Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2009 21:10:25 -0500
From: Christian Parker <christian.parker.2009@gmail.com>
Subject: Story Submission- Christian Parker 3

The following is a complete work of fiction.  I based it loosely on my own
exploits as a young adult.  It uses both what I did and what I wanted to
do.  If reading about sexual actions between boys and men upsets or offends
you or worse causes you to engage in the pursuit of abusing underage boys
please discontinue reading immediately.  If you can keep fiction from
reality separate in your daily life then by all means enjoy the following
story.  It will be just a bit slow to start and I will try to keep it
coming as much as I can.  Feel free to email me.  I wrote stories here long
ago and loved the fans I met.  I'm hoping to gather a new fan base once
again.  Enjoy:

	The next few weeks passed by in a blur.  My mother made a large
fuss about the bruise on my face and forbid me from attending anymore gym
class.  Instead each day I was sent to the library to study.  While I loved
to read, I more often found myself in a warm cushiony chair staring at
books and thinking about men.  I kept replaying the events of the day in my
mind.  I could see Patrick's nude body and began wondering what he smelled
like.  Then I would think about Coach Cooper, how good it felt to touch his
skin, how his bristly black hairs made my insides all gooey.  Now when I
thought about them my own pee pee seemed to stiffen up.
	I also thought about the man on the videotape.  I had been watching
the stolen videotape secretly in my room when my family was out of the
house (a rare occurrence).  I had taken to hiding the film beneath a mound
of legos and board games so no one would find it.  If my parents noticed it
missing they said nothing about it to me.  I began to form questions in my
mind. Why does a man's pee pee get so big? Why do they both look so happy
to be naked? What does a big pee pee feel like?  Where does the milk-pee
come from and what does it feel like, taste like, smell like?  All of these
questions made my own pee pee grow to a hard four inches.  I wondered if
that meant I would have a big pee pee too one day.
	Unfortunately, it seemed I would never get the answers to these
questions.  So overtime I buried them all deep in my mind and moved on with
life.  I played with my friends and did my homework and watched my morning
cartoons.  Life was good, but boring.  Then one Saturday my friend Jeremy
asked me to come to his house for a sleepover.  My mom said it was ok, but
she and dad were going to a church sponsored charity event and if I could
walk there by myself as no one could drive me.  I said sure and promised to
call her before I left and when I arrived at Jeremy's house.  I told Jeremy
I would see him after Saturday morning cartoons around twelve.
	I made sure to pack a nice overnight bag: a pair of swim trunks, a
couple of extra pairs of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle underwear, my
toothbrush, a couple of my Batman action figures, all of the important
stuff.  My parents left early that morning and I watched all of my favorite
cartoons.  Then about twelve I knocked on my brother's door and told him I
was leaving to go to Jeremy's house.  He didn't even open the door, just
grunted something.  I bounced down the hall and out of the house in a pair
of tight soccer shorts and a light blue t-shirt, with my red backpack on my
shoulders.
	Jeremy lived on the other side of the neighborhood, just past my
middle school.  It was probably a thirty minute walk, but all of it through
quiet, safe, residential streets.  There was little cause for concern.  I
began my journey, singing the Pokémon theme song to myself to pass the
time.  I don't know how long I had been walking before a heard a car horn
honk.
	"Hey soldier, how are you?" I jumped up when I heard the voice
coming from a shiny red car next to me.  I quickly ran up to the car and
saw Coach Cooper dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue polo.  It was odd to
see him out of his gym clothes.  I took notice of the way he drove, with
only one muscular arm on the steering wheel, the other resting on his lap.
My blood rushed at the sight.
	"Hi, Coach Cooper.  What's up?" I asked.
	"Nothing much, was just on my way to visit a friend."
	"Me too," I said smiling.  "I'm walking to Jeremy's house."
	"Oh, cool." he smiled at me and I noticed the small cleft in his
chin; my eyes drank in the sight.  I instantly became shy as a short
silence grew between us.  He seemed to look deep in my eyes for a minute as
if he were asking something; only I couldn't understand the language he was
asking it in.  Finally, he hit the unlock button on the car, "Why don't you
hop in, I'll give you a ride to Jeremy's house."
	I didn't think.  I opened the latch and jumped into the seat, a
flurry of butterflies erupting through my body.  "Here, put your seatbelt
on," and before I could do anything he was leaning over me, pulling the
belt over me and snapping it in with a click.  His fingertips brushed my
chest as he did this making my little pee pee stiffen and my body shake.
	 A moment later we were driving down the street.  "I've missed you
in gym class," Coach said, "I hope your parents aren't too upset with me."
