Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 14:41:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swim Coach - chptr 1

THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my
fantasies.  Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental.
Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult
and a teen-ager.  If this type of material offends you, do NOT read
further.

However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY!

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CHAPTER 1

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Chris Telater stood on the edge of the springboard, twenty feet from the
15-foot deep Olympic pool, as his name was announced and the crowd cheered.

As he raised his arms, and the water dripped down, the crowd fell silent.

With two bounces he sprung out, twisted a two and half forward somersault
and dove into the pool with only the slightest ripple.

The crowd was on their feet, and as Chris crested the water, the cheers
seemed almost deafening to the 14-year-old boy.  He quickly swam to the
edge, and hoisted himself from the pool.

I met him at the poolside, with his towel in hand, and as I wrapped it
around him, I hugged him tightly.  "I knew you could do it!" I exclaimed.

"Do you think it made the marks?" Chris said, looking worried about the
dive.

"Are you kidding?  If you don't get first place, it will be a damn shame.
Go on, now."

Chris headed to the whirling hot tub and as he lowered himself into the
bubbling water, he scores began to appear.

9.2/10/9.8/10/10/9.6/9.8.  The crowd erupted again, and the announcer came
on, "Chris Telater earns a score of 9.77 and takes First Place from our
reigning Champion, Michael Besony."  The crowd applauded and stood, and
Chris could not believe his own ears.

---

At Lakeview Academy, a private school in western Michigan, I've had the
pleasure of being the Swim Coach for almost twelve years.  I've seen kids
come and I've seen them go, and most were adequate swimmers, but certainly
not the caliber of Chris.

At the tender age of 14, Chris had come to me at the beginning of the year,
as a transfer from an Ohio private school.  He'd been swimming since he was
a baby, and the ripples on his stomach, and firmness of his ass and legs,
only proved that his overall body fat was less than three percent.

He stood a short five-foot, and a lanky 120 pounds, but that boy could swim
the pants off anyone else on the team, including the team captain, Reggy
Jefferson, also 14.

Chris' very short brown hair always glistened with the pool water and would
spike up.  I would muss his hair with my hand, just to feel the spikey
threads of his hair against my palm.

His slender, but firm body was straight from a dream, and the boy had not a
single hair anywhere on him.  I knew he was in the midst of pubescence, but
he kept himself very trim, even shaving off what little armpit hair or
pubic hair would appear.

He was a sight that made me half hard the entire swim season.  Fortunately,
I only wore Speedos when I was working on improving my own swim times, and
that was usually long after the students had gone home for the day.  So,
hiding my enticement was relatively easy.

As I entered my office, my eye caught a flicker of light off last year's
semi-finals trophy.  "To Coach Russell Frye and the 2002 Lakeview Swim
Team"

It was one of only two trophies we had earned.  'But this year,' I thought
to myself, 'we're going all the way!'

I picked the trophy up and dusted off the plaque, and then heard one of the
showers turn on, as I set the trophy back on the shelf.

"Hey, Coach," Chris said as I stepped up to the shower room doorway.

"Well?  How's it feel to be Champion?" I said with a smile, my eyes
scanning Chris' naked body, as the hot steamy water cascaded down him.

"Great!" he exclaimed.  "I wasn't sure the last turn of my dive was right,
but the rest felt really good."

"It was text book perfect." I answered back, still casually staring and
feeling my boner growing larger by the second.  "You've worked that dive
for weeks, and it's finally paid off.  I'm proud of you, Chris."

"Thanks, Coach," he answered, turning off the water.  "I think Reggy's a
little pissed off about his score."

"Don't you worry about him!  He'll fair all right in the semi's."

"Well, I hope so.  I hope we all do great!"  He said smiling, as he began
drying off his arms and chest.

"The rest of the guys already leave?"  I already knew the answer.

"Yeah.  We're meeting at Austin's.  His mom has got a little party
planned."

"That's great.  I hope you have a good time.  Just remember, we've got
practice tomorrow."  I reminded him.

"Aw, come on, Coach!  Tomorrow's Saturday." Chris whined in his high voice
that had remained untouched by puberty.

"Come on, nothing.  If you want Championship in the semi's, you're gotta
keep up your form.  No arguments now.  I'll expect you at 8:30 tomorrow!"
With that, I turned, leaving Chris to finish drying off.

