Making It (Short Gay Sports Erotica) (3 page)

Before he could help himself James was at Drew’s side and embracing his smaller frame into a debilitating hug. Drew struggled to get loose but James didn’t relent. Finally Drew gave in and sagged into the embrace as he heaved dry sobs. As he calmed down the sobs subsided into small hiccups. James buried his head into Drew’s wet hair and smelled fresh mint shampoo. Pulling away from his embrace, Drew looked into James’s eyes and leaned forward, kissing him. The sense of urgency behind the kiss made James think it was a long time coming. He returned the kiss and opened his mouth. He trailed his hands down to Drew’s bubble ass and squeezed it clumsily as he sucked the younger man’s tongue into his mouth.

All the anger and hurt and frustration Drew’s eyes had held was translated into that kiss, while all the many years’ stolen glances and wet, sticky fantasies he’d had about his charge culminated in that moment.

With hands roaming, exploring, James took the lead and slipped his hands into Drew’s jeans, noticing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Their clumsy kisses increased in intensity as they slipped into a rhythm and soon James had Drew out of his hoodie and was pulling his own shirt over his head. He finally had the chance to unashamedly drink in his charge’s trim swimmer’s waist and broad, defined chest. He sank down to his knees and was already unbuttoning his jeans by the time he came face to face with Drew’s crotch. He pulled the pants down, took in the hardening shaft of his swimmer and engulfed it in one fell swoop. He washed it around his mouth as blood filled into it, the taste of warm precum hitting his throat almost instantly. He moaned and sucked harder as the shaft lengthened and hardened more.. He was encouraged by Drew’s fingers entangling themselves in his hair and the urgent hip thrusts that came. The swimmer’s shaft had grown to about five inches and was swelling more.

The urgent thrust of his hips told James that he was close and he increased his speed and felt Drew tapping his head warning him that he was about to come. Instead of backing out he only increased his speed and nearly gagged from the hot spurts that hit the back of his throat. He swallowed the load and let the softening shaft fall from his mouth. As he got up, he groaned from the pressure of his hard dick pressing against his unrelenting sweats and kissed Drew again, letting him taste himself. As Drew was working James’s sweats down, they heard a noise at the top of the stairs and looked at each other with panic. James grabbed his shirt and was already pulling it over his head while Drew pulled his jeans up, at the same time pulling his hoodie back on.

“I smelled bacon,” Andy said.

James was fussing over a fresh batch of scrambled eggs while Drew was pouring fresh glasses of juice.

“You ruined the surprise,” Drew said and smiled at his little brother.

“Wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, bud,” he said and handed him a glass of orange juice.

“How’s it going, Andy,” James said.

“Why’s your shirt inside out, Coach?” Andy asked.

*****

Chapter 4

When James arrived at the pool for their training session, Drew was already doing freestyle laps. He was so involved in his swimming that he didn’t notice James’s arrival, and he was treated to a show of unbridled swimming talent. He kept staring at his beautiful swimmer and tried to reimagine the taste of his cum in his mouth earlier that morning. He was bummed he didn’t get to blow his load but took care of that as soon as he got home after feeding Andy.

The gentle way Drew acted towards his little brother only enamored him more to his swimmer. He thought it strange that their father would take a prolonged business trip to Europe after his youngest son was diagnosed with the same cancer that had claimed his wife not two years ago. But then everyone grieved in their own way. He was proud of Drew, though, for stepping up to the plate the way he had and obviously taking great care of his little brother.

He was woken out of his reverie by a brilliant smile from the water as soon as his swimmer noticed him staring at him. It made for a novel sight, seeing Drew smile. He returned the smile, but then put his shades back on and blew the whistle, ordering him to carry on with his warm ups. He would enjoy drilling his swimmer this practice, if he thought what happened that morning would get him any leniency, he had another thing coming. No slacking off here.

“Damn,” Drew said as he lifted himself out of the water.

“I thought you’d be pissed about leaving with blue balls this morning,” he said as he collapsed on the concrete.

“But I didn’t think you’d take it out on me in the pool.”

“We could go for another twenty laps,” James said, standing imposingly over his exhausted swimmer’s body.

He enjoyed the view immensely.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he smiled.

James took the proffered hand and helped his swimmer up. He followed him to the locker room.

“How’s your jaw?” James asked because of the obvious swelling from the night before.

“The real question is, how’s your jaw?” Drew countered with an insinuating tone.

“You owe me,” James said, the first reference to what had occurred before them only a few hours ago.

“Good luck with that,” Drew said cockily.

“It’s going to be like that, you smart-alecky bastard,” James said and grabbed him around the waist.

“From prissy bastard to wise ass, it’s a bit of an improvement I guess,” Drew smiled.

“Don’t joke,” James said.

“You scared me this morning,” he said.

“I scared myself,” he said.

Drew threw his towel to the ground and started stripping.

“Do you want to talk about what happened this morning?” James asked.

“I’m not a baby,” Drew smiled, “I’m 22 years old. It’s not my first time around the block.”

“You don’t feel weird about continuing working together?”

“What I feel is horny around you,” Drew said as he shimmied out of his wet trunks. “Any chance of a repeat performance?”

