Sex in the Sky

“Author’s note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN”

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Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. We got along well at work, even though he was married and I was gay. He knew about me and didn’t seem to have a problem with it. It’s not like he had to be seen with a flaming queen in public. I kept my private life private and to the outside world I looked and acted pretty conservative. Underneath, though, I liked to freeball or wear a jock, even to work. It was my quiet way of making a statement, and besides, it felt great.

I didn’t figure anything was going to happen on this trip. Ethan was straight, and we were both workaholics. Besides, we knew this was an important assignment. Still, I was looking forward to getting a chance to check him out. Ethan was a good-looking guy, a little younger than me, with a solid, not fat, body and a neatly trimmed reddish beard. My guess was he had lots of body hair, which I’ve always liked on a man.

We got to our hotel late. There was just enough time for me to check my e-mail on my laptop, which I set up on the desk. After I did that I was so beat that I staggered into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, stripped and got into my bed, naked.

I saw Ethan shoot me a look when I took off my clothes. He must have seen I wasn’t wearing underwear. Interesting that he’d noticed. He got into his bed dressed in white Jockey shorts. As I’d guessed his chest was covered with copper-colored hair. As tired as I was my cock stirred at the sight. I was glad I was underneath the covers so he couldn’t see.

The next morning I got out of bed, showered and came out of the bathroom naked, holding my towel. Ethan was awake but still in bed.

“Up and at ‘em, big fella,” I said. I couldn’t help noticing his eyes flickering down my body. Well, why not? I kept myself in shape and was proud of it. In another moment it was my turn to look as he threw back the covers and got out of bed, yawning.

“Wish I could spend another hour in bed,” he said. To my disappointment he went into the bathroom still wearing his shorts.

It was going to be a long business day and I didn’t quite feel like freeballing the whole time, so I put on a jock, a broken-in Bike No. 10, very comfortable. When Ethan came out I still hadn’t gotten dressed. He grinned.

“Up and at ‘em, big fella,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, pretending to be annoyed as I got fresh clothes out of the closet.

“Didn’t know anyone still wore those things,” he remarked, pointing at my jock.

“Okay, make me feel like a dork,” I said, kidding him.

“You like wearing that?”

“Sure I do,” I said, my interest perking up. Why was a straight married guy so interested in my underwear?

“Always thought they made high school boys wear ‘em to keep them from jacking off,” Ethan said.

“Never stops me,” I said, and we both laughed. At that point we realized we were running late so that was the end of that conversation. Still, I thought back to it a couple of times later that day.

It was about ten o’clock that night and we were back at the room, sitting on our beds watching television. We’d picked up a six-pack on the way back to the hotel and were enjoying a nightcap. It had been a productive but long day and we were both beat. I wasn’t too tired to cop furtive looks at my suitemate, though. Ethan had taken off his shirt and unzipped his pants as soon as he’d gotten in the room.

I noticed that every once in while he’d stop looking at the TV screen and let his eyes wander across the room. After a while I started to wonder what he was looking at. I shot a look over there myself and nearly fainted. My laptop was facing us. It had switched to screensaver mode and was running one that I had designed myself-naked vidcaps of the hunky cast of Oz, the HBO prison show.

Ethan spoke just at that moment. “That was a good show,” he said.

“What?” I said, stupidly, still blushing at my indiscretion.

He nodded in the direction of my computer. “The one you got those pictures from.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah, it was,” I said, inwardly cursing myself for sounding so lame. For the second time that day, though, I was surprised and intrigued. My married co-worker had first commented on my underwear, and now he’d let me know he was cool with my slideshow of naked men.

I thought about it, then made up my mind. I stood and stripped down to my jock. Ethan laughed.

“I’m surprised you waited so long to do that,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Get naked.” He paused. “I think I’ll join you.”

He stood up and took off his pants, and I didn’t even try to hide my stare. He had been freeballing all day. His cock was surrounded by the thickest bush I’ve ever seen, and his ass was muscular and very hairy.

“Where’s your underwear?” I asked.

Ethan snickered. “What, only gay guys can go commando? You know it ups your sperm count. Helps your wife have babies.”

All I could say was, “Whatever.” I flopped back down on the bed, taking a swig of beer and trying to calm down. My co-worker was definitely up to something.

We went back to watching TV in silence, but I noticed that Ethan kept eyeing my jock. One more beer and I decided to up the ante. I peeled the Bike off and tossed it on the floor between our beds. My half-swollen cock flopped out onto my stomach.

Ethan looked at the jock I’d thrown on the floor, then looked at me. I stared back, daring him to say something. He grinned.