I returned to my office, and readjusted my stiff dick in my shorts.  'Damn,
that kid is hot,' I thought.  Tonight would not be the first or the last
time I jerked off to visions of his gorgeous body.

A few minutes later, Chris knocked on my door.  "Good night, Coach."

"See you tomorrow, Chris."

"Yeah, you bring the donuts!"  Chris said laughing, as he left the pool.

It was a crude joke between us.  Chris hadn't touched a donut since he
started on my team.  It was partially out of his own choice, and partially
because as an Olympic Hopeful myself, I had quite an extensive background
on fitness and nutrition, and constantly preached the team into good eating
habits.

---

"Dude, we were sure you weren't coming!" Austin said as he opened the door
for Chris.

"What?  And miss seeing your mom kick back a six pack?" Chris poked Austin
as he entered the house.

"Ha, ha.  Very funny." Austin smirked back.  "Everybody's in my room.
Matthew and Jake are going head to head on Dead or Alive."

"Who's winning?" Chris said as he entered the bedroom.

"Dude, you fuckin ruled at the pool today!" Jake put up his hand for a
high-five.  "That was awesome.  Did you see Michael's fuckin face?"

"Yeah, he looked hella-pissed." Chris answered back, settling into a small
spot on the floor next to Matthew.

The video game continued, and the boys took turns playing and cursing at
each other.

"All right, settle down, you guys," Austin's mom said as she came into the
room.  "The pizza will be here soon, so you guys get washed up."

"Cool!" Matthew responded, jumping up from the floor.

The pizza was delivered and the teenage boys grabbed up plates and sodas
and headed back into the small bedroom to eat and continue playing.

Chris resumed his position next to Matthew, and Matthew didn't seem to mind
or even notice.

Chris was gay, that much he was sure of, but up to now; he had not so much
as stared at any of the guys.  Okay, that was a lie.  He looked
occasionally.  Actually, every damn time they were in the shower at school,
but who's counting?

Matthew at the sweet age of 11 is Austin's best friend.  Mathew is also a
wrestler of a light 85 lbs., as well as being on the swim team.  He is
about 4-11, light blond hair and deep blue eyes.  Mathew is a skinny little
runt, almost too skinny with the cutest little smile.  Chris has always
been really careful about looking at his teammates in the shower, but
Matthew especially caught his attention.  His small cut dick gets hard
every time the boys are in the shower, so Chris has noticed it more than
once.  His got his own boner once and the two boys only smiled at each
other, finished their shower and went to dry off.

But, now, Chris was sitting close enough to feel the heat from Matthew's
body, and he wasn't about to move away.  He could feel his balls tingle,
and he hoped that no one noticed the slightly rising bulge in his loose
pants.

"Hello?  McFly?  I said you're up!" Austin broke Chris' daydream.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya.  Just psyching you out!"  Chris tried to cover up
the fact that he had been staring down at Matthew's uncovered smooth and
hairless legs, as well as the triangle that made up the crotch of his
shorts.

The evening wore on, and Matthew and Chris remained seated next to each
other, their legs occasionally brushing against each other, and their sides
almost joined like Siamese Twins.

Not a single word was uttered about their closeness, and as the time to
leave came to pass, he had to readjust himself as he stood up, which he did
so casually, no one noticed his hard on.

"Congratulations again, Chris.  You'll kick ass in the semi's!" Matthew
nudged Chris on the arm.

"Thanks.  I hope so.  See you guys Monday."

---

Chris went to bed, nude as he always does, thinking about Austin's bedroom
and fantasizing about Matthew.  'If I just had the guts to reach over and
touch him.' Chris thought, causing his dick to stir.

It was a hopeless effort to sleep.  He knew if he didn't wank off a load,
there was no way his boner would go down.

He wrapped his slender fingers around the stiff shaft, and began to pull
his smooth skin up and down.  Chris was thankful for being blessed with 6
firm inches of man meat, and was hoping it would continue to grow.

He closed his eyes and laid back his head, imagining that his hand was
Austin's hand, firmly stroking his throbbing cock, milking the very essence
of his tender balls.

Chris reached down with his free hand and began massaging and kneading his
balls.  He could feel a few drops of precum ooze from the tip, and he
gently spread the clear liquid around his hands and then quickly went back
to stroking his shaft.

