Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 12:50:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swim Coach - chapt 3

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 3

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"This is my house," he finally said, as he pointed to a light blue Tudor
style house on the right.  "Looks like mom isn't home yet."

"Will you be okay by yourself?"  I asked, pulling over in front of the
house.

"Sure.  I'm home alone a lot these days."  Chris hesitated for a moment.
Then, our eyes met as he turned to me.  "Did you wanna come in for a
minute?"

"I really think I should get home, Chris." I said, hesitant about his
offer, despite the rising urges screaming from my crotch.

Chris laid his hand on my upper thigh, moving slowly toward my crotch.
"Please?"

His confidence in himself was one of the things that I loved most about
this boy.

I was about to shake my head no, when Chris pushed his hand closer to my
crotch, brushing across my now very stiff dick.  "He wants you to come in."
Chris said softly, smiling at me.  He was right, my dick DID want to go in.

"Just for a minute," Chris continued.

My dick went into overdrive, and he giggled as I shut off the engine.

As soon as we were inside the door, Chris pressed his lips to mine, and
passionately kissed me.

My mind was racing, but I didn't protest.

I was his coach, but I didn't resist.  Chris continued to rub his hand
across my bulge, and when he finally broke our embrace, he said, "I want to
see it."

Chris didn't wait for answer and began unzipping my pants, dropping them to
the floor.  The white fabric of my briefs was stretched out and a small wet
spot appeared at the tip of my dick.

As Chris pulled my underwear to the floor, he immediately grasped the shaft
and began pulling it up and down, squeezing even more of my precum to the
tip.

"Have you ever sucked someone's dick before?" I asked, caressing his soft
hair.

"No.  But I'd like to."  He looked up at me, his eyes asking for
permission.

I nodded softly, and Chris parted his lips, pressing the head of my cock to
his mouth.

"Act like it's a lollipop, Chris, and use your tongue.  Mmmmm, yeah, that's
it.  Oh yeah, that feels nice."  I moaned as Chris began to work over my
throbbing cock.

Chris was a natural born cock-sucker, and took to my dick, like a duck to
water.  All the while, as he worked over my head and shaft with his wet
tongue, he played with my tingling balls.

"You're really good at this, Chris.  It feels so good."

I knew that if the boy kept it up, I would bust loose any moment, so I
stopped him and pulled his hungry mouth from my cock.  "Now, it's your
turn," I said, kneeling down in front of him.

As I pulled the baggy shorts down his legs, Chris smiled, as he wasn't
wearing underwear.  He apparently had this planned all day.  I didn't mind!

His stiff dick pointed at my face, and I quickly engulfed the full length
of his boy dick into my hungry mouth.

Chris moaned softly, and I could tell he was getting weak in the knees.

I released my strong hold on his dick and asked him to lie on the floor.
As soon as his tight butt rested on the tile, I resumed my oral attention
on his boyhood.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to satisfy this young boy and
make him my own.

Chris wrapped his fingers into my hair, and began bucking his hips forward,
pushing more of his tender dick into my mouth.

I could feel his balls begin to tighten upward, as I gave him long and
tight motions up and down his slender shaft.

"Oh yeah, Coach, fuck...suck me...mmmm."  Hearing him swear at me only made
my dick harder and more aroused.  "Mmm suck my fucking dick.  Uh...uhg...."

He was getting close, but I didn't want him to lose it just yet.

I released his dick, and he pushed upward, trying to force himself back
into my mouth.

I kissed his skin just above his small patch of pubic hair, and worked my
way upward, pushing up his shirt.

As I reached those beautiful nipples that I had seen a hundred times
before, I was even more excited, sucking each one into my mouth until it
was firm and pointed.

Then, I moved further up, and pressed my lips to his, again kissing him
passionately.  As Chris opened his mouth, I quickly darted my tongue
inside.

Chris broke our embrace and softly whispered to me, "Suck it some more,
please, coach!"

I quickly moved back down to his throbbing boy pole, and as I slipped the
still wet dick back into my warm mouth, he moaned again, "Oh yea...that
feels so good.  Oh, fuck yea, suck it...mmmm, god this feels so fucking
good!"

I moved my hand down and cupped his balls, gently massaging them in my
fingers, churning his boy cum.

"Mmmm, uh...oh God, Coach...oh fuck...I'm gonna shoot.  Oh yeah, suck my
dick...suck it...ugh...uh...."

I didn't let go, but only pressed my lips tighter around his shaft, milking
his creamy nectar.  Chris bucked his hips upward, and the first shot of his
hot, delicious boy cum exploded in my mouth, and I quickly swallowed it
down.  Chris forcefully ejected another two streams against the back of my
throat, and I continued to switch between suck and swallow, desperately
trying to keep up with his orgasm.

Chris soon calmed as his wave of passion flowed and his reality slipped
back into his mind.  He slowly opened his eyes, and looked down on me.  He
said nothing but simply smiled.  Not arrogant or rude or even domineering,
just satisfied and happy that I was the one who had brought him such bliss.

I stood up and he held my face in his hands.  Then, without any notice at
all, he leaned forward and licked my bottom lip.

He backed up and closed his mouth, savoring some of his cum that had
dribbled out.  "No reason to waste it," he whispered.

Just then we heard a car pull up.  We both looked at each other, frozen for
a moment, then we said in unison, "Mom!"

We scrambled to gather our clothes and raced up to this room.  As Chris was
about to shut the door, we heard the front door open.  "Chris?  Honey, I'm
home.  Did you eat?"

"No, not yet.  I was just showing Coach around the house." Chris yelled, as
he zipped up his pants, and began to softly giggle.

"Shhh," I whispered, tapping him on the back of the head.

"Oh, that's right.  How was practice?" She yelled from downstairs.