“Slob,” he said. “You pick that skanky thing up off the floor.”

“Make me,” I replied.

“You asked for it.” With that, he bounded off his bed and onto mine, trying to pull me to the floor. We laughed as we tussled but quickly it turned into a real contest of strength. We both started sweating as we continued to wrestle. Ethan wasn’t as big as me but he was skillful and agile. Finally he had me pinned on the bed face down, one arm behind my back.

“Say you surrender,” he panted.

“Fuck you,” I spat back. He jerked my arm upward until I shouted with pain. “Okay, okay! I surrender!”

He let me go and stood, breathing hard. I stayed on my stomach, partly because I was winded, but also because I was throwing major wood from the excitement of our contact and I didn’t want him to see.

“Did I ever tell you I wrestled in college?”

I snorted. “Asshole.”

“Hey! None of that profanity.” I looked up at him. Ethan snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. “Now pick up that jock, or I’ll put another hold on you.”

His cock was sticking out at an angle from his body. It was very definitely larger than it had been earlier. This was turning him on as much as it was me. I decided to force the issue. I stood up and faced him. There was no way he couldn’t see my erection.

We stayed frozen in position for a long moment, chests heaving, staring into each other’s eyes.

Then I reached my hand out and grasped his cock, and slowly started to stroke it. At any moment I expected him to back away, or grab my hand and ask what the hell I thought I was doing. Nothing happened. I finally dared to look up at him. To my relief there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“What about that jock?” he asked.

“Okay, I’ll pick it up. But first I have to service you.”

“Service me?”

“Sure,” I said, taking my life in my hands. “I lost. Loser has to service the winner, right?”

Ethan didn’t reply, just laughed a little. I took that as a yes and knelt before him, feeling the rug scratching my knees, still hardly believing my luck. I grasped his meaty butt cheeks and leaned toward him till I could smell his musky scent, feel the heat rising from his crotch. I didn’t take his cock in my mouth right away but let it bump against my face, closing my eyes, enjoying its steely heat and the drop of moisture from its tip that clung to my cheek.

Finally I couldn’t wait any longer. I stuck my tongue out and felt it contact the skin of the head, smooth and hard. I licked at the cleft at the tip, sucking out some more of his salty precum, before finally engulfing him all at once, shoving my head forward until my forehead was pressed against his stomach and my face was buried in Ethan’s coarse pubic hair. It tickled my nose and I stifled a sneeze.

A moan rose from Ethan’s throat. His hands were in my hair. My own cock was so hard it was painful. Where I was now was beyond my wildest dreams. I worked hard to get what I wanted before he came to his senses, sliding back and forth on his veined shaft, twisting my head to give him maximum sensation, lubricating him with so much spit it ran down my chin and dripped onto the carpet beneath us.

My efforts were rewarded when my clutching hands felt his thigh muscles tighten. A moment after that Ethan began to grunt as his hands grabbed my head, holding it in a viselike grip as he began to fuck my face with quick brutal thrusts. I gagged repeatedly but held on for dear life. Just as I reached the limits of my endurance Ethan emitted a wordless howl of ecstasy. Simultaneously I felt his cock come to life, filling my mouth with his thick salty cum. I gulped it down as fast it came gushing out, keeping my face buried in his crotch, determined to get every drop.

Ethan’s shouts turned into gasps for air and he sagged forward against me. I let his softening cock go, shiny with my spit and his semen, and began to lick it clean. After a moment he pulled back.

“Don’t…too sensitive.”

I nodded and let him go. My friend turned and sat down with a thud on the bed, clutching the side of the mattress, looking thoroughly winded. I stayed on the floor, watching him come down from his sexual high, a bit nervous about what his reaction would be.

Ethan raised his head and our eyes met. I held my breath until I saw his smile.

“You swallowed,” he said. “Every drop.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

He shook his head with a wondering air. “My wife never does that. Hates the taste. You like it?”

“Love it.” I shrugged. “That’s why they call us queer, I guess.”

He frowned. “You’re not queer.”

I chuckled. “It’s no big deal, Ethan.”

He shook his head again. “I’ve sure learned a lot tonight.” He opened his mouth in a tremendous yawn. “Well, buddy, I’m beat. Okay if we get some sleep?”

“Sure,” I said, though I was aware of my aching balls and still semi-hard cock. I’d wait to relieve myself until Ethan went to sleep. At least it seemed we were still friends.

I’d just settled in and closed my eyes when Ethan said, “Hey Mike.”

“What?”

I opened my eyes and looked over at his bed.

“Thanks, man. That was great.”