"Suck it, Austin.  Suck my hard dick," he softly whispered, loud enough for
himself to hear, but no one outside his room.  "Oh yeah, suck it.
Mmmm...Austin, you're gonna make me shoot in your mouth."

Chris could feel his orgasm building.  His breath became labored, and he
could feel his ab muscles began to tighten.

"Oh yeah," Chris said as his hot white boy cum began to shoot from his cock
onto his chest and belly.  Stream after stream of his love juice painted
his abs.

As his breath returned to normal, and the visions of Austin in his head
began to disappear, he opened his eyes to admire the sperm artwork on his
body.  He began to smooth the fluid across his skin like a fine lotion.

Chris continued to rub his cum into his skin and then lay back, closing his
eyes, he drifted off to sleep with the wonderful aroma of his lust
lingering on his body.

---

"I said 'You're going to be late, Chris!'" His mother yelled as she pounded
on his bedroom door.

"Fuck!" Chris said out loud.  "All right, I'm up...I'm up."  Chris looked
at the alarm clock.  He'd forgotten to set it last night.  "Fuck!" He
uttered again, as he scrambled around the room for his Speedos and gym bag.

As he bent over to pick up the Speedos he found on his floor, the aroma of
last night's jerk off session hit his nostrils.  "Damn, I need a shower."

Chris looked at the clock again.  "Damn it, no time!"  Chris began to dress
and hoped that no one would get too close, and figured he'd shower at the
pool.

---

"Well, well...nice of you to join me." I said with a glare, as I eyed the
boy entering the pool area.  "We start at 8:30, Chris, not 8:45, remember?"

"Sorry, Coach.  My alarm didn't go off." Chris looked down as he walked
toward me.  "Can I catch a quick shower before we start?"  He looked up at
me, with sullen puppy-dog-eyes.  I just about sprung an erection right then
and there.

"Only if you hurry.  We've got lots of work to do, and little time to do it
in." I lectured, as Chris was already running toward the shower room.  "I
hope you are ready for a work out today!" I finally yelled as I watched him
run from me.

No more than five minutes later, Chris was back at the poolside, dressed in
his Speedos, and looking just as gorgeous as he always does.  I walked up
to him, mussed his short hair, though not a single strand moved out of
place, and said to him, "Since you're late, we'll have to make this a short
warm up.  Hop in and let's get some laps out of you."  I blew my whistle
and into the pool he jumped.

Most of the pool houses I've worked in tend to keep the air temperature a
little on the cooler side.  I've found that you lose less water temperature
if the air temperature is not as cool.  This tends to cause a little steam
to form on the ceiling glass, and as the room cools again, we get a nice
little rain sprinkle.

But, for practice, it makes a much more enjoyable pool to swim in.

Chris had already made it to the opposite end of the pool, and was making
his turnaround, by the time I got to my perch on the lower diving board.

Watching my Olympic hopeful do laps was a small personal pleasure that I
took in my job.

With each stroke of his arm, the fine lines of his muscular body created a
moving piece of artwork, and I was not about to miss a single moment.

As Chris reached my side of the pool, he looked up at me for confirmation.
"Again." I said, and he immediately turned and went for another lap.  I
kept this up for four more laps, carefully adjusting the bulge in my shorts
when his head was out of view.

After the last lap, I instructed Chris out of the pool, as I walked to the
edge.  As he lifted himself from the side, I saw his body rise in slow
motion.  Each muscle tight and firm.  Each curve of his body a masterful
cutting of stone.  My mouth began to water at the idea of touching his
skin, bathing him with my tongue.  My erection was now at full mast, and
since Chris and I were alone in the pool area, I made no effort to hide it.

As he stood before, and I began speaking, his eyes drifted down to my
crotch, and stayed a moment too long for me not to notice.

"Pay attention, Chris." I said, drawing his eyes to mine.  "The forward
flip needs work, and your arch is a little off," I watched him carefully as
I spoke.  "Turn around, let's work on your stance."

Chris obediently turned to face the pool, as I stood directly behind him,
being careful to avoid brushing my cock against him.  I placed my hands on
his back and side and moved him into an arched position as I gave my dive
instructions.  It was as though Chris' body were pure acid against my
fingers, burning his heat into my hands.

"Then snap out of it," I continued, as I pulled his body upward.  "You
see?"

