Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 23:49:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zachary Nash <zacknash78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Calvin's New Coach - Chapter 1

Calvin's New Coach

Chapter 1

The snow was piling up as the blizzard continued outside during
Mrs. LaPlante's algebra class.  "God, I hate math!"  I thought as
I tried to pay attention to anything but whatever nonsense was
being written on that godforsaken chalkboard.

I was deep in day dream when I heard, "Calvin, Can you tell me
which formula would best solve this problem?"  I tore my eyes off
the snow-covered soccer goals and focused on Mrs. LaPlante
pointing at a problem on the board.  I had no idea.  In front of
me where scribbles and random letters strewn across the board
which made absolutely no sense to me.  I tilted my head to the
side and looked down at my book for a clue.  Before me were four
options.  None of which seemed to be the one that looked like it
would work.  By now a few of my classmates had turned around and
were looking at me... waiting for an answer.  Pulling a guess
completely out of the air, I chose the third one.  To my
surprise, I was right!  I watched on the board as she worked out
the problem but no matter how hard I tried, it still did not make
sense.  It's not that I decided to hate algebra and therefore
never learned it.  At the beginning of the year I worked my butt
off trying to get it through my thick skull but no matter how
much I worked at it, it just never seemed to click.  So as Mrs.
LaPlante went onto another problem my eyes drifted out to the rec
field again.

As my mind started drifting back into the wonderful la-la land of
my daydream, I started thinking about all of the events of
Christmas vacation.  Winters in Minnesota have never been known
to be mild especially as far north as I lived.  Too cold to do
much of anything outside and being an only child meant there
wasn't anyone to play with at home.  Don't get me wrong... being
the only child has its good points too.  One of which is that I
got the house to myself a lot because both of my parents worked
to support the rather well to do lifestyle we all enjoyed.  I had
been snooping around my dad's den trying to find his latest stash
of Playboys when I stumbled onto something that would prove very
interesting.  Instead of his usual Playboys, I found a few
Hustler magazines.  Knowing that no one would be home for at
least a few hours I walked out into the living room and plopped
down on the couch.

As I started looking at the magazines, I saw something I had
never seen before.  Actual sex!  I could not believe how
incredible it was.  No longer was this just the regular boobs and
butts but there were guys now too.  I flipped through the first
couple of sets and popped an instant woody as I gazed at a close
up of a woman sucking a guy's dick.  "Holy Cow... he's got to be
9 inches long," I thought.  I had been pretty proud of my own 6
inches but this guy was huge!  Of course, I had check out the
other guys in my class when we were in the showers after gym
class and at least when soft I had everybody beat.  I had more
pubic hair than anyone else did too.  This picture mesmerized me
though.  I must have stared at it for a good five minutes before
I even realized I was playing with myself.  As I turned the page,
it showed her licking the head of his huge dick like it was a
lollipop.  I started stroking and as I turned the page again I
just about came.  The shot took up both pages and showed her
sticking her tongue out and licking his balls.  The balls were
hairless and pulled up to his body and his dick stood straight
and tall blown up to sixteen inches long on the paper.  I don't
remember what exactly was going through my mind but the next
thing I knew I was getting ready to cum.  I could feel the tingle
in my legs and could feel my balls tighten up.  My toes started
to curl and my hand flew up and down my dick until I shot all
over the couch.

I came more that time than any other time that I could remember.
It felt like I liquefied an entire testicle and shot it out as I
orgasmed.  I quickly realized what I had done and immediately put
down the magazine and ran to get a rag to clean up the mess
before it soaked into the upholstery.  As I cleaned up I looked
over on the coffee table and again saw "The Dick."  I wanted to
take it up to my room but had already learned that lesson.  Dad
may have a lot of porns but he knows each one of them and can
tell when one is gone.  Over the next ten days, I jerked off to
that picture as well as other pictures that had guys in them.  By
the end of the break, it was beginning to bother me that I was
not finding only the women in the magazine attractive.

I was yanked from my daydream by the ringing of the school bell.
"Thank God," I mumbled as I got up from my desk and headed for
the door.  Unfortunately, my escape wasn't as smooth as planned.
Mrs. LaPlante stopped me as I passed her desk.  "Is everything
okay, Calvin?  You seemed a little distracted today."

"Sorry, Mrs. LaPlante.  Just a little tired," I replied.  She
smiled and added, "If you ever need any help or have any
questions you just let me know okay?"

I smiled back and nodded.  As I walked out the door, I thought,
`She's a pretty cool teacher... too bad she teaches such terrible
class'.  I giggled at my own thought and headed for gym.  I
giggled at my own thought and headed for gym.