My heart gave a leap but I didn’t let anything show on my face. “No problem.” I remembered something then. I got up, picked up my jock that had started it all and tossed it on his bed.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” Ethan asked.

I looked him in the eye. “Keep it. It’s yours. Until our next trip together.”

Ethan stared a moment. Then he took the jock, got out of bed and slipped it on. “What do you think?” he asked.

My only answer was a groan.

“What?” he said, looking concerned.

I gestured at my crotch. I was fully hard again. “Look what you’ve gone and done. Now how am I supposed to get to sleep?”

He grinned. “Guess you’ll have to take care of it.”

I’d secretly been hoping he’d offer to do exactly that. Still, the thought of jacking off in front of my friend was hot enough. I lay on my back and began to pull on my cock, fast and furious, not taking my eyes off him for one second. Ethan stood, hands on hips, looking amused and a bit puzzled at my frenzy.

“Turn around and get on the bed on your hands and knees,” I told him.

“What?”

I repeated my instructions. “You mean like this?” he asked, kneeling on the bed so that his furry butt, framed by the straps of the jock, was pointed directly at me. His hairy crack parted just enough for me to catch a glimpse of rosy pink.

“Fuck yeah, just like that. Oh yeah,” I mumbled, as my hand moved even faster. “Mmm…yeah…YEAH!” I shouted, as the orgasm overtook me and hot spurts shot out of my cock and over my stomach and chest.

After a while I caught my breath and opened my eyes. Ethan was lying on his back, head propped up on one elbow, looking at me.

“Wow, you really shot a big one.”

I felt something I couldn’t explain, joy and despair all mixed together. “Do you know how hot you are?”

He shook his head. “Me, hot? No way.”

“Yes, you are. You’re a god among men.”

Ethan grinned, blushing. “Mike, you’re weird.”

“Nah, just queer,” I said, reaching over and grabbing a handy t-shirt to clean myself up. And you’re straight, Ethan, and what the hell just happened?

I decided not to push for answers right at the moment. We said our goodnights, got in bed and turned out the lights. In a moment I was drifting off to sleep. It had been a night of surprises. I hoped there’d be more nights like it.

I woke up before the alarm went off the next morning. It was seven o’clock and dim light was filtering into the room from the window.

I looked over at Ethan’s bed. He was still asleep, lying on his side facing away from me. I lay there a few minutes looking at him, listening to his breathing. I thought about what had happened late last night, and hoped it hadn’t been a dream.

We had another day of presentations and meetings ahead of us. There wasn’t any time to dwell on last night’s after-hours activity–I had to start the day. I threw back the covers and padded to the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, naked of course, Ethan was just getting out of bed. That was when I was sure that last night hadn’t been a dream. He was still wearing my jock, and looked damn hot in it.

He smiled, still sleepy-eyed, when he saw me. “Morning,” was all he said.

I couldn’t think of anything better to say than, “How you doing?”

He got up and came toward me, and my heart almost stopped. “Just great,” Ethan replied. He brushed past me on the way to the shower, close enough so I could feel the warmth of his body, putting his hand on my bare stomach. There was a familiarity about his touch that let me know he remembered last night too. A great happiness rose up in me, and something else rose as well. I had to remind myself sternly that right now was no time for fooling around.

“Don’t take too long in the shower,” I called out, trying to keep my voice casual. “We’ve got to get moving.”

Ethan stuck his head out the bathroom door. “Yes, Mom,” he said. “Make sure and put on some clean underwear, you hear?”

“Have to, you’ve got mine.”

He grinned. “That’s right, and I’m keeping it.” He disappeared inside, and I started hunting for something to keep my hard-on in check.

The day was uneventful, though intensive. Late in the afternoon we finally closed the deal we were after. When Ethan and I got out of the last meeting we gave each other the high five and went to dinner, wrung out but happy.

When we got back to our room it was nearly midnight, and we were more than a little drunk. As soon as the door closed behind us Ethan gave me a look that said “What now?” I hesitated, suddenly nervous, but my friend didn’t seem to have similar thoughts. He took off his suit jacket and the rest of his clothes, calmly peeling down to his jock, or rather, my jock. He saw me looking at him.

“I wore it all day. Maybe it brought us luck.”

“Maybe,” I said. There was a silence.

“So,” Ethan said, “What did you have on today?”

I shrugged and started to take off my clothes. Just to tease him a little I kept my necktie knotted around my neck when I shed my shirt. Soon I was naked except for the tie and my underwear of the day, a swimmer jock with a stretchy, almost transparent pouch. Ethan took it all in and nodded, approving.

