Jesse

Me and Jones sit on one side of the bus and Coach sits on the other, talking to someone on his phone.

I ask Jones if he’s done one of these things before.

“A few.”

“How come you volunteered anyway?”

“I’m the captain, I have to set an example. And plus, I’m gonna have to get used to stuff like this if I’m going pro next year.”

So he’s building up good PR already. This is why he’s going all the way and I’m not. That and the fact he’s way more talented than I am.

“Why did you volunteer?”

I shrug, “I like teaching people stuff.”

Nate comes to mind, sucking Nate off, nope. Think about something else, quick.

“I taught my sister how to play hockey, now she’s way better than me, but my dad won’t let her play.”

“Why not?”

I shrug. “It’s expensive and he already put me through hockey camps and all that shit.”

“Women’s hockey’s taking off, if she’s good, he should let her do it.”

Obviously Jones has never had to worry about his parents being able to afford hockey camp and equipment. I don’t bother trying to explain it to him.

When we get to the rink, Coach talks to a woman with a clipboard and I see all the kids lined up on the ice in their little hockey jerseys and their pads.

The outreach lady introduces herself as Laura and tells us what we’re going to be doing with the kids.

“They’re all very excited to have real life hockey players teaching them today,”

she tells us.

I can’t wait to get out there and see their little faces.

I volunteer to go in goal so our star centre can give them some tips on scoring. They start off with big foam balls and plastic sticks before moving onto pucks.

I hope none of these kids are secret Auston Matthews’s because I’m not even wearing proper goalie gear. Maybe that’s why Jones was eager to let me volunteer. I know he’s scared of messing up his pretty face or getting injured. God help him when he goes to the NHL and gets beat on by two-hundred pound men, who are like ten years older than him. I hope they have good defence next year in San Jose.

A few of the kids get a decent one on me, but I mostly let them score a goal or two even if they’re terrible.

It’s their smiles that make it worth it. Seeing them just enjoy the game for what it’s supposed to be – a game.

We’re out there for about an hour, but it flies by. When parents start showing up to pick up the kids, my heart sinks. I could have stayed out there all day messing around on the ice with them.

When we get back to campus, Jones heads to the gym and Coach grabs me and asks to see me in his office.

What did I do wrong?

“Laura was impressed with you today.”

“The outreach lady?”

“Yeah,”

Coach laughs, “her, she said if you’re looking for a job over the summer, there might be something for you there.”

“Seriously?”

“Would you be interested?”

I rub the back of my neck. It isn’t easy telling people what you want. Especially when it feels like some secret hope you’re not supposed to have.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve been thinking about what I wanna do when I graduate and, I think I wanna go into coaching or training or something like that.”

“Oh really?”

He’s smiling, so that must be a good thing, right?

“I think that’s a great idea , if you’re serious about it, I’ll keep an ear to the ground and see if there are any opportunities for you after graduation, but you’ll probably want to look at getting a grad degree in sport’s training if you really want to coach at the collegiate level.”

“A grad degree, that’d be expensive right?”

“If you did it here, it would be yeah. But you can go to community college, or night school while you work, or do it online, there’s loads of options now. Why don’t you make an appointment with the careers advisor and talk to them about it?”

“Okay, I will.”

“For now, I’d advise you to pad your resumé with more things like what we did today. And make sure you give Laura a call about that summer job.”

“Thanks Coach, I will.”

I have a text from Nate when I pull my phone out on my way to his house.

‘Mom and dad are out.’

My cock twitches. We don’t have to be quiet. We can take our time. Fuck, I can’t wait to make Nate moan like a porn star while I finger fuck him and suck him off again.

He kisses me inside the door and I think he’s going to push me against the wall and ask me to do it right here, but he leads me upstairs and pulls the attic stairs up so we’re really alone and away from distractions.

I take my time undressing us and kissing and licking him all over. I suck his cock and balls and lick a path down to his crack just to test. His hips jolt up and I ask him if it’s alright.

“Yes, do it again, please.”

I turn him onto his stomach and part his cheeks before going back in with my tongue. I don’t usually do this unless I’ve watched them get really clean for me, but this is Nate and I don’t care, I just want to make him feel good any way I can. He moans and brings his hand around to grab my head while I lick him and thrust my tongue inside him. I pull out and replace my tongue with my fingers and Nate bucks against me.

I press my chest against his back and rub my cock against his ass as I whisper, “I’m pulling out to get some lube, then I’ll be back.”

When I open the drawer, Nate turns his head and tells me to put a condom on.

When I was lying flush against his back, my cock so close to his ass, I could picture being inside him, I wanted it so badly, I didn’t care what the consequences might be, but now… I’m thinking once we do this, he’s done everything and he doesn’t need me anymore.