	I remained quiet, unsure of what to say and bursting with
questions.
	"Are you mad at me?" Coach asked smiling down at me.  I shook my
head furiously.  He laughed, "good, cutie" and he tussled my hair again.  I
remember pushing myself up into his hand slightly, but I don't think he
noticed.
	"So what are you planning to do with Jeremy?  Gonna' have some boy
on boy fun?" he looked at my reaction while he said this.
	Again, I had this feeling as though he was speaking a different
language and I wasn't understanding something.  Feeling it was rude to stay
quiet any longer I answered, "yes, we're gonna play Pokémon cards and video
games and maybe go swimming.  Jeremy has a pool.  I'm gonna spend the night
at his house."
	I suddenly noticed that Coach Cooper's arm was resting on the
center console, inches from me.  I studied the chords of muscles and
blanket of black hair.  I wanted to touch his arm, but I was afraid he
would pull away again.
	"That sounds like fun."  We were quiet a moment.  My head screamed
at me not to ask anything, but my pee pee was so stiff it hurt, and I just
couldn't stop myself.
	"Mr. Cooper, can I ask you something?"
	We paused at a stop sign.  He stared straight at me, his calm brown
eyes warm, encouraging, and loving.  They reminded me of my daddy's eyes.
"Soldier, you can ask me anything you want."
	"C-c-c-can I touch your arm?"  He smiled real big.
	"Sure soldier, go ahead."  Then the car was moving again and I
reached out to touch the strong arm resting on the console.  I tickled the
big black hairs on his arm.  He let out some kind of deep moan; it reminded
me of the man on the VCR tape.
	"Do you like that?" he asked.
	"Yes," I giggled.  "I like how muscular your arms are and the funny
hairs that grow on them."
	"Well as long as we're alone you can touch them all you like." He
said.
	I pondered this while I tickled him.  I still wanted to see a big
man's pee pee.  I noticed something big bulging from Coach Cooper's jeans
and wondered if it could be his pee pee.  If it was, it had to be even
bigger than the videotape man's pee pee.
	"Is that why you pulled away from me?" I asked, reasoning things
through.  "When we were at the nurse's office; is it because we weren't
alone?"
	He nodded; his whole body seemed tense and stiff.  His other arm on
the steering wheel kept squeezing and letting go of the wheel.  My hands
began to play with his fingers.  I wrapped my own small hand around his
thumb and squeezed it.
	"Hey Christian, I just realized I don't know where I'm going." He
chuckled, and then let out a deep breath.
	I looked up from Coach, out the window, "he lives on Terrace
Street.  Wait, where are we?"  I was lost too.
	"Well don't worry.  There is the school right over there." He
pointed out Walker Middle School.
	"But I don't know how to get to his house from here.  My mommy
always drives me." I whined.
	Coach Cooper took a big breath and seemed to debate this pressing
issue a minute.  I noticed I was still holding onto the fingers of his
hand.  "Well, I live in a house down that street, just over the railroad
tracks.  If you're ok with it, we can go there.  I can look up Jeremy's
address on my computer and then drive you over."
	I thought about this a second: go to Coach Cooper's house?!  "Ok,"
I beamed and squeezed his hand.  He squeezed back, his huge hand wrapping
all around mine, gently but firmly, "that sounds like a plan."
	Butterflies filled me all over again.  Maybe now I could ask all
those questions I had been thinking about.  He did say I could ask him
anything.  We drove on in silence, holding hands.  Coach asked his own
questions along the way, simple easy stuff.
	I told him about my brother Derek, almost 17.  I told him about how
I was only 12 and in eighth grade because I skipped a grade.  I told him
about my mom and dad living together happily.  About my favorite Saturday
morning cartoons.  About how I was nervous about changing from Middle
School to High School next year, especially since I would be attending
St. Vincent's Catholic High School, rather than the public school.  I was
worried about losing all my friends and not fitting in.  But I was excited
because my brother would be at the same school, that hadn't happened since
I was in elementary school in second grade.  Coach Cooper listened
attentively and kindly.
	"Here we are," the car ride was over all too soon.  We pulled up to
a small, one story brick house.  I noticed it had large windows all over
with white curtains that didn't let you see in, but allowed light to go
into the house.  There was a neatly trimmed yard and a light blue garage
door.  Across the street were a soccer field and a park.  He pulled into
the garage and shut it behind us before hopping out of the car.
	We quickly entered, passing a washroom and emerged into the
kitchen.  It was a pale yellow, clean, and smelled of garlic.  "Can I get
you something to drink? A soda or juice?"