“Very nice.” He came toward me and my heart started to beat fast. Up close I felt his body heat, caught a discreet whiff of cologne mixed with his man scent.

Ethan reached out and pulled at the waistband of my jock, looking down at the contents of the pouch. He met my eyes and smiled. “Guess tonight it’s my turn.”

I was floored. I hadn’t expected any reciprocation from him. “You really want to?” I asked, like a fool.

In reply he knelt, peeling the strap down my thighs until my hard cock jutted free. Before I knew it he had it in his mouth and I was gasping with pleasure. Ethan sucked fast and hard, and he knew how to use his tongue. It was obvious he had done this before. I resolved to find out just what my married friend’s story was–afterward.

In just moments he had me at the edge of cumming. I didn’t want this to end so quickly. I pulled him to his feet and sank to my knees, burying my face in the moist, fragrant pouch of my jock that he had worn all day. The thought of his hairy, cut meat and heavy, full balls being where my equipment had also been kept my cock hard as a rock as I licked and sucked his cock through the rough fabric, soaking it with my spit. Ethan ran his hands through my hair, moaning softly.

“Aw, suck me for real, buddy.”

I pulled aside the pouch and his cock sprang out, fully hard. I licked the head clean of his precum before I took it and his veiny shaft down my throat, pausing in my labors only to wash his balls, and once to stop and pick a pubic hair out from between my teeth. Ethan chuckled.

“I really ought to shave. Dore complains about it.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said, before diving in again. Soon Ethan pulled back and out of my eager mouth.

“Hold on just a minute. I don’t want to blow.”

I nodded. “Turn around,” I said. I wanted a taste of something I hadn’t gotten last night. He obeyed. I nearly blew my own load right then as his buns came into view, framed at the top by the jock waistband and at the bottom by the elastic leg straps, a hairy, muscular triangle divided in two by the cleft between his cheeks.

I slipped my hands underneath the straps and grabbed a handful of butt in each hand, pulling his cheeks apart until the prize I’d caught a glimpse of last night was visible in all its glory. I started slow, licking at the top near the waistband, gradually working my way down into the hairy, funky crevice until my tongue touched the soft smoothness of his asshole. As I let it flicker around and into the opening Ethan moaned again.

“Oh, yeah, buddy, feels good.”

He shoved himself back at my face so that I almost fell over backward. I plastered myself to his ass and ate out his hole for all I was worth. The wet smacking noises of my rimming mingled with his groans and whimpers. Ethan was crazed with lust. I knew that if I turned him around and deep-throated him again it would all be over. As much as I would have liked his hot load pouring down my throat, I wanted even more, so finally I pulled back from his butt, my face slimy with spit.

“Up on the bed.”

Ethan obeyed eagerly, clambering onto the mattress and flopping over onto his back. I went to the bathroom and returned with a square foil-wrapped package and a plastic tube. I’d stashed them in my toilet kit, just in case, and I was glad I had.

He looked worried when he saw the condom and lube.

“Man, I don’t know if I can do that-”

I realized what he was thinking, and laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you-this time.” I climbed up on the bed and pulled my strap off of him in one motion, taking a long heady whiff from the pouch before I tossed it across the room. “The rubber’s for you.” I got rid of my own jock, which was soaking wet by now, before I hooded his rod and greased him up. Then I squatted over his body, grabbing his shoulder to steady myself with one hand while I guided his cock to my asshole with the other. Slowly I let my weight down, feeling the blunt head pushing at my back door. Suddenly I yelped with pain as his cock broke through my resisting ring and slid inside. It had been a while since I’d been fucked and I could feel it.

Daniel’s athletic, muscular build was also a turn on for Katie. She always enjoyed seeing him at the pool in the summer time with his shirt off. However, almost all girls enjoyed Daniel’s facial features. He had a handsome, chiseled face, with a strong jaw line. His blonde hair was always looking nice, especially after he had it cut. His eyes, though, made girls’ hearts melt. Daniel had the biggest blue eyes girls had ever seen. He found that when he was with girls, he would catch them staring deeply into his eyes. This made Daniel feel good about himself. He loved catching girls off guard, just because they were mystified by his blue eyes.

“Well…” Daniel really did not know what to say. “Katie, I think you are a very beautiful young woman. I have always felt that way. Seeing you as I did earlier was very surprising to me. That was why I was staring. I have never thought of you in any way except for a friend of mine that was quite pretty. (This was a bit of a lie, but Daniel did not find it appropriate to divulge his true feelings, yet)”

“Daniel, stop there. I see what you are saying.” Katie was visibly upset now. “What you are trying to say is that I am ‘cute,’ which means that you don’t find my body attractive, even when I am naked. I was hoping that you would tell me that you found me sexy and that you enjoyed looking at my body.”