Chris nodded his understanding.

"All right.  Let's try the first flip in the series that you're going to
use at the semis."  I pointed to the lowest of the three springboards.
"Nothing fancy yet.  Let's work on your arch."

Chris walked to the springboard, as my eyes traced his every step, burning
the image of his tight scantly clad ass into my memory.

Chris walked to the edge of the board.  Even during practice, his steps
were a presentation; a performance in grace and elegance.  Not floaty or
feminine, just graceful and sure.

He stood for a moment, then raised his arms, sprung once, then again, and
took his dive.  An absolutely flawless arch.

As he crested the surface, I began to applaud.  I couldn't help it.  He was
a natural diver.  A little slow on the relay laps, but his diving skills
were unmatched.

"Let's take it up to the next level, Chris, and let's do the same dive,
please."

"Okay," he said with a smile.  He knew he did well.  He could feel it.

Chris is the type of diver that you hear about in interviews.  He knows
whether or not his dive is good before his hands break the water.

Chris walked to the edge of the second springboard and without hesitating
lifting his arms, sprung off the board and completed another flawless arch.

As his head surfaced, I said, "Again."

Chris nodded and swam to the ladder nearest the springboards.

After a few more dives from the second board, I knew it was time to begin
practice on his somersault dives.

As Chris poked his head through the surface, I pointed to the high dive
board.  He immediately knew what it meant, and the smile disappeared from
his face.

"You can do it.  I believe in you, and you have to start believing in
yourself.  If you're ever going to get ahead in this world, you need to
learn to master your skills, and advance.  You have to take the bull by the
horns, Chris."  I pointed to the high dive board again.

Chris was no quitter, but somersault dives were not arches.  This was one
area he needed work in, and we both knew it.

Once positioned on the high dive board, I yelled up to him, "A simple one
and half twist, Chris.  Let's take these one at a time."

He nodded and raised his arms into position, took a deep breath, let it
out, and quickly took in another.  Then he sprang from the board, twisting
his body as I had instructed, following through on the first roll, but as
his legs began to stretch outward, he lost concentration.  His somersault
went flat, and as he approached the water, he and I both knew what the
result would be.

KER-SMACK!  Chris landed on the water lying almost completely flat on his
back.

I shed my Coach's jacket, and immediately dived into the water.

I met Chris as he surfaced and immediately began asking him if he was all
right.  His breathing was labored, and he was trying his best to fight back
the painful tears.

"Let's get you out for a minute."  I wrapped my arm around him and began
swimming to the edge, pulling Chris along.

He lifted himself up the ladder as I pulled myself up on the edge.

"Sit down on the bench," I instructed as I grabbed a towel for him.

As I began to put the towel around his shoulders, I could see the pattern
of red beginning to form where his skin impaled the brick-like water
surface.  I laid my hand on the very center.

"Ksshhh." Chris inhaled deeply.

"Well that's going to sting for the rest of today.  Rest a minute, Chris,"
I said as I wrapped the towel around him.  "We've got some time before we
call it a day, and there's no reason to beat you up.  After awhile, we'll
try the dive again."

Chris looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"Now, now," I said, as I sat next to him on the bench, both of us dripping.
"There's no need to be upset.  You knew we had our work cut out for us,
Chris.  You're doing fine.  We just need to work on your concentration.
Focus...that's the key."

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

"I didn't follow through," he finally said, looking up at the high dive
board.

"Well there you go.  You feeling better?"

"I...I think so." He said, lifting the towel from his shoulders.

As Chris stood up, I stood behind him.  "Remember, this is your
follow-through," I said, moving his body.

Chris nodded and then headed to the high dive ladder, his back still red
from the last dive.

"Focus," I said with a smile, trying to be supportive and encouraging.

Chris approached the edge of the board and looked down at the pool.  I saw
his lips mumble a few words that I couldn't make out, and then he stood
straight, lifted his arms, sprung from the board, and began his twist.
This time was pure concentration.  All other thoughts had been cleared from
his mind, and the somersault dive was exquisite, dropping through the
surface as though he were as thin as a pin.

When Chris surfaced, he began yelling loudly, "Yes, all right...yeah!"

"Now THAT is what I'm talking about," I hollered back, a large, proud smile
on my face.

