Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 15:24:01 +0000
From: M.J Jackman <reedofc@hotmail.com>
Subject: A New Family--Chapter 2

Jack felt nervous. He knew that Jason was much more nervous than he was,
so he felt like he needed to be the rock in the relationship. The one who
wasn't nervous at all. But he was so nervous. Jack had wanted to be a
father since he was in high school, and those feelings were amplified
even more when he met Jason 10 years ago. The two had met through Jeff
and Danielle. Jason had been Danielle's doctor throughout her pregnancy,
and had delivered their beautiful little boy, Timmy. Jack and Jeff had
known each other since high school, when they had been on the soccer and
baseball teams together. Jeff and Danielle introduced the two men to each
other at Timmy's second birthday party and they had hit it off right
away.
Jason was immediately attracted to Jack's strong features. Jack was tall,
6'4'' to be precise, and was quite muscular, with a broad hairy chest,
and thick forearms and legs. Jack had piercing green eyes and short cut
brown hair.  The first thing Jason noticed about Jack was the thick hair
that was showing out of his V-neck collar; thick and curling back upon
itself. Jack was covered in thick hair, something he was extremely proud
of, especially because it reminded him of his own father. Jack was the
soccer coach and swim coach at the local high school. He had been devoted
to physical fitness his entire life, and his body showed it.

Jack was attracted to the soft, caring features of Jason. Jason was much
shorter than Jack at 5'11'. (Although they later found this to be an
advantage when it came to 69'ing...) He was no slouch when it came to
fitness, with a set of well defined arms and legs, and a tight chest with
a light dusting of hair. His eyes were blue, and his wavy and thick brown
hair set Jack on edge. His hair would blow in even the slightest breeze,
and Jack would soon discover how much he loved running his hands through
the hair in all sorts of situations...

Jack thought about his own experience growing up. His own father had
passed away when he was only 11 years old. His father's death devastated
Jack so thoroughly that his mother became concerned about his well-being.
Jack loved his father so very much. He loved his memories of playing in
the ocean together, and being enveloped in his father's big arms. He
missed the way his father read to him at night, and gave him a light kiss
goodnight. He missed being comforted by his father when there were
ferocious thunderstorms; these were the times when his father would crawl
into bed with him, wearing only boxers, and wrap his son in his body.
Jack always loved how comforted he felt when he could snuggle next to his
father's hairy, broad chest. He would play with his father's thick hair,
running it through his hands. Sometimes he would even pinch a nipple. He
missed his father's body so much when he passed.
Jack was able to rally his spirits, however, because he knew his father
would not let him wallow in sadness his whole life. And so he turned to
sports, one of the areas he felt he could channel his anger from his
father's death into something useful, all while being under the close
mentoring of a coach or instructor. It was his close experiences with
coaches in both junior high and high school that caused Jack to go into
coaching professionally. He loved his soccer team. He loved being
involved in the boys lives in ways that would be meaningful. He insisted
that the boys focus on their academics as well as their athleticism,
because both were equally important.

And while coaching filled that desire to lead boys to manhood like a
father should somewhat, he knew that he wanted his own son. Someone to
carry on his name, and be comforted by. That's why he was nervous.
Because this was the world to him.

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Jack walked into the school building. Instantly he was greeted by
multiple students saying hello, and asking how he was doing. Everyone
loved Coach Downing, especially has he had led the Soccer team to
Championships 4 years in a row, and the swim team 5 years in a row. He
walked through the gym, where his Assistant Soccer Coach, Justin Nelson,
was leading P.E. for 10th grade boys, and through to the back of the
men's locker room, where he had his office. He set his mind to some
administrative paperwork that had to be finished before he left that
afternoon. It helped take his mind off of the nervousness that had set
in.