All of a sudden, it hit Daniel. Daniel realized that Katie was no longer the little girl he knew since she was in preschool. Katie had become a woman. She was seeking attention and approval from someone that she trusted, and Daniel had not given it to her. Daniel had let his friend down, and this bothered him greatly.

“No, Katie that is not what I am trying to say at all. I didn’t want to embarrass you or me. I now realize that you aren’t embarrassed at all, or so it seems. Katie, I am very attracted to you. You are so beautiful. Yes, I was staring at you earlier because I was surprised. I was surprised to see such a grown up, sexy woman. You have grown up before my eyes, and I hadn’t really known it. Yes, I was staring because I liked what I saw. I liked what I saw a lot.”

Daniel regretted it right after it happened, but it just was the right thing at the right time. Katie looked in his eyes, leaned closer, and placed her soft lips on Daniel’s. Taken by surprise, Daniel did not kiss back at first. Quickly, he came to life, and kissed his friends lips as she wanted. The kiss did not last long. In fact, it was only a few short seconds, but it was long enough to change the way both Katie and Daniel viewed the relationship.

Daniel cared about Katie. He cared about her enough that he almost walked out of the room after the kiss. He did not want to let his (sexual) feelings hurt the relationship. More importantly, he did not want to hurt Katie’s feelings. Daniel knew that he had been a friend to Katie. It was just now that he knew how much of a friend he had been. He wanted so desperately to take their relationship beyond a friendship. However, he knew that it would be very difficult, since he was going to be graduating college, and she still had a year of high school left. Not to mention the fact that he would be student teaching in her school next semester. That would make for an odd situation. Of course, there were Katie’s parents to consider. What would they think about their daughter being involved with a guy five years older than her? That would be an issue to resolve later. For some reason, Daniel did not consider her parents a difficult obstacle.

It turned out that Daniel did not leave the room after the kiss. After the first kiss, Katie jumped all over Daniel. The two began passionately kissing. This heavy-duty make-out session went on for several minutes. Daniel felt like he was back in high school again. He felt like he was with any high school girl, just trying to cop a feel while they were making out. In a way, this was exactly the case. Daniel understood that Katie was far less experienced than he was when it came to sex. He knew that Katie had boyfriends in the past, but the relationships never lasted very long. From conversations with both Katie and Katie’s mom Carol, he knew that Katie and her boyfriends hardly, if ever, went past the traditional high school make out session.

Finally, Daniel was able to break the strangle hold that Katie had on him. By this point, he was quite turned on, with the growing mound in his pants as clear evidence.

“Katie, we need to talk about this, but I am not sure how to start. I realize that I have quite a bit more experience with sex than you do. I assume that this making out is about as far as you have gone with a guy.”

Daniel looked at Katie for an answer. She quickly nodded her head, as if she did not want to talk about it.

“I just want to let you know that whatever we do, you need to be comfortable with. If you ever feel like we are going too far, you have to tell me, because I will not know if you don’t.”

“Daniel, I feel as if you are treating me like a little girl again. I am all grown up now. You don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. Now, would you get back to kissing me?”

Once again, Daniel was surprised by the maturity that Katie displayed. This did not stop him from continuing to kiss the beautiful eighteen year old, though. Katie’s short speech motivated Daniel to move forward. As the two were continuing their intense kissing, Daniel allowed his hands to roam. First, they made their way to Katie’s face. Daniel loved to hold a girl’s face while they were kissing. He felt that it made the moment much more intimate. Daniel continued to let his hands run their course over Katie. They moved from her face, smoothly down her t-shirt clad back, to her ass. When his hands grabbed Katie’s ass, it took her by surprise. It made her jump a little, leading Daniel to think that he should move his hands. He did, as he brought them back towards her face.

Quickly, Katie reached behind her, grabbed Daniel’s hands, and moved them back to her ass.

“You just tickled me, that’s all,” said Katie, as she briefly stopped her kissing.

While fondling her ass, Daniel began to move his kisses elsewhere. He gently moved his lips along her left cheek, until he reached her ear. There, he planted soft, delicate kisses before moving down to her neck. During this time, Katie was allowing her hands to explore a little as well. First, it was just some light rubbing of Daniel’s back. When Daniel began kissing her neck, she began running her hands through his hair. Daniel really enjoyed this. He found that having his hair played with really turned him on.