I walked into the locker room and immediately felt at home.  Here
is where I was good and this was the beginning of soccer season
at my school.  There was a pretty good following of hockey but
soccer is what had my attention.  I was never very good on skates
and hockey was unnecessarily violent... besides I liked the
cleats.  As I walked into the giant square locker room, I caught
myself staring at one of my fellow classmates.  Jess Fuller was a
little bit shorter than I was and just as built!  Deep brown
eyes, dark wavy brown hair, a tan that always looked like he just
got back from the beach and those lips, full and red and...  I
shook my head a little bit to bring myself out of the daze.
"What am I thinking?" I thought as I heard him start talking to
me.

"Hey moron!  How's it going?" Jess said to me as I walked to my
locker.

"Not bad dork" I replied.  We'd been friends for as long as I can
remember... our mom's were friends before we were even born.
He's a cool guy and we picked on each other all the time.  You
know the saying that says, "Aggression is a form of affection"?
If that's true than we've loved each other about as much as
humanly possible without having actually killed each other.

As Jess and I were changing and catching up on what the other got
for Christmas we heard Coach Daniels boom "Come on girls we don't
have all day."  Coach was never someone you didn't react to.  He
was 6'5" and build like a brick shithouse.  "I hope I look like
that when I'm 47" I thought as Jess and I tied our shoes and ran
out into the gym.  As I ran past Coach he shouted, "You're signed
up for soccer again this year aren't ya Calvin?" "Better believe
it coach" I said as I ran out the door.  We always had a 5-minute
talk from the coach before we dove into whatever we were going to
be doing that day so we all found our perches.  Jess and I always
planted on the balance beam over along the side of the room as
others sat on the mats, chairs and around on the floor.

Coach came out of the locker room and sat down on his stool in
front of us and started listing off all of the changes that had
happened over Christmas break.  Some of which we knew about and a
couple that we didn't.  He told us that since this was the first
day of the new semester we were going to be doing fitness testing
all day and that the school nurse was going to be in to do our
height, weight and scoleosis checks.   Everyone got in line to
see the nurse as Jess and I got started doing out sit-ups, pull-
ups and push-ups.  By the time we had already done our push-ups
and pull-ups the line was just about gone so we decided to do our
sit-ups.  I went first and as I laid down on my back and pulled
my knees up and Jess lean forward and grab my ankles something
felt weird.  I didn't know what I was thinking or exactly what
the feeling was that I felt but I think I liked it.

As I started doing my sit-ups I started noticing weird little
things about him that I hadn't seen before like his hair. He wore
it a little too long... at least that's what most people would
say.  It was maybe 3 or 4 inches long all around and parted down
the middle.  It was a little bit shaggy but on him it looked
really good.  Then as if he were a totally different person, I
got a flash in my mind and for a second I saw him as being a very
attractive guy.  As fast as the image entered my mind it left and
before me was the same ol' Jess that he was before, the friend
I'd grown up with all my life.  Thankfully Jess was counting for
me because with as many confusing thoughts as were screwing up my
mind that morning,I couldn't have told you how many I did.  It
felt like I had been doing them for a while and my stomach
started to hurt so I did two more and then slumped down onto the
floor.  All of a sudden my muscles felt tight, hurt a little bit
and it was a bit of a labor to breathe.  Through squinting eyes I
saw Jess looking at me with a surprised look on his face.

"83!  How did you do 83?" he almost shouted.

"I did that many?  Are you serious?"  I asked in disbelief.  He
said,

"Ya... swear to God!  You were totally zoning out the whole time
and you had a weird look on your face."

"Oh no!  Could he tell I was looking at him?"  I thought.  Panic
immediately shot into my mind and I stuttered out "no, I'm
fine... I was just trying to focus.  Looks like it worked to."

I had to get a hold of myself!  I got up and Jess laid down in
front of me after writing my reps down on the fitness test.  I
had to concentrate as hard as I could to keep count for him.  But
even at that I noticed the feeling of my hands on his shins, the
bead of sweat slowly making it's way down his forehead and the
way his abs looked when he tightened them up.  He strained and
pushed himself and got up to 77.  Now normally I'd rub it in that
I still did more than he did but this time the thought didn't
even cross my mind.  We had always had a very competitive
attitude towards pretty much anything that we both did.  It got
so bad in soccer that Coach had to split us up on the field.  He
became center and because of my height I became the goalie.  When
we got up But this time, when we stood up, I couldn't even look
him in the eyes... it felt like I had done something wrong even
though I knew I hadn't.

We walked over to the office where the nurse was, and Jess went
first and I waited outside.  I didn't understand what was going
on inside my head so I didn't mind a few minutes alone to think
so I sat on the floor I just let my mind reel.  The bell sounded
its 3-minute warning and everyone in the gym ran for the lockers.
I looked over at Coach and without me even saying anything he
said

"Don't worry Calvin, I'll write both you and Jess a note... what
class do you guys have next?"

