Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 13:29:24 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: The New Coach, chapter 1

Hi friends. I'm at the moment writing on a new story, but in the meantime
you might want to read one of my really old stories. I wrote it for a girl
friend a lot of years back, and she made me promise not to post it on the
Internet. But now she has changed her mind and told me that I was free to
post it.

Enjoy. If you have any comments, post them to davidi50@hotmail.com

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Chapter 1.

I was 15 when my world was turned upside down, well, part of my world, the
part to do with sex.

First something about myself: As I said, 15 years old, 170 cm high, slim,
blonde hair and eyes, kind of olive complexion (my father was from France),
and not to brag, I was very handsome. I know that for sure, I have a lot of
pictures taken of me at that age. That was the curse of the men in my
family, very, very handsome until the end of puberty, then we all tends go
get a kind of thug look. We grow big, heavy and muscular, with lots of hair
growing all over with a 5'o clock shadow early midday. But all this was
years to come. Now I was just dark with big eyes, soft skin with no acnes or
blemish in my face. Even my cousin admitted that I was beautiful, but in a
"girlish way" (I'm sure he was envious).

But I was very shy. The girls were crazy about me, but I did not have the
nerve to go up and talk to one member of that species. So in the sex
department, I was as virgin as they get. I had not even touched a girl's
breast, and never seen one naked (if not counting my mother).

But I guess that's just half the truth. I was a very horny boy, I got
erections all the time at all the most embarrassing occasions, and I had
long ago learned how to get pleasure from my 11th finger. I was
masturbating, wanking off, beating the meat, whatever, at every possible
occasion. And of course I had some fun with my friends. We indulged in
circle games quite often, that is sitting together looking at porn and with
our trousers round our legs with hardons masturbating our stiff dicks. The
point was to see who could come first, who was biggest, who had most hair,
and so on Sometimes we did each other, and not so seldom two of us would do
some more advanced games, more on the oral side.

So it was not that I was inexperienced in sex, but it was sex with girls
that was our big and only dream and objective. My secret dream was to be
laid by an older woman. I could not understand why I was never asked. I
would be the perfect lover, staying rock hard all the time without help from
Viagra, and able to come several time in a row. Where were all the horny
girls and women? In me they could get it all, for free! But no, no gorgeous
blonde ever came up to me and asked me to fuck her. Stupid girls! I often
laid in bed after mom had said goodnight, caressing my hard dick dreaming
that it was the 25 year old sister of my best friend who laid naked beside
me slowly gliding my foreskin up and down my rock hard dick, whispering sexy
encouragements in my ear, before sitting down on me guiding my dick into her
pussy. At that stage I usually reached a shattering orgasm, spunking all
over my stomach and bed, coming to myself wet and exhausted, realizing it
was just an impossible dream.

But little did I know!

In sports I was the best in my class in swimming. The sport department
decided that I was so talented that I earned private coaching. So when
school started that fall, the sport department hired a swimming coach just
for me. I was to be given private coaching three times a week, after school
or in the evening.

I guess I was a bit excited when I learned that my new coach was a woman! I
thought that she would be old and just a ton of muscles, but when I met her
that Monday evening in the beginning of September, was I surprised and
shocked! The coach was a 23-year-old woman, very, very beautiful and sexy!
Just a bit taller than me, blonde (!), big blue eyes that made me tremble
the first time she looked into mine, slim and with big breasts! Wow! Was
this my dreams coming true?

We met outside the pool before changing, and shook hands.

"Hi, I'm Jane, your new coach."

I just blabbered something incoherent about being David, and that I was
pleased to see her.

She bored those big eyes into me, and kind of took stock of me from head to
foot, and she looked like she liked what she saw.

"OK David, let's get down to business. Change and be at the pool in five
minutes."

I ran off with a hammering heart and a growing lump in my pants. When
changing in front of my locker I saw to my agony that I was getting hard
just by thinking of her. Shit, she must not see me with a hardon in my
speedos. Even if it was not that small, it would show everything. But by
thinking of my last grade in history, and what dad would say when he learned
about it, I lost my erection before entering the hall where the pool was
situated.

The hall was empty except for Jane. She had on a very tight competition
swimming dress seamed to be made of the thinnest materials possible. My dick
jumped again, but I ordered it to think of my grades. When I went up to her
I was not hard anymore, but not as small as usual. I don't know if she
noticed.

She looked me over, and her gaze stopped at my speedos.

"Wow wow, this has to go! She pointed at my trunks."

Was she serious, should I take off my swimming trunks and train naked??? But
not so.

"You cannot do any serious swimming in those speedos. They're too big and
made of the wrong kind of materials. It will drag and slow you down. Now,
try these." She was picking up something smallish from her bag and handed it
to me.

"It's a competition speedo, used by the Olympic team. Put it on."

"Here? I looked horrified at her."

"Sure, there's nobody here, are there?"

"But..., but you..." I could not say more.

"Are you serious? Just turn your back to me and I'll promise not to look.
Not that you might have anything I've not seen before!"