Katie’s hands maintained their kneading of Daniel’s hair. Meanwhile, Daniel was still kissing Katie’s neck, but his hands were on the move. His left hand began creeping up Katie’s side. Daniel wanted to feel her breasts. He wanted to feel what had him so enchanted earlier that night. For some reason, he was getting quite nervous. It was not as if Daniel had never done this before. He was quite experienced when it came to sex, so touching a clothed breast was nothing new to him. He just felt like he was doing it all again for the first time.

Perhaps, Daniel felt this way because he knew that anything more he did would probably be a first for Katie. This would be Daniel’s first time to “break in” a girl. Daniel had always fooled around with girls who were more experienced than he was. He just wanted to make Katie’s first experience both enjoyable and memorable, as his first times had been. This made Daniel nervous.

Finally, Daniel’s hand had reached the side of Katie’s chest. Now, the two were engaged in some slower kissing. Tentatively, Daniel moved his hand over Katie’s right breast. He could tell that she was wearing a sports bra, as usual. When he began to squeeze softly her ample teenage breast, Katie let out a soft sigh into Daniel’s mouth. He could tell that she enjoyed the touch, but he did not want to push the envelope too far. He did not want to scare Katie by making her uncomfortable. These thoughts were quickly thrown out the window as Katie moved away from Daniel’s hand, and lifted her t-shirt over her head.

“There, now you can do a little better job,” said Katie excitedly.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” asked Daniel. Katie was acting quite calm and mature. “You seem so confident and sure. This isn’t just because you think I want it, is it?”

“No, Daniel. This is my first time. The reason I haven’t done it before is, because I wasn’t that comfortable with the guys I was dating. Yes, we made out a little, but it never went beyond that. Besides, I never dated them very long. I feel like I have been dating you much longer, because I know you so well.

This was enough to convince Daniel. Katie obviously knew what she wanted. He found that she was mature far beyond her years. This made the age difference seem much less significant to Daniel. As Katie had hinted at, Daniel moved his hand back to her breast. Even through her black sports bra, he could feel the firmness of her young chest. As Daniel leaned in to kiss her, Katie leaned back on the bed, leading Daniel’s lips to her neck once again. Daniel placed kisses on his young friend’s neck, as Katie began to stroke his chest. Daniel could tell that Katie was getting more excited by his touch, as her hand began to rub his chest much harder.

Coyly, Katie began to speak. Daniel could tell that she was now just a little cautious, but did not feel uncomfortable in the least.

“I’ll show you my chest if you show me yours,” she began. “I want to feel your hands on my bare chest, and I want to feel your bare chest with my hands.”

Without waiting for a reply, Katie reached for the top button of Daniel’s shirt. As she started removing the buttons, she leaned in to kiss Daniel. This kiss was the most sensual the two had shared. It made Daniel feel that, although Katie was not experienced, she was entirely comfortable with him, even with her shirt off. When Katie had finished the last button, she reached for the collar to push the shirt off Daniel’s shoulders. As the shirt hit the bed, Katie moved her hands to the elastic at the bottom of her bra. Daniel could tell that she was nervous. Her eyes were fixed on the bed. She would not look at Daniel.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can stop right now.”

“No, Daniel. I want to do this. It’s just that, no one has ever touched my breasts before. This is all so new for me. I’m a little scared, that’s all.”

“It’s okay to be scared, Katie. Just do what your heart tells you. We can stop if you still feel scared.”

Katie really did not feel any better about taking off her bra. She wanted to so badly, but she was terrified. Although it seemed like a minor hurdle to Daniel, this was a fifty-foot wall for Katie. As Katie deliberated about what to do, Daniel had moved closer and embraced her. The hug made Katie feel better. Daniel’s hands on her bare skin felt amazing. This gave her enough courage to proceed.

Katie reached for Daniel’s hands and placed them where hers had been. Daniel was now lightly holding the elastic to her bra. He did not want to continue unless Katie was ready. When he looked at Katie, she gave him a small nod to say that she was ready. Daniel wanted to make this as natural as possible for Katie. While he slowly pulled on the elastic, exposing her beautiful breasts, he kept his eyes locked on Katie’s eyes. He did not want to make Katie feel like all the attention was on her breasts. This would only make her more nervous.

As Daniel pulled the bra to her shoulders, he still had eye contact with Katie. Without making a sound, Katie lifted her arms, and Daniel pulled her garment off, placing it on the bed next to her shirt. Daniel wrapped one arm around Katie’s lower back and pulled her close. He began kissing her ever so softly. So softly, that Katie could barely feel it. Katie broke the kissing, and Daniel’s eyes finally fell to her chest. Even though he had just seen them earlier, he was amazed. Her lightly tanned breasts were perfectly rounded with small pink aureoles and nipples. Her full 34 C chest was perfectly rounded and firm. The breasts had no sag in them, as they were perked high on her chest, appearing to defy gravity.