For the next hour, Chris continued to practice his somersaults from the
high dive.  We got up to two and half turns before I called it the end of
practice for the day.

"Hit the shower, Chris.  You did an awesome job!"

Chris gave me a 'high-five' as he walked to the shower room, proud of his
accomplishments during today's practice.

---

After putting away my clipboard and shutting off the pool lights, I
returned to the shower room.  Since I had jumped into the pool myself, I
was anxious to wash the chlorine from my hair.

Chris was still in the room, the showerhead jetting steamy hot streams of
water down his firm naked body.

I don't think Chris was expecting me, for as I entered the room, and began
to pull down my wet shorts; he quickly turned from me, the soapsuds rinsing
down his legs.

"Nothing like a hot shower after practice, eh, Chris?" I asked, taking the
shower right next to him.

"That's for sure," he answered back, as I turned on my own water.

The hot spray against my chest was welcoming and I turned around to let the
water cascade down my back.  This gave me a chance to admire Chris in all
his boyhood glory.

He was still facing from me, his left side under the shower spray.  I
scanned the back of his body, and focused my attention on the pale firm
globes of his ass cheeks, as the water ran over them.  Not a single hair
was visible, and I wanted to reach out and touch the boy.  I could feel my
dick rising again, and I reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze.  Then I
grabbed the soap and began lathering my own firm muscles.

"Chris?" I finally said.  "You were mumbling something up on the high dive.
What was it?"

Chris turned to me, and my eyes immediately focused on his fully erect
dick, as well as the small patch of dark curls above it.  When my eyes came
up, Chris had caught my attention, but didn't say anything about it.

He simply smiled at me and said, "I told the water to fuck off, and let me
do my dive."

I began to laugh a little.  "Well, that's one way to regain focus."

Chris began lathering up again, and I followed his lead, lathering my own
chest and belly.  I watched the boy as his eyes wandered down my body and
stopped at my stiff dick.

My own eyes focused on Chris' cock, as he reached down, and began pulling
on it in front of me.

"I always get hard in the shower," I said, shrugging off my erection.

"Me too," he smiled, still pulling on his boy dick.

Chris then turned slightly, giving me a beautiful side view, as he
stretched to reach his back.

"Would you like some help?" I softly said.

Chris only nodded, afraid to seem too eager, but welcoming my advance.  He
turned from me, as I stepped into his water stream and began lathering the
soap across his shoulders and back.

I put down the bar, and massaged his firm, wet and slippery teenage body.
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Does it still sting?" I was
referring to his back.

He shook his head, "It's fine now."

I continued to let my hand slide across his tender skin, as my dick began
to throb.  I was finally touching the boy I had admired for so long.  I was
getting lost in the realization of my own dreams.

By this point, my dick as well as my hands, developed minds of their own,
acting on their own carnal impulses.  My hand slid down the small of his
back, and between the milk colored skin of his ass.

Chris moaned softly and didn't resist, so I continued caressing his skin,
bathing his young body.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered, giving him the opportunity to end
this if he wasn't comfortable.

Chris quickly shook his head, and reached around, grabbing my hand and
placing it on his chest.  "Please don't stop."

My hands continued to bathe the boy, and as they brushed across his stiff
nipples, my fingertips danced with them.  My throbbing cock ached for
attention, but I dared not let go of my boy as he finally gave into my
lust.

I moved my hand further down, brushing across his firm belly until it
reached the pubic patch that I had admired earlier.  I lathered the
soapsuds into his hairs, and playfully caressed him.  I could feel his
young dick bouncing, begging to be touched, and I only held him off for a
moment, before I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his stiff
shaft.

"Oh God, Coach.  That feels so good." Chris softly moaned, thoroughly
enjoying my firm but loving touch.

I pulled him closer to my chest, causing my upright cock to slide between
his firm and slippery ass cheeks.

Feeling my cock against his ass, Chris pushed further backwards, as he
began to whimper.  "Do you want to fuck me?"

His question was one I had jerked off to many times, but now it was real.
Now it was actually happening.  "Oh yes, very much."

With that, Chris pushed even closer to me, and I could feel his tight boy
hole push against my soap-slick dick head.  "Then, fuck me," he said,
pushing again.

I began to push forward, as Chris relaxed as much as he could.  I was
surprised at how easily my pointed head slipped into his love hole.