“Please .”

Fuck it. If I’m what he wants, he’ll keep calling, and if I’m not, then there’s nothing I can do about that.

Nate watches me open the new condom packet and put one on. I slick my cock up with lube, feeling his eyes on me the whole time.

I take my time opening him up with my fingers. Even though he seems impatient, I know better. He doesn’t rush me once he knows I’m going to do it. He rubs his cock against the bed while I fuck him with my fingers and slides his hand between his legs when he needs more. Okay, he’s definitely ready now.

“Nate, turn around.”

He flips onto his back and when he looks up at me, he looks confused.

“I need to see your face while I do this, I wanna make sure I’m not hurting you.”

“It’s okay, I know it hurts the first time.”

“No, who told you that?”

Hs cheeks get pinker than they already were, “Reddit.”

“Don’t listen to people on that, if I do it right, it won’t really hurt, okay?”

He nods, “might be a little uncomfortable, and like a second…”

never mind, the more I tell him the ways it might hurt, the more ways it definitely will, because he’ll be tense.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Nate nods.

I rest his ankles on my shoulders and bring his hips up closer to mine.

“Keep looking at me okay?”

He nods.

I line the head of my cock up to his hole and wait a second before pressing any further. I keep doing this, millimetre by millimetre until my head breaches his entrance. He gasps.

“Okay?”

He nods.

“Words Nate.”

“Yeah…”

he smiles, “and that might be hard.”

I laugh and wonder if he’ll feel the vibrations. “Same safe word?”

“Same safe word.”

We smile at each other and I slide in a little more. Nate closes his eyes and his eyebrows come together.

I push a little further and he moans. Fuck me he feels good. So warm and tight… A little further, he flinches and his eyes shoot open.

“Okay, I’ll stay here for now.”

He looks at me and nods and I bring my hand between us to stroke his cock.

“Oh fuck,”

“does that feel good?”

He nods, “yes, yes, fuck.”

I could just stay here doing this forever, Nate’s body clamped tight around my cock.

While he’s feeling good and distracted, I slide deeper in and this time he doesn’t flinch. Only when my head presses against that spot inside his legs turn to jelly and become dead weight on my shoulders. It’s a good job he’s light and I could bench press him if I wanted.

“That good?”

What he says kind of sounds like yeah. It’s definitely not no.

I stroke him and move in tiny pulses, pressing again and again at that spot until his cock starts leaking. I rub my thumb over the head and he shudders.

“… it feels… so… god… I mean… good.”

“Come for me.”

“Yes, no, not yet.”

He opens his eyes and focusses on me.

“Wanna make you come.”

“No, you first.”

Nate tries to come closer to kiss me. I don’t know how flexible he is so I give his legs a testing push and our lips brush.

“You’ll stop if I come.”

I laugh, because yeah, I will. This is his first time and my main objective is to cement it in his memory as really fucking good and nothing else. When he talks about it to people in the future, I want him to say the guy he did it with was all about his pleasure and made him come harder than he’d ever come before.

“Just let me make it good for you, please.”

That seems to work. He grabs my shoulders and starts moving with me, pulling out and thrusting back in a little harder than I was planning this first time.

“That feel okay?”

“Yes, so good, don’t stop.”

His cheeks are so pink as I thrust in and out, feeling his hips come to meet me in the middle. I take my hand off his cock so I can keep tight hold of his hips and he replaces it with his own like I wanted. I watch him jerk himself off while I let him set the tempo and match it. His eyes are closed when he comes, his mouth open on a silent moan as the breath escapes him and he starts to pulse around my cock. I could come if I just keep thrusting, but I slow down as he rides the last wave of his own orgasm and then pull out before it gets uncomfortable.

He lies there silent for a few minutes before turning his head to look at me.

“Okay?”

“. That was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.”

He flushes.

“You can’t blush now after what we just did.”

He laughs and buries his face into the pillow.

I kiss his shoulder and brush my lips against the back of his neck.

“You’re definitely not a virgin anymore,”

I say. If he’s had enough of me now, I’d rather know sooner rather than later so I can get used to it.

Nate flips over. His chest is shiny with sweat and cum. Fuck, I wanna lick it.

“I haven’t been a virgin since I gave you a blow job.”

“Is that what you count as sex?”

“Don’t you?”

“I guess.”

Nate looks down where my cock is straining against the condom. He snaps it off and throws it on the floor.

“Told you you’d stop when I came.”

I tuck his hair behind his ear, “I wanted to make it good for you.”

“Let me make it good for you now.”

He kisses me before going down.