“Are they that bad looking,” Katie began worriedly.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask such a question?” Daniel responded, “They are gorgeous. I am just trying to admire them.”

“You have been looking at them for almost a minute, and you haven’t even touched them yet. I took my bra off, because I wanted to feel your hands on my bare breasts.”

To avoid any more delay, Daniel moved closer to Katie, beginning to kiss her again, while he moved his left hand over her now naked chest. Daniel felt like he had gone to heaven when he felt her heaving breasts. They were the most magnificent breasts he had ever felt. So firm, yet soft and tender were Katie’s large globes. As Daniel moved to kiss Katie’s neck, a loud noise from upstairs startled the two half-naked friends. The garage door, which was right above Katie’s room, was opening.

Katie said nervously, “That’s the rest of my family. My brother had his last flag football game tonight. They are probably getting home from that.” Katie became quite panicked. “Oh my gosh, what will I do if they catch us. We have to hurry Daniel.”

“Katie, just calm down. Here, put this on,” Daniel said as he grabbed her bra from the bed.

While Katie was placing her breasts back in the bra, Daniel found his own shirt and buttoned back up, accidentally missing a few on the way. Katie found her t-shirt and put it on. By the time the two stepped out of the room, Daniel and Katie could hear Carol calling for both of them. (Carol would have seen Daniel’s car out front, so she knew that he was in the house.)

As the two walked up the stairs, Katie squeezed Daniel’s hand, getting his attention. She looked at Daniel, mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to him, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. When the two hit the top of the stairs, Katie broke her hand away, as her mom was just around the corner. This was something the two of them would have to discuss later.

Katie and Daniel entered the kitchen, where Carol and Mark, Katie’s parents, were.

“There you are,” Carol said as the two entered the kitchen. “So, what have you guys been up to?”

Daniel and Katie were silent for a second. Neither wanted to speak yet. Knowing it was an odd silence, Daniel managed to say a few words.

“I was just watching ESPN. I think Katie was doing some homework.”

“That’s good,” Mark said, “How was practice, Katie?”

Daniel looked at Katie. He could tell that she was upset already. Katie probably had not talked to her parents about basketball and her horrible experiences. He was afraid that Katie was going to burst into tears again. Of course, Carol and Mark did not know a thing, so they would have been surprised to see Katie so upset about the game she loved so much.

“It…it was good,” Katie managed, as she fought back tears that went unnoticed by her parents.

Being the sports fan that he was, Mark continued to ask his daughter about the team. Amazingly, Katie was able to answer the questions without much trouble, at least until Mark said something about Katie’s wonderful coach.

“You know, I think that Coach Barker isn’t so bad,” Mark started. “I’ve heard some people don’t like him, but he seems like a nice guy to me, and he keeps winning. I don’t know what else you could ask for in a coach. What do you think, Katie?”

Katie could not take it any longer. She burst into tears and ran downstairs, locking herself in her room. The looks on Carol and Mark’s faces were astonishing. Neither could believe that Katie would get so upset over Coach Barker. After looking at each other in disbelief, Carol and Mark went to Katie’s room. As Daniel had expected, Katie did not want to talk to either of them. When they came back upstairs, the parents looked defeated. No, they looked like they had been crushed by the opponent. Katie had always talked to them before about her problems. They did not understand why should would start keeping things to herself now.

Carol and Mark kept their minds off the situation by fixing supper. As usual, Carol invited Daniel to stay for supper, and, as usual, Daniel accepted. Carol knew that Katie had become good friends with Daniel over the last few years. She had seen the two talk all the time when he came over and knew that the two even shared phone calls occasionally. Carol thought that Daniel might know something about Katie’s problem with Coach Barker. This made Daniel afraid.

Daniel could tell that Carol was trying to ask him something, but was just a little too timid to ask. She did not want to assume that Daniel knew something. She did not want him to know that she knew about his good friendship with her daughter. (If only she knew the actions of that day!)

Daniel managed to sneak out of the kitchen for a few minutes. He went down to Katie’s room, asking if he could talk to her. Katie let him in, and the two sat on the bed.

“Katie, your parents deserve to know what is going on with Coach Barker. They are very worried about you.”

“I know they are worried about me. I just don’t think I can tell them. It hurts me too much. I have already told you. That was hard enough on me.”

