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the whispering prairie winds

Chapter Four

The drive back to college at Chadron gave me plenty of time to think about my options. I had been to Omaha a few times and that was a good possibility for my first teaching position. I had never thought about coaching, but the thought of doing that intrigued me. I know that going back home would never be the same. I had left the farm a boy and would be going back as a man, a gay man.

Then there was Matt to think about. I enjoyed his company, but he was a sophomore and I would be completing my master’s degree. He would have two more years of college. I enjoyed Matt’s company, and of course the sex part was great. I still didn’t know if it was love. How does one know that they were in love?

Kyle arrived at the dorm at the same time that I arrived and as he was unloading his truck called out, “Hey, Ty how was your weekend home?”

“It was a good visit,” I replied. “My high school coach wants me to apply for an assistant coaching job there.”

“Coaching, no fucking shit,” Kyle exclaimed as he threw his bag on his bed! “You never mentioned that you wanted to coach. I always thought you want to be a chemistry teacher.”

“That the plus side,” I said. “I would also be teaching chemistry.”

“Are you going to take the job,” Kyle inquired?

“It hasn’t officially been offered to me,” I explained. “I left my resume for my parents to give to Coach Baumann. But, I’ll have to explore my options. What are your plans for after graduation?”

“I’m looking into a few things,” Kyle said. “You know that I’m not as smart as you, so I don’t have the as many options. Kendra’s dad wants me to come to work with him in his construction company.”

“Kendra’s dad, huh,” I asked? “This sounds serious.”

“We’re getting married,” Kyle giggled. “I want you to be my best man.”

“I’d be honored,” I said. “When is the big event?”

“First week in June in Scottsbluff,” Kyle grinned. “When are you going to find a good woman and tie the knot?”

“That’s not going to happen,” I said.
“Why not, Ty, you’re a good looking guy,” Kyle stated.

“Because I’m gay,” I blurted out. Even to this day I don’t know why I decided to tell Kyle. It could have been because I’d revealed to my parents that I was gay. Maybe it was because I was just tired of the lies. However, when I saw the look on Kyle’s face I maybe I’d probably made a mistake. He didn’t say a word to me, but just looked at me with this blank stare. Kyle suddenly left the room without saying a word.

I suppose I should have been upset at Kyle’s reaction, but for some strange reason I wasn’t. I kind of figured it was his problem and not mine. I unpacked and then checked my E-mail. No, I didn’t need a credit card, I didn’t need to make my dick bigger (thank you very much), and damn sure didn’t need Viagra. I certainly didn’t have any problems getting an erection.

I was tired from the weekend and decided to hit the sack early. I stripped down and crawled into my bed. Yeah, I sleep in the buff; but then so does Kyle. I was just about to doze off when Kyle came back into the room. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said when he turned on the light. “I thought maybe you’d gone out.”

“Nah, I wasn’t asleep yet,” I yawned.

“Look Ty, I’m sorry for reacting the way I did,” Kyle apologized. “You just caught me off guard, and I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Can you stand sharing a room with a homo until the end of the semester,” I asked Kyle?

“You haven’t tried to rape me after four years, so I guess I’m safe,” Kyle joked. I don’t know why I was surprised when you told me. Kendra said a long time ago that you were gay.”

“I guess Matt told her,” I said. For some reason I wasn’t pissed at Matt for blabbing. I supposed I should have been angry.

“Hell no, she told me that a long time before you started fucking Matt,” Kyle laughed. “Kendra is a fag hag you know.”

I was happy to see Matt after the weekend, and it showed if you know what I mean. Kyle had promised that he would keep Kendra busy until at least eleven, but I really doubted that she would have cared what Matt and I were doing. I could also see that Matt was glad to see me too when he greeted me at the door. He pulled me inside and pressed his hard cock against me as we kissed.

Matt pulled me into his room and had his ass and my cock lubed almost before I was undressed. Fuck, he had a cute ass. Usually there was a lot of kissing and cuddling before sex, but I guess we were both really horny. He had his legs in the air and was begging for my cock like it had been a year since he was last fucked. Of course he really didn’t need to beg since I was as horny as he was. I pushed my cock into his ass a little at a time until it was all the way in. I tried to go slow to make it last, but right away I was pounding him like there was no tomorrow.

As I was leaving Matt and Kendra’s apartment, I met Kendra coming home. She gave me this ‘I know what you’ve been doing’ grin. I gave her the same ‘I know what you’ve been doing too’ grin.