	"Oh, juice please," I beamed as he poured me a glass of apple
juice.  He himself pulled out a beer and popped it open.
	"I hope you don't mind," he said taking a swig, "but it is my day
off soldier." I shook my head no.
	"The computer is in my room.  Why don't you follow me?"  I followed
him out of the kitchen through the living room and down a wooden hallway.
There were three rooms off the hallway, his was to the left.
	"Do you live here with your wife?" I asked.
	"No," he replied, "I live here alone with my two dogs Rex and
Shakira.  I don't have a wife."
	"Why not?"
	"Well," he opened the last door to the left.  In it was a carpeted
floor with a huge king size bed, covered with a black lining.  Against a
corner was a sleek computer with speakers.  Along one wall was a sliding
glass door that opened into the backyard.  There was a shelf in here full
of trophies and pictures.
	"Wow! Your bed is huge!" I shouted
	"Yeah, go jump on it while I pull up the map," he pulled the juice
glass from my hand and gave me a nod.
	I didn't need to be told twice.  I jumped on top and was surprised
and how easily it gave.  The black lining was silky and smooth and made my
pee pee hard again.  I jumped up and down a couple times.  Coach Cooper sat
at the computer and flipped on the monitor.
	"Shit!" Coach Cooper cursed.
	I gasped, looking straight at Coach Cooper. I had never heard a
teacher curse before.  I bounced over to the edge of the bed and looked at
the screen.  Coach was struggling to click a handful of red "x"s on the
screen.  The windows he was closing were full of men, naked men and some
naked boys.  My eyes were wide as saucers.  I caught only a handful of
seconds of the beautiful bodies before it was all closed up and some boring
page of news was all that was left.
	"Um...Christian, those were just special pictures ok.  They don't
mean anything.  What is Jeremy's address?"
	I reached out from the corner of the bed to touch Coach's muscular
shoulder.  I was blank faced.  Coach Cooper turned around to look at my
face.  He must have been scared to death by my reaction.
	"Um...Christian, can I ask you a favor?"  my eyes fixed on his
pretty serene brown eyes.  I nodded.  His black fading hair made me tingle
all over inside.  "Can you forget what you just saw please, and don't tell
anybody about it?"
	This seemed very important to him, so I nodded my assent.  He
sighed in relief, "I think maybe this was a bad idea.  I better get you
over to your friend's house."
	He turned away back to the computer, but I grabbed his arm.  My
touch froze his body.  I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.
He closed his eyes and leaned down just a bit so I could run through all of
it.  His nose, was just a few inches from my body; he took a deep breath.
My other hand reached out to touch his knee.  He pulled back then and just
stared at me.
	"Christian, what are you doing?" he asked.
	I felt like he was mad.  I was in trouble.  I did something wrong.
"I don't know," I said, and then started to cry.
	"Christian,"
	"Am I in trouble?" I cried.
	"Oh no, sweetheart," his big meaty hands reached out and caressed
my cheek.  "It's just, I'm not sure this is right."
	"I just, I can't stop thinking about it or wanting to do it or
wanting to see it," I was shaking violently.
	"What? Stop thinking about what? Wanting to see what?" Coach Cooper
asked.
	"A man's pee pee," I sobbed, and then sobbed harder because I knew
somewhere that I shouldn't have said that.
	Suddenly, Coach Cooper picked me up, I felt tiny in his big strong
arms.  He sat us down on the bed and held me in his arms, leaning back
against the pillows.  I cried and sobbed uncontrollably while he held me,
not even sure what I was crying about.  After a few minutes I stopped and
looked at him.  He wasn't looking at me, rather gazing off into the
distance thinking he was somewhere else and stroking my hair.  I pushed
into him, which seemed to snap him out of his reverie.
	"Do you feel better?" Coach Cooper asked.  His voice was so deep
and masculine; it made me tingle on the inside.  I nodded.  "Good." He took
a deep breath, "Christian, there are many people who think that your
request is a bad thing.  I am not one of them, but there are people out
there you shouldn't tell this to.  Remember in the car, I promised you
could ask me anything you wanted?  Well you can, I promise never to get mad
at you or angry if you ask me something.  I'm not mad or angry at you now.
I just want you to understand that you asked a very big question."
	I looked up at him and nodded and then placed my head back on his
shoulder.  He sighed and somewhat reluctantly pushed me back on the bed so
I was sitting in front of him rather than on him.  "Christian, can I ask
you something?"
	"Anything at all," I replied.
	"What made you ask me that?  Why do you want to see a man's penis?"
	This confused me.  "See what?"