“I can talk to them about it if you want me to, Katie. I don’t have to tell them everything. I will only tell them what you want me to. They probably don’t need to know about the sex. That will just get them too worried. Does that sound okay to you? I will only do it if you want me to.”

“Yes, that sounds good. But, don’t bring it up, make them ask you first. I don’t want them to get any ideas about us, yet.”

Daniel understood why Katie was afraid. He knew that she felt her parents would be extremely upset with her if they knew about their new relationship. He also knew that if he told them about the sex, they would want to question Katie even more. Also, he knew that there would be a huge seen at the school, with her parents right in the middle of it. This would not help Katie’s cause whatsoever.

Daniel went back to the kitchen where Carol and Mark were grilling hamburgers and hot dogs for supper. It was not long before Carol managed to speak up.

“Daniel, has Katie said anything to you about Coach Barker? I know you two have become pretty good friends lately. She was just so upset. I wish Mark and I knew what was going on.”

Daniel knew he had to tell her something. He could not keep everything a secret from them.

“Well, yes, she has mentioned a few things,” Daniel stated, getting Carol and Mark’s full attention. “She feels that she is being treated unfairly by Coach Barker. If what she tells me is at all true, I would definitely agree with her. According to Katie, Coach Barker does not choose who gets to play based on talent, skills, or even work ethic. According to Katie, the girls that get to play are those that are wealthy, those that have parents that can afford to pay him off. She even said that he plays the girls that dress very risqué and flirt with him at school. She says that he pays no attention to her in practice, even though she is the best shooter on the team.”

Carol and Mark did not want to believe what Daniel was telling them. They knew that Katie was a good player, but also knew that the school had many girls that were really good players.

Mark was the first to speak after Daniel had spilled the beans. “I don’t know about this. How could he ever win if he chose his players that way? I mean, every year they are so good. I have a feeling that Katie is just upset that she isn’t getting to play much. Shoot, they haven’t even played an actual game yet. How does she know she’s going to be riding the bench?”

“That’s just it Mark,” Daniel stated. “They ARE good every year. That’s because the school has THAT much talent. It doesn’t matter who Coach Barker puts on the court. They will be a good team no matter what. The players and parents know that there is so much talent that they need to get a leg up on the competition. That is why they do this. Katie seemed very sincere about this whole thing. I think I would be able to tell if she was just complaining because she will not get to play much.”

During the conversation, Carol had remained quiet. She was trying to sift through everything that had been tossed at her the last few minutes. She was also trying to formulate a plan of action, but was not having any luck.

“So, where do we go from here?” asked Carol. “Is there any proof of what Katie has told you? I suppose we could go to the principal and inform him of this.”

Daniel had to come in here. He knew that going to the principal would do nothing. “Carol, I don’t think that going to the principal is going to do anything for you or Katie. Besides, the principal will side with Coach Barker. There really isn’t any proof, I don’t think. The team does keep winning every year. How could you show that he isn’t playing the best players. Plus, he really isn’t doing anything illegal, as far as we know. However, I do have an idea.”

Carol and Mark were both quite interested. The last thing they wanted to do was make a scene at school and turn out to be wrong. They were willing to listen to anything now.

“I have heard that the high school is looking for a student assistant coach for the girls’ varsity team. One of the assistants just decided that she didn’t want to do it any more. I know that they have a few college students in that same role for other sports. I will be student teaching at the high school next semester. I think that if I inquired about it, I would get the job. I could probably start on Monday. That would give me an opportunity to see what really goes on at practice. I might even be able to get a few things out of the other players and maybe Coach Barker, too.”

Carol and Mark thought it was a good idea. Carol immediately looked up the number for the high school principal and gave the number to Daniel. Daniel knew that the principal would not be in, because it was suppertime, but he went ahead and left him a message. He told him that he would be student teaching next semester, that he had heard the school was looking for the student assistant, and that he would be interested in filling that role. He left his cell phone number and email address so the principal could reach him quickly.

Around 9:30 that night, Daniel had a call on his cell from the principal. The principal informed him that he would have to meet with Coach Barker and Daniel before he could give Daniel the student assistant position. They agreed to meet the next day at 10:00 a.m. in the high school office. Daniel immediately hung up and called Carol.

“Carol?… Hi, this is Daniel. I just talked to the principal. I have a meeting with him and Coach Barker tomorrow morning at 10:00…Yes, I know, it is good news. Are we still on for tonight?…Good, I have been thinking about you all week…

“To find out about Daniel and Carol’s ‘meeting,’ as well as to continue the story, please read Undercover Basketball, Ch. 2, coming soon. ”