It was near graduation and I still hadn’t decided on the coaching job. I wasn’t sure how long they would keep it open for me. I had a few other offers, but I couldn’t seem to make a decision. That wasn’t like me since I usually was sure of myself. One afternoon I drove out to the same farm road where Matt and I had fucked before. I just sat on the hood of my Jeep thinking.

The prairie wind seemed to be trying to talk to me as it did back on the farm. When I was a kid I really believe it was talking to me. Now if it was talking it just seemed to say, “Noooooooooo.” But, no what?

“Have you decided on a job,” Matt asked after we had just finished fucking?

“I’m pretty sure I’ll take the coaching job back home,” I said. “So far it seems to be the best offer.”

“I guess when you go we’ll just drift apart,” Matt said with sadness. “I’ll still have two more years of college.”

“You can come and visit me,” I offered.

“I’d like that,” Matt smiled. “What would your parents think about that though?”

There cool with my being gay, but I’ve already decided that I’m not moving back home,” I said. “I read somewhere that once you leave home you can never truly go home again.”

Graduation finally arrived and I was more than ready to get on with a career. I would really miss Matt. It wasn’t just sex, but I’d become very fond of Matt. I still couldn’t say that it was love. Strong feelings, maybe but I wasn’t sure about love.

“This is Matt,” I said as I introduced him to my parents at my graduation.

Both of my parents were cool about meeting Matt. Mom smiled warmly at Matt and said, “I’m glad to finally get to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
My Dad shook Matt’s hand and said, “Any boyfriend of Tyler’s is a, well friend of ours.” He then laughed as if he’d told the funniest joke in the world. Mom of course just rolled her eyes.

After graduation ceremonies my parent’s went back home and I decided to spend one last night in Matt’s apartment. I guess you might say it was for a goodbye fuck. I guess more appropriately it was for goodbye fucks. It was almost like we were loading up for a long dry spell.

I awoke with Matt’s butt against my cock. He seemed to be pushing it back against me, and I could feel myself getting hard. I brought my hand over him and found his already hard cock. I began to stroke him and he pushed his ass up to my cock as if to say, ‘Come one in.’ My cock answered the call by saying, ‘Don’t mind if I do.’ My cock seemed to just naturally find its way to the welcoming warmth of Matt’s ass. I came a large amount even though I had cum three times that night.

Matt prepared a delicious breakfast before my departure. He walked me to my Jeep and we kissed before I drove away, without caring that we might be seen. I thought of Matt, my new job and going back home on the drive home.

I spend the remainder of the summer working on the farm, but when football practice began I rented a small house a short distance of the school. However, in this town everything is a short distance. Mom and Dad “just happened” to need new furniture. Of course I got their “old” furniture. This was the first time I’d ever lived alone. It was a surreal feeling knowing that I was really on my own.

My first phone call was to Matt to invite him to come for a visit before he started his junior year. He enthusiastically agreed since he was likely as horny as I was. I anxiously awaited Matt’s arrival. It was now my turn to cook for Matt, and that made me a little nervous. “This is really good,” Matt said as he eagerly consumed the chicken casserole that I had prepared.

“I’m just trying to give you energy for what I have in mind,” I teased.

“You’re the one that needs the energy,” Matt laughed. “I’m just going to lie there with my legs in the air.”

“Like hell you are,” I said. “I know you carry on when you’re getting fucked.”

Matt cleared the dished and helped me wash them. Of course there was a lot of kissing and fondling while we worked. When the last dish was put away, I took Matt’s hand and led him to the bedroom. I was anxious to get him undressed and start plowing his cute ass. We were both so horny that in our eagerness and fumbling we probably took longer than it should have. Clothes were flying like snow in a Nebraska blizzard.

My hungry mouth found Matt’s and our tongues were exercising each other. My hand found his cock at about the same time his hand found mine. His cock was wet and slippery with pre-cum. His pre-cum mixed with mine was all the lube we needed. I hadn’t fucked since I last saw Matt, and I also hadn’t jacked off for a few days. I was saving all my cum for Matt’s ass. As horny as I was I expected to cum quickly, but to my surprise I didn’t.

I could feel Matt’s fingers digging into my back as I was nearing climax. As I erupted into Matt’s ass and deposited an enormous amount of cum, he shot nearly as much on his chest, my chest and even his hair. I lowered myself onto him and kissed him with passion. I didn’t care that there was about a cup of his cum smeared between our bodies.