	"A man's penis.  Penis is an adult word for pee pee.  It is also
called other things, like cock."
	"Oh," I had never heard these words before, they excited me.  Or
had I? "Oh yeah, that's what she was saying : cock."
	"What," Coach Cooper asked confused.
	"The lady on the movie, she kept wanting to be tucked in by the
man's cock.  So she wanted to be tucked in by his pee pee?  He was tucking
her into bed with his pee pee?"
	"Christian," Coach Cooper was quite perplexed at this point.
"Christian," He put his hands on my shoulders, "can you start at the
beginning?  Who tucked who in?"
	After that I couldn't talk fast enough.  I told Coach Cooper all
about the night my older cousin babysat me and how I followed him into my
parent's bedroom and caught him looking at something.  About how I had
snuck in later and found the secret videotape and watched it.  About how
ever since I saw the movie I just wanted to see what a man's pee pee looked
like in real life and how it felt and smelled.  I told him about getting
hit in the face with a dodgeball because I was wondering if he had a big
pee pee like in the movie.  And about wanting to know what kind of milk
spewed out of men's pee pees.
	I ended my rant with a sigh, "so can I see your pee pee Coach
Cooper?"
	He had sat across from me, staring at me with his calm brown eyes
through the entire story.  He hadn't moved a muscle, he had hardly even
breathed.  He still didn't make a sound.  I could tell he was thinking,
watching my face, and thinking of how to answer.  My eyes roamed over his
body, big and strong; a man's body.  His arms were so thick and full of
dark bristly hairs that I wanted to touch again.  I noticed his tight jeans
had a large bulge and a big wet spot.
	"Coach Cooper, you peed your pants," I said, pointing at the spot.
	This broke Coach's stillness and he looked down with a grin.
"Christian. You have a lot of questions.  Most people think it is
inappropriate for you to ask me these questions.  You should really ask
your parents." I thought about that for a half-a-second and my pee pee
(which had grown stiff again) shrank in on itself.  "I know, you don't like
that idea.  If you prefer I can answer your questions." I beamed, that was
what I wanted, "but you mustn't tell anybody. Not your parents or your
friends or your other teachers.  Christian I can get in a lot of trouble
for answering your questions."
	I thought about this, "but your my teacher.  Isn't it your job to
answer questions?"
	He burst out laughing heartily.  I beamed all over again, I had
made him laugh.  "You are such a cute little soldier."  The laughter did
something.  All the tension seemed to have broken for a minute.  "All
right, I'll answer your questions, but first, why don't you call your
friend Jeremy.  Go get his address and tell him you'll be a little bit
late.  Then we'll have a big question and answer session.  I'll answer
everything you ask."
	"Ok!" I jumped off the bed.
	"The phone is over in the kitchen.  I'll be over there in a minute.
I'm just gonna change shorts really quickly," he chuckled.
	I ran over to the phone then.  I knew it was wrong to lie, but
Coach Cooper had told me not to tell anyone about him answering all my
important questions.  So while the phone rang, I hatched an idea.  It felt
like a fun surprise idea, like that time we bought my mommy lots of
presents and decorated the house for her birthday after telling her we
would all be busy and not at home that night.  She was happy when we ended
up staying with her all night, even though we had lied and told her we
wouldn't.  Maybe this was like that.
	So when Jeremy answered I told him that my mommy didn't want me
walking to his house by myself.  She said she would drop me off after her
errands if it wasn't too late.  I also told him that she wasn't going to be
home till later and probably wouldn't be able to take me today.  He was
disappointed and I pretended to be too.  I promised to see him in school
and give him my special foiled Bulbasaur Pokémon card to make it up to him.
That cheered him up a lot.
	Then, although, Coach hadn't told me to do it, I called my mother.
I told her that I was already at Jeremy's house and not to worry and we
were going to go swim.  I promised her that Jeremy's dad was at home and
would supervise us.  His dad always did like to watch me and Jeremy in the
pool.
	I hung up the phone and turned around.  Coach was standing there,
leaning against the doorframe.  He had changed into a pair of blue
basketball shorts and a white muscle shirt.  I noticed the same rough black
hairs on his arms were poking out from his chest and tufts of them were
underneath his arms.  The feelings in my tummy raced a new and my little
pee pee got stiff again.  I wasn't sure how much of the phone calls he had
heard, but he was smiling down at me, so I assumed he wasn't mad.  I would
tell him about my plan later, after I had some answers.
	"I'm ready to learn Coach Cooper!" I beamed.

Well what do you think?  Feedback keeps me going so feel free to email me.
Please be patient, Christian will get what's coming to him in the next
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