going to the clubs in downtown Houston but there was always a tension there. I just preferred the company of women or that of straight men. Chad was something of a breather in that regard. Refreshing even. I realized half-way through our conversation that it might not be so bad to be his friend. "Can I ask you something?" he inquired once our meal was finished. "Yeah, sure," I said. He leaned in with a more serious look in his bright blue eyes. "Now, I know that you are going to the dance with me because I made you feel obligated..." I opened my mouth to state a protest, but he raised a hand stopping me before I could speak. "It's ok, really," he insisted. "What I am wondering is, if you could see us being friends in any capacity? I asked to hang out today as a way to break the ice, so-to-speak, and show you that I can be really fun, given the chance." I smiled warmly at him but inside my heart fell a bit. I had been behaving like such an ass. I knew then that I really did want to become better friends with him. I at least owed him that chance now. "I would really enjoy that. I am not just saying that either. I think we could have a really great time hanging out." His demeanor immediately relaxed and I could tell that he was truly satisfied by that answer. "Excellent! Then what would you say if I asked you to go with me next Saturday to Whispers, that gay club in south Houston?" I paused for a second. I wasn't opposed to the idea, I just didn't know if my Saturday would be free. Logan and I had not really had a chance to make concrete plans for our next rendezvous. Seeming to sense my hesitation, Chad's eyes narrowed. "Unless you already have plans?" I couldn't help but smile at his powers of perception. His eyes widened and twinkled with sudden excitement. "You do! You Briar Rose have a date!" I tilted my head slightly; questioning the validity of that statement while also trying my best not to wince at the sudden usage of my embarrassing full name. "Oh," he continued, "not a date then... but you ARE seeing someone?" The way he stressed the word made it sound more like an accusation than a question. I nodded slowly figuring that was a more accurate and safe observation. "Oh... my... God!" He exclaimed. "I want the deets, sir. Like now." I couldn't help but laugh loudly at his outburst. Yes, Chad and I would be great friends indeed.