Blushing hard with deep red ears signaling my shyness to the entire world, I
took the garment from her and went over to a corner. I turned my back to her
and took off my speedos. I could feel her eyes burning into my back even if
she had promised not to look when I stood there all naked for a sec before I
had tugged the new speedos up my thighs. It was tight all right, and small!
It just cowered my dick and balls, and a few of my precious hairs could be
seen over the hem. The material was so thin that the contours of my dick
were clear shown to all who bothered to see. Still blushing like a Christmas
pudding, I went over to her. Her critical eyes caressed my body.

"Hm, a bit small maybe, but it will do. OK, jump in and show me what you can
do."

I jumped into the water, and for the next ten minutes I forgot all about
sex. She ordered me to swim a couple of lengths, and I did the best speed I
could to impress her, but she was not impressed.

"Now, two lengths with speed!" I heard her yell to me over the noise from
the water.

Two more lengths. This time I gave her all I had.

"Well, not too bad, but there is a lot of room for improvement! Come over
here."

She had jumped into the water at the shallow end. I swam over to her.

"OK, first we do the arm strokes. Let me hold your legs and swim just by
your arms."

I laid flat in the water on my stomach while she grabbed hold of my legs and
started to do my arm strokes. But it was difficult to concentrate. I felt
her hands on my legs, halfway up to my knees. They were firm but soft on the
same time, and they felt so good. I realized that she had her hands on my
body just about two feet from my dick, and I started to get hard again. Just
before I had the chance to think more about this, she was finished with my
arm movements.

"You could do with keeping your head lower, and your arm movements should be
more fluid. Lets try the leg kicks," she said. "Turn over here and let le me
hold you."

I did not understand what she meant, but she indicated that she would
support me with her hand under my stomach, while I did the leg kicks. Which
I did. It worked beautiful; I kind of floated in the water with my hands
against the edge of the pool, kicking with my legs.

"Try to keep your behind down more!" she said. "Like this." And she pushed
my behind down with her hand.

She touched my behind! Electric shock raced through my body and converged in
my groin. My dick got rock hard in an instance.

"You have a very cute behind, you know that?" I heard her laugh a little.

Cute behind! I felt my ears go red again, but did not say anything, just
worked again with my legs and tried to forget my hard dick straining in my
speedos, but my concentration was blown.

"Remember your behind! Down!" With this she used her hand again. But somehow
she missed my buns and pushed me down at the lower part of my back. Her hand
slipped and slid halfway down under the hem of my speedos. I felt her hand
on the skin on my behind! Crazy! Crazy!

She just said "Ops!" and pulled out her hand and but it back on my behind,
outside the speedos this time. My head was spinning by now, and most of my
consciousness was concentrated on my behind and my raging dick. My hand
slipped at the pool's edge, and my body surged forward. Her hand, which had
been under my stomach, was suddenly under my groin, and I could feel it on
my hard dick. I'm sure I felt her giving me a little squeeze down there
before she took away her hand.

"Sorry, I slipped," she said.  But she did not look sorry. She hand a kind
of funny half smile on her face. And I could see that her nipples were hard
and pointing out like two small studs. Later I understood that she had
gotten real aroused by the incident, but at that age those things where
unknown to me.

She climbed up out of the pool. "I think we better end today's training. I
guess you have better things to do, right?" Again that funny smile on her
face.

Did she read my mind? Did she know what foremost on my mind now: To get to a
bathroom as soon as possible and release the tension that was building up in
my body like fire?

"OK, come on, get out of the pool and get changed so that we can talk about
the next session."

But I could not get up out of the pool as long as she was standing there!
How much I tried to think about my history marks, it was no way my dick
would get soft again. It was stretching the speedos to their limit! I said
nothing, just kept standing in the water.

"Oh poor David, I understand," she said. "I'll turn my back to you."

She turned around, and I climbed fast up. But just as I was standing up, she
turned around and I could feel her eyes burning holes in my straining
speedos. My ears radiated heat and I could almost see the red glow from my
blushing on the walls.

"Don't be ashamed David. It's OK. My brother gets hard just by watching my
legs." Again the funny smile.

"Your brother..." I stuttered. "How old is he?" At last my dick relaxed and
started to go back to its normal size (well, normal, I don't know, but soft
at least).

"He's fifteen, and a horny little devil. But you're a lot cuter than him. I
like you."

Cute, that was not what I wanted to be in her eyes. I wanted to be macho,
strong and big. But I better take what I can get, she liked me, that's
something!

"Wednesday at the same time, is that OK with you?"

I nodded, of course it was. Any time would be OK for me now, day or night!

"OK, till then. Sweet dreams!" She smiled to me and went out to the girls
changing rooms. But I'm sure she walked as sexy she could, and I was happy
she did not turn around this time, as my dick got instant hard again.

I raced out to the boys changing rooms, and locked myself into one of the
stalls. I tore down the speedos, and just after about 10 strokes, I erupted
all over the wall.