“No such luck,” James said and grabbed the wet towel from the floor.

He twisted it in a second and pelted Drew’s ass painfully and enjoyed seeing his swimmer dance around the locker room, scrambling to avoid the towel connecting with his bare flesh. He threw the towel down and grabbed Drew by the wrist, spinning him against the lockers and pinning him down with his body, leaving him no doubt as to who’s in charge.

“Tonight I’m doing things right,” James said.

“I’ll pick you and Andy up at seven, we’ll take him for a movie and drop him off, then
our
date starts,” James said.

“I love it that you’re considering Andy,” Drew said, “but he’s my responsibility,” he said resolutely.

“Hey,” said James, trying to maintain his self-control being so close to his nude swimmer.

“You don’t have to carry this burden on your own,” James said.

He saw the tears forming behind Drew’s eyes and saw how vulnerable he actually was.

He was still only a boy in many regards.

“Fine,” he said, “but he’s in a Spiderman phase, so be prepared to sit through the 3D movie tonight,” Drew said.

“As long as you’re next to me, it’ll be a breeze,” James said and bent down to kiss his swimmer deeply.

The quick kiss soon deepened, and he felt his self-control slipping away.

“Fuck it,” he said, and grabbed Drew’s hair with his left hand and squeezed his rapidly growing dick hard.

“I’m going to make you mine right now,” James said, and guided him from the lockers to the showers.

He took in the lithe body of his swimmer, and took his time shedding his own clothes. The steady stream of hot water was fogging up the shower area, and the steam clung heavily to the air. Stepping out of his own trainer trunks, he was again made aware of the size difference in their bodies. He noticed the searching look of his swimmer as his gaze took in the complete size and length of him for the first time. He allowed him a few moments of appreciative glances before taking charge again.

He moved slowly, deliberately, and placed his hands on Drew’s hips, pushing him into him. As their bodies connected, he felt a sharp electrical charge.  He had to force himself to calm down before shooting his entire load right there. With the hot water cascading over their bodies, the steam engulfing them, Drew leaned over and kissed him tentatively, before going down on his knees.

He seemed to try to take in as much of James’s hardening length as he could, but it soon became clear that his six and a half inches and growing would be impossible to swallow completely. The boy sucked clumsily for someone who’s supposedly experienced, James smiled, but he made up for it with definite enthusiasm. James started rocking his hips slightly to get into a rhythm, and was soon on the edge. He watched his swimmer’s head bob up and down on his shaft, something he’d imagined many years since having come to know this remarkable man. He tapped Drew’s head to let him know he was imminent but he didn’t stop. He allowed the coach to come into his mouth, collecting the jizz but not swallowing it.

As James’s thrusts calmed, Drew got up from his knees and looked James in his eyes before kissing him with his own jizz. He delivered the coach his own cum and they kissed each other deeply, sharing the intimate drink between them.

Breaking the kiss, James could barely see straight from the lust that had gripped his being. He was finally going to breach the opening he’d been dreaming about for far too many years. Putting his hands on Drew’s hips, he quickly rocked him around and pinned him against the shower’s wall, legs spread and ass up. He leaned in and kissed Drew’s neck, slowly making his way down his back towards his ass.

As he reached the deep crack of his swimmer’s sexy bubble but, he stuck out his tongue and trailed his way down the deep crack until he reached his destination. Circling his tongue around the entrance to a world of pleasure he was sure Drew was unaware he carried around with him every day, he circled his sticky tongue which still had residue of his own cum at the entrance.

His persistent flicking eventually relaxed the tight entrance and was able to slip inside. How he was going to enjoy ruining the landscape of this tight ass forever!

His tongue was soon French kissing his swimmer’s ass and his hands squeezing the heavy bubble butt, preparing it for the invasion. By this time blood had already recollected in his shaft and he was growing very agitated. James couldn’t take it any longer and retreated his tongue and straightened up. The image of Drew’s spread legs, perched ass, and heaving chest was almost too much for him.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Drew’s neck before applying shower gel to his entrance for extra lube. The coaxed entrance was still relaxed and the soap made for an easy entry for James, who immediately started impaling his swimmer.

Drew threw his head back and let out a labored breath as his cheeks were parted. Soon three inches was buried, then another, and another until all six and a half inches of James was buried inside his swimmer. It was such a prolific moment for him, being this close to the person he’s come to not only love, but respect too. He withdrew about five inches, then sank back in slowly, his signature move.

The tight walls of his lover were warm and wet, and he knew he had found his new home. He put his arms protectively around Drew’s waist and chest and leaned into him more, increasing his pace. He could carry on for hours like this, so intimately connected with his swimmer. His right hand trailed down to Drew’s shaft which was painfully erect and oozing heat and need. He found it slick with precum and started working the shaft in tandem with his rhythm. It made Drew’s ass muscles clench involuntarily, which only gave him more pleasure as he thrust through those spasms with persistent thrusts as he worked to lay his claim inside his lover.

Drew moaned deeply and started to meet James’s thrusts with his hips, making them thrust and retreat in tandem, their bodies making a beautiful symphony. His sporadic clenches only served to milk his cock further and the pooled precum inside Drew’s ass acted as further lube. He knew he wasn’t going to last for much longer.