After a several minutes of cuddling and afterglow, I took Matt’s hand and led him to the shower. I shampooed the cum out of Matt’s hair and then thoroughly washed the cum that had dripped out of his ass. Matt seemed to really enjoy that. When Matt washed my cock I got an enormous hard-on. We fucked again in the shower before going back to bed. “We’re going to my parent’s for dinner tomorrow,” I said as I cuddle up to Matt’s butt after our sex.

“Is this like meeting the future in-laws,” Matt joked.

“Matt, what do you think it will be like being separate for such long periods,” I asked? “We both are very sexual.”

“I’ve thought about that, but maybe we should see other people,” Matt said. “But, what do you think?”

“I think you’re probably right, but it isn’t likely I’ll be getting sex in this town,” I said. “We cans still try to see each other on occasion.”

My parents were gracious to Matt and I think he felt very comfortable with them. The conversation was friendly and soon we were all laughing and enjoying the atmosphere. In spite of Mom’s protest, Matt and I cleaned up after dinner and did the dishes. Okay, we loaded the dishwasher. But, we did the rest.

“Who is this with you when you were young,” Matt asked as he was looking at the many pictures Mom had on display.

“That’s Tanner,” I said. It’s strange that I never thought I would lose contact with Tanner, but I did. I somehow had a feeling that the same would happen between Matt and me.

“You were both cute when you were young,” Matt said. “Was Tanner your friend?

“I’m still cute, and I’m not that old,” I laughed. “Tanner was kind of a cousin.”

“What in the hell does that mean,” Matt questioned?

“He was the nephew of aunt.” I explained. “Well she was my aunt by marriage. She married my Uncle Bob.

“How did you lose contact,” Matt inquired?

“We were about ten when he came to visit with my aunt,” I explained, as I thought about how badly Aunt Barbara had treated Tanner. “My aunt was mean to him and my Mom talked to her brother, my uncle. Anyway, Tanner ended up going to Houston to live with a gay great-uncle. I guess at that age it is easy to lose contact.”

I introduced Matt to Bo and we rode him double with no saddle. His butt was rubbing against my cock and I wanted to fuck him right there. I managed to hold out until we got back to my house. We started stripping as we entered the house, and we were completely nude by the time we reached bedroom. Needless to say our cocks were both hard. We fucked with the same enthusiasm as we had the night he arrived.

I was in my briefs cooking bacon and eggs when Matt came into the kitchen completely nude. Shit he had a cute ass. I pulled him to me and gave him a deep kiss. I could feel his cock getting hard, and I pushed him away and said, “You’d better sit down and have some breakfast, and then I’ll take care of that erection you have there.”

I sucked Matt until he came in my mouth, and then he wanted me to fuck him again before he left for home. Of course I was happy to oblige.

I kissed Matt goodbye and suddenly the house felt empty without him. Somehow I felt that something had changed between us.

I was really getting into this football coaching. However, my real enjoyment was teaching. The first year went by very quickly. We were already a week into football practice when Jason came to practice. Jason’s family had lived here before and had moved back from Denver. The rumor was that Jason had gotten into some sort of trouble there. Jason came with a lot of talent and a lot more attitude. He was of the opinion that he was good enough that he didn’t need to practice.

Jason was a good looking kid, and I know I would have had the hots for him had I been his age. We were a week away from our first game and Jason was putting absolute no effort into practice. “He has a lot of potential, but he shouldn’t get to start,” I told Coach Baumann. “He half-ass practices, and then bitches about that.”

Needless to say, Jason was pissed about not getting to start. When he sent into the game during the second half he missed an easy block that would have allowed the running back to score. I think he was just pissed because he didn’t get the ball. I pulled him out of the game and sat his butt on the bench. “Jason, you missed that block on purpose.” I yelled at him. “I don’t mind a missed block so much when you’re out there trying, but this is a team. Apparently you don’t want to be part of the team. If you can’t become a team player then you need to turn in your gear. Now do you think you can play as part of the team if I put you back in?”

Jason nodded yes, and apparently I had made a believer of him because he had a great second half. “I don’t know what you said to motivate him, but whatever it was worked,” Coach Baumann said. Yeah, he had a first name. I just couldn’t bring myself to call him Paul yet. He was still Coach as far as I was concerned.

“Jason, could I speak to you,” I said when Jason came to practice Monday. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to him, but I thought it was necessary. “Jason, you have so much talent and potential. I’d hate to see it wasted because you’re not a team player. Now do you want to tell me what’s bugging you?”

“It’s noting,” Jason meekly replied.