"Oh God, Coach.  Easy." He said, tightening his hole around me.

"You've never been fucked before, have you, Chris?"

"No, but I want to, please."

"Okay.  Just try to relax, and let it go slow."  I pushed a little forward
as I could feel Chris relaxing his ass muscles.  The pain soon gave way to
pleasure, and I began stroking his dick, focusing his attention on his
cock, instead of his ass.

I pushed a little more of my hard 7-inch cock inside the boy's hungry ass,
and he moaned softly.

Chris was running out of patience, and pushed his entire body back against
me, forcing the rest of my cock deep inside him.

"Oh God yes!" He screamed out as my pubic bush brushed against his cheeks.

I could feel his rectum squeezing my shaft, milking my throbbing cock.

I pulled back slowly, and then began to move my cock in and out of his now
relaxed hole.

It was only a few strokes before we had a rhythm going, and my mind began
to drift in the bliss of my fucking.  With each forward thrust, I could
feel my cock sliding deeper and deeper into Chris' butt.

On the next downward stroke, I pulled out of him completely, my dick
pulsing with excitement.

"Hey," Chris whined.  "What'dya stop for?"

"Lay down on your back," I said, pointing to the wet shower floor.  Chris
didn't hesitate, and laid down on his back, looking up at me.

I knelt down on the tile floor, and lifted his slender legs over my
shoulders, exposing his pink hole to me once more.  I lifted him higher,
and slipped his dick into my mouth, sucking on him, as I held him in a
backwards arch.

"Oh God...that feels so good!"  Chris uttered through labored breath.

I could taste a small amount of precum and I knew the boy was close to
cumming, so I released his dick from my hungry mouth, squeezing his shaft
as it slipped from my lips.

As I lowered his hips, my throbbing wet dick was lined up and ready to
penetrate his tight ass again.  I lowered him onto my cock, which slipped
right in, as though the two were made for each other.

With my hands firmly holding his hips, I moved him up and down my cock,
fucking his young ass.

I could feel the tip of my cock brushing his prostrate, and with each
pulse, Chris moaned out, louder and louder.

"Oh....Fuck yeah....fuck me, Coach....fuck that ass."

His language only encouraged my lust for him, and I could feel my balls
begin to tighten.  I was ready to blast, so I quickly lifted the boy from
my cock, and laid him in front of me, our cocks practically touching.

I began to beat off my cock in front of the boy, and taking my lead, Chris
quickly latched on to his own throbbing cock.

We stroked our hot dicks, begging the cum to escape our balls, and Chris
was the first to start cumming, as he said to me, "I'm gonna shoot."

His first shot went straight up and hit my lips.  I flicked my tongue out,
and quickly sucked in the tasty boy cream.

His following streams landed on his belly and the shower floor.

The taste of his nut juice on my tongue sent me into my own orgasm, as I
rose on my knees and, moved upward on Chris' body.

I pointed my cock at my swimmer boy's face, jerked the sweet man cum from
my balls, spraying Chris across his chest and face, coating him in my
sperm.

As my cum dripped onto his lips, he gingerly licked them and smiled at me.

I leaned down, and kissed him, savoring my cum on his face, as I began to
lick him clean, and then kissed him again.

We finished our shower by bathing each other, and as the suds and our cum
washed down the drain, we were silent, basking in the afterglow of our lust
for each other.

"I guess swim class will never be the same now, huh?" He finally said,
grabbing my dick.

"Nope.  Ever better." I smiled back at him.  "I may even have to keep you
after class for extra practice.  You don't mind, do you?"

Chris shook his head and smiled, and then finished rinsing off.

We finished our shower and got dressed, and as Chris left the pool, I said,
"See you on Monday."

"Okay, Coach," he said, getting into his mom's car, as though nothing had
happened.  The smile in his eyes told me otherwise.

---

"Can you spend the night?" Austin asked, as Chris put down the game
controller.

"I guess so.  Anybody else coming over?"

"Just Matthew." Austin replied, picking out another video game.

Chris could feel his dick immediately stir.  "I'd have to call my mom, but
I'm sure it's cool."

The doorbell rang as Chris hung up the phone.  "My mom said it's cool."

"That must be Matthew." Austin said, opening the door.

---

I hope you're enjoying this adventure.  I welcome comments and questions,
so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.