 "World Studies with Mr. Alto," I said as I walked over to his
desk. He handed me the slip just as Jess walked out of the office
with the nurse right behind him calling my name.

"Get in there!" Coach said as he smacked me on the back.  I went
over to the nurse and followed her through the door.  As soon as
I walked in, she told me to take off my shirt.  Growing and
changing as much as I had been in the past year or so, I was a
little bit uncomfortable with the way I looked.  Not that I
looked bad at all... It's just that I  started getting very
critical of everything about me.  I didn't have any fat on my
body but my pecs weren't as big as I want them and my abs are
still just a two pack.  My dad had reminded me a number of times
that those things don't develop for a couple years but I still
thought about them.

"You must be working pretty hard there Calvin," the nurse tells
me to lean over and she puts the little level thing on my
shoulders.  I ask her what she meant and she said that I've have
more muscle tone than I had last year.  I blushed a little bit
and she laughed like all moms would at seeing a teenage boy
blush.  Then she checked my ears and eyes.

"Everything looks good," she said, "just one more thing.  Jump up
on the scale here and we'll get you outta here."

I stepped up and the dial started jumping.  When it settled, it
read 148 pounds.

'Hmm' I thought, 'up a little bit from the beginning of the
year.'  With that, she said I was done and I ran out the door.  I
was already late for Mr. Alto's class... the tardy bell rang when
I was in with the nurse.  As I got down to the locker room, I saw
Jess sitting in there.

He obviously hadn't showered yet, still wearing his nasty sweaty
gym clothes.

"What are you still doing here?"  I asked.

"You have my slip dork, if I get caught in the halls without it
I'll get detention.  And the more of Alto's class that I can miss
the better," he said with a laugh.

Our lockers were right next to each other and we both got ready
to shower at the same time. I bent down to untie my shoes and
just as I glanced up he had pulled down his boxers and was
pulling his T-shirt up over his head.  I couldn't help but do a
double take as he walked off to the showers totally naked.  I
finished stripping and got in the shower and starting soaking and
soaping.  I stole a few more glances at Jess, grabbed the soap,
reached down and starting soaping myself.  When I lathered down
my abs and down to my crotch, I noticed I was a bit more full
than normal.  By no means hard but a little more inflated than
usual.  I looked down and saw that Jess was doing the same,
running his lathered fingers through his pubic hair.  I could
feel my dick getting twitch at the sight so I quickly turned
around and finished showering talking to him over my shoulder.
We hurried out of there and went to class... fifteen minutes late
but we still made it.  "Thank God for excuse notes" I said to
Jess as we ran down the hall.

* * * * * * *

"What's wrong with me?"  I kept thinking for the rest of the day.
Before I knew it, the day was through and I was back on the bus
heading home.  When I got home I went inside, turned up the heat
and headed straight for my dad's den.  "Still 45 minutes before
mom and dad get home" I thought as I grabbed that all too
familiar Hustler again and started looking at the pictures.  As I
looked at them, I realized that I was getting images of Jess
again in the shower.  I tried to ignore them but I couldn't get
them out of my head.  I went up stairs and laid out on my bed and
reached down and starting playing with myself.  Images of Jess
soaping himself up and running his hands all over his tight body.
It was like I was back in the shower with him all over again.
Steam from his shower slowly floats up in front of him.  I could
smell the fresh soapy smell and I saw the way his wet hair fell
across his face as he washed his chest.  The lather is being
spread across his perfectly smooth olive skin, down his stomach
and into his pubic hair.  His fingers curl around as he rubs the
soap along the length of his soft dick, stretching it out a
little bit and then moves down to his balls.  His other hand
comes down and cups his low hanging balls and starts to wash
them.  His smooth soft balls rolling around in his fingertips
while he to totally oblivious to the fact that my eyes are glued
to him.  Blood immediately rushed to my now very hard dick and
three strokes later I felt the gut wrenching ecstasy of my
orgasm.  I could feel cum shooting as far up as my neck and
shoulders.  Within seconds my entire stomach and chest was
covered with my warm load and it was starting to drip down.  I
loved the way it felt like a warm bath.  I put down the magazine
and returned it to my dad's den.

The evening came and went.  My parents asked me how my day
went... I think they could tell something was bothering me.
Heck... I felt weird myself... I'm sure it showed on the outside.
After I went to bed I jerked off again with the same image burned
into my mind of Jess.  I came just as hard that time but I fell
asleep before I even took my hand away from my dick.  So there I
was lying on top of my blankets with my load still on my chest
and with my hand still wrapped around my dick.

(To Be Continued)