“It’s something when it affects the team,” I said. “My guess is that you’re angry because your parents moved you away from your friends to this middle of no where town. You had to leave your friends, and you don’t feel like the guys here accept you. But, Jason, they’ll never accept you if you don’t try to become part of the team. I know it’s tough for you. I grew up in this town and I know how people here can be. Give them a chance and soon you’ll feel like you belong. I’ve done all the talking now do you want to talk?”

“Thanks Coach, I’ll do my best,” Jason promised. “But some of that other stuff I don’t want to talk about.”

“Fair enough for me,” I said. “But, anytime you want to talk I’ll listen.”

Jason kept his word and became a part of the team. The rest of the team accepted him to the extent that they could. To some it just takes longer. I did have some concerns about Chase Brownell’s attitude toward Jason. It wasn’t that he said or did anything, but it was the body language that teenage boys can get when they have an attitude.

It was near the end of the season and Jason had won the game for us on a last minute 53 yard touchdown run. The team members were all congratulating Jason and patting him on the back. I could tell that Chase didn’t care for all the attention that Jason was getting.

The most of the team had just come out of the shower when I heard a loud argument in the locker room. I went to investigate and I was sure it had something to do with Chase and Jason. I arrived just in time to stop Jason from punching Chase. I grabbed him around his arms. Shit, he had a nice teenage body, and was almost as strong as I was. Chase must have felt brave while I was restraining Jason and tried to punch him. One of the other coaches then restrained Chase. Chase began yelling, “Yeah, take up for the faggot. Have him tell you how he had to leave Denver because he got caught sucking another player’s cock.” Jason tried to break free from my grip and it was took all of my strength to keep him from getting at Chase.

“What was that all about,” Coach Baumann asked after some of Chase’s friends had managed to get him out of the locker room. Some other players had already put Jason in his car and sent him on his way.

“Just a disagreement, but I’m sure it will blow over,” I told Coach. However, deep down I had my doubts.

“What was that I heard about Jason being queer,” Coach asked? “I’m not having some fag on the team.”

At first I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had the up most respect for Coach Baumann. Then it hit me that he had actually said it.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t want some fag coach,” I asked with an attitude?

“Hell no,” he said. “I’d fire his ass.”

“How about if I save you the trouble,” I said. “You’ll have my written resignation Monday.”

I could tell that I had blindsided Coach Baumann, but I also saw that he wasn’t backing down either.

“I understand you reassigned your coaching position,” Jason said as he came into my office.

“Yes, I have,” I admitted.

“Then I quitting football,” Jason said. “Do you believe those things Chase was saying about me? Is that why you resigned?

“What Chase said has nothing to do with my resigning,” I said. “It’s a personal decision. Don’t base your decision on quitting football on my not being there? Do you really want to play?”

“I’m not sure, Coach,” Jason said. “I think I played mostly to please my dad.”

“Jason, you have to please yourself before you can please anyone else,” I said.

With tears in his eyes Jason said, “What he said is true,”

“What who said,” I asked, although I had a pretty good idea.

“I’m gay,” Jason admitted. “That’s why my family moved me here.”

“Jason, where you live isn’t going to change what you are,” I said. “I know because I grew up here.”

“You’re gay too,” Jason asked?

“Yes, Jason, I am,” I admitted. “I don’t hide what I am, nor do I go around wearing rainbow colors either. I only recently came out to my parents. I admire you that you can admit that you’re gay.”

“Thank you Coach for all that you have done for me, and I hope I can be the man you are,” Jason said.

“Jason, you’re already as much of a man as anyone,” I said. “If you ever need anything just let me know.”

“You have to do what feels right for you,” Dad said to me when I told him of the incident with Coach. Your mom and I will always support and love you.”

I couldn’t believe this was coming from my Dad, but I loved him more than I ever had.

“What are your going to do now,” Mom asked.

“I’ve been thinking about getting my Ph.D.,” I said. “I’ll just have to figure out how to pay for it.”

“Your college fund,” Mom said.

“What college fund,” I asked?
“Your mom and I started putting money away for your college when you were in the first grade,” Dad answered for Mom. “You’re football scholarship paid for your education and that money is still there. We thought we would turn it over to you when you bought your first house.”

“What university have you considered,” Mom asked?

“I thought about the University of Wyoming,” I said. “It’s not all that far and I could come back on occasion to check on you old folks.”

“Hey, watch it son,” Dad laughed. “I’ll bet I could still take you out.”

I was accepted to the University of Wyoming. I did finish out my school year. However, Coach Baumann and I never spoke.

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