It was soon 10:40. He had to meet with Logan, a transfer student, who was
trying out for the swim team. Jack stripped out of his office clothes and
pulled on a clean jockstrap, with shorts and sleeveless shirt. He walked
out into the locker room, and noticed Logan was already there, getting
changed.
"You must be Logan?" Coach asked as he walked up towards the shirtless
boy. He had bright red hair, and was clearly of Irish decent. His pale
skin was like marble.
"Yeah, that's me. I'm guessing Mr. Downing."
"Please, just call me Coach."
"Will do," the boy said with a smile.
They exchanged a firm hand-shake, and then Logan continued stripping,
unzipping his tight jeans and pushing them to the ground. He was wearing
tight briefs, and Jack could tell he was clearly made for the sport. He
had lean muscle definition throughout his body. His abs were carved out
of his chest, with his pectoral muscles sitting strongly at the top of
his lightly hairy chest. His fat, pink nipples popped out against his
white body.
"So where you from, son?" Coach asked the almost naked boy.
"Upstate. My dad got a new job down here, so we moved this past weekend.
I was on the swim team at Harrisford."
"Oh that's a good school. I'm good friends with Coach Trey."
"Yeah, he's pretty great." The student responded. He put his thumbs into
the waistband of his briefs and pushed them to the ground.
Jack couldn't help but look at the student's well-endowed package, as he
was slipping on a speedo. The boy had bright orange pubes that were
trimmed just right above his pink, cut, penis. The tip was bright pink
and almost looked like a lollipop against the rest of his stark white
body. The boy pulled on his Speedo.
"Well, I think I'm ready, if you are." The boy said.
"Absolutely. Let me show you the pool." Jack replied.

The boy followed the coach out of the locker room and through a small
hallway that led to the pool. The pool was completely empty that hour, so
Coach and student had it to themselves.
"All right, son. Nothing to be nervous about, I just need to see where
your strengths in the water are." Jack said, "Go ahead and get in, and do
some laps. If you could switch strokes every length, that'd be great."

The boy dove into the pool. The Coach was impressed with the boys skill.
He was practically a fish in the water. His long arms helped propel him.
Jack made notes about his strengths, and weaknesses. He excelled in the
backstroke, the water rushing over his white chest, but was a bit slower
in the breaststroke, with the water running down his muscular back onto
his firm ass.

After observing for a while, Coach called the boy out of the water.
"You're on the team for sure, son." Coach said, slapping the boy on the
back. "You'll fit right in."
"Really? Wow, thanks coach!" Logan was clearly excited.
"Yeah, absolutely. Coach Trey as done some great work on you. You know he
used to be a student of mine."
"Yeah, he told me. He was thrilled that I was coming here."
"He was a great student, and I can see his talent in you."
The boy blushed. His white face becoming red.
Coach Downing gave him a smile.
"Practice starts Thursday afternoon, bud. Be there. Now go hit the
showers."
"Sweet coach!"

The boy bounded away towards the locker room.
"Oh, Logan," Jack called out, "One more thing..."
Jack walked toward the boy and led him back into the locker room.
"I'm not sure what the protocol was at Harrisford, but I require all of
my swim boys to be shaved. Is that going to be a problem?"
"Well, Coach Trey didn't have us do that, so I've never shaved it all
before. I guess I could."
"Not a problem son. You just need to be smooth by Thursday. And that
means smooth everywhere, including your dick."
The boy blushed a bit. "Really, Coach, even there?"
"Yep, Son, even there."
"I'm just... Well, I guess I'm a bit scared about shaving there. What if
I cut myself?"

Coach wasn't surprised by this response. All of his new members were
usually a bit taken back by this comment.
"Tell you what, Kid. Are you free Wednesday evening?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well, come to my office after school. I'll be happy to give you some
pointers on how to do it. I've got another newbie coming in as well who
asked the same thing."
The boys face brightened. "Sweet! See you then Coach!"
The boy went to his locker and was peeling off his tight speedo as Coach
Jack walked by. He smiled to himself. He liked this kid, and knew he'd go
far if he worked hard enough. This was why he coached; to see his
students be pushed to the highest level of achievement. He loved being a
father figure for all of these boys. They looked up to him and respected
him. And he knew that for some of the boys, he was the closest thing they
had to being a stable father figure, and he didn't take that lightly.

He walked back into his office, hearing the showers start running as
Logan was washing up. He looked at his phone. There was a text from
Jason.
*Leaving now. Be at home soon. So nervous! :/*
Jack quickly responded with a text.
*Leaving now too. Love you babe.*

Jack stripped out of his athletic clothes. He opened a drawer in his desk
and pulled out a pair of old boxers. This was one of 3 pairs of boxers
that his dad had owned. Jack had taken them when his father died so many
years ago. He had never worn them, but kept them in good shape, swearing
he would wear them only once he was a father. He pulled the plain white
boxers onto his body. They fit him perfectly. He instantly remembered the
times his father had hugged and held him wearing only these white boxers.
A shiver went down his spine. He looked in the mirror and began tearing
up. He looked like his dad. Maybe, just maybe, these lucky boxers would
help him pass his home study.

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Hey boys! As you can see, this story is only just starting. First, Jason
the doctor, and now Jack the Coach... In the next installment, we'll see
how their home study goes. Maybe they'll end up sooner than they were
expecting with a kid to call their own...?
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