"It was fine.  Coach says I'm getting really good!"  Chris began giggling
again.

I could feel my own face begin to blush.

"Well, ask Coach if he'd like to stay for dinner."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Telater, I just couldn't," I said as I proceeded down
the stairs, once again fully dressed.  "I still have papers to grade and
it's a school night.  Good night, Chris.  Thanks for the tour.  You have a
really nice house, Mrs. Telater.  Puts my apartment to shame."

"Why, thank you," she said, fluttering her eyes at me.  "How nice of you to
say so."  She reached out her hand, expecting me to kiss it like you do the
Pope.  I simply shook it instead.

"Thank you for the invite, though.  See you at practice tomorrow, Chris.
Remember, high dive, so nothing too heavy for lunch, all right?"  I quickly
made my way to the front door.

"Some other time, I hope," Mrs. Telater smiled.

"Thank you.  Good night."  I closed the door behind me, and stood there for
a moment trying to find the breath that I had lost inside.

---

The ten-mile drive North to Big Rapids was welcomed this evening.  It gave
me plenty of time to think about what has been happening with Chris.

'You could lose your job!  You could end up in prison!  Are you out of your
mind?'  The thoughts raced through my brain, and as quickly as the negative
thoughts intervened and worked to crumble the tingling feelings of elation
Chris had evoked; my hormones and compassionate feelings quickly kicked in
to repair the damage.  'He's a great kid.  He obviously likes you a lot.
You never did anything against his will.  He wanted it as much as you did.
HE invited you in!'

HHHHOOOOOOONNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKK!

The blaring sounds of the Mack Truck horns scared me back from my replay as
I looked up to see the oncoming headlights, just in time to swerve from his
lane.

I quickly jerked the wheel to the right; narrowly missing the front of the
truck by what I thought sure was mere inches.

My rusted out Honda jerked and squealed as the right rear tire began to
lift from the pavement.  Just as quickly, I jerked it back to the left in a
panicked attempt to once again straighten my travel.

The Honda squealed and coughed and I punched the gas pedal, forcing the
front wheel drive car to jerk forward.

All four wheels once again made contact with the dark pavement and she
began to straighten out, coughing and belching smoke clouds from behind
her.  "Easy girl," I spoke to my car.  If she had any reply, I heard none,
for my own racing heartbeat was so loud in my ears, I actually looked
around for a moment in search of high-powered speakers.

Almost as quickly as it started, my Honda was again straight in my lane and
moving smoothly forward.

I was wide-awake now; that much was for certain.

Soon after, I pulled up to my modest one bedroom apartment in Big Rapids.
As I pulled the car into my parking space and shut it off, I laid my head
on the steering wheel for a moment.  I closed my eyes and tried to will my
heart to return to normal.

Despite my good health, seeing your life quite literally flash before your
eyes is something you don't quickly recover from.

TAP TAP TAP!

I jumped and stared out my driver's window.  "Jesus Christ, Mrs. Huckstin,
you scared the shit out of me!"

"You get kicked out of your apartment?" The crotchety old woman asked.

"No, Mrs. Huckstin, I didn't get kicked out of my apartment!"  I replied,
disgust in my voice at her busy-bodiness.

"Well, it's 11 o'clock.  You shouldn't be sleeping out here.  You should be
sleeping in your own bed."  She shook her head disapprovingly and walked
away.

"11 o'clock?" I whispered to myself.  "Oh, the old broad has lost it for
sure," I continued as I looked down at my watch.

I looked up, unable to believe my eyes, and then looked down at my watch
again, trying harder to focus.  Sure enough, the dial readout said, 10:55.

"I don't get it," I said, shaking my head.  "But, I just got home.  It was
no more than 7, 7:30 at the latest when I left Chris'."

I got out of my car and went to the hood.  I knew before I even touched it
that it would be cold.  "Oh, this is bull shit!"  I went back around,
released the hood lever, and walked back to the front of my car.  I quickly
lifted the hood, and placed my hand down on the engine.  Cold!

I shook my head again, unable to make sense of the time lapse.  "I wasn't
asleep.  I'm sure of it."  I was trying to convince myself.

I locked up the car, and went upstairs to my second-floor apartment.

I tossed my briefcase onto the floor and collapsed on the bed.

The blaring chatter of the morning radio personality rudely awakened me,
and as I strained to open my eyes, I realized that I had fallen asleep
without even so much as removing my shoes.

I focused on the alarm clock, as I slapped the top of it, desperately
searching for the 'off' button.  The readout displayed 5:45, and I groaned
out loud.

As I stepped out of my shoes, and slid down my pants, I saw the briefcase
lying on the floor.  "Well, children, I guess your papers will have to wait
to be graded."

I quickly showered, dressed and hurried back to the school to start another
exciting day of teaching, and the much more exciting task of coaching my
beloved swim team.

The freakish lapse of time from the evening before was all but a distant
memory and I brushed it off as over-exhaustion.

As I entered the Teacher's Lounge, I was instantly grateful that someone
had brought in muffins.  I grabbed a blueberry muffin, and poured some hot
water into my teacup.  If I could have injected the caffeine into my veins,
I would have.

"You look like hell," Principal Bill Newkirk said to me.

"I didn't sleep very well last night, Bill," I lied.  The truth was I woke
up in the exact position I fell asleep in.

"Maybe you should cancel practice tonight, and get some rest."  Bill
suggested.

"With the semis coming up?  Are you nuts?"  I shook my head.  "These boys
have worked really hard for this, Bill.  I can't let them down."

Bill shook his head in disagreement, but knew that arguing with me on any
issue regarding my team was futile.  Despite my 'dedication' to the team,
it was Chris I really wanted to see.  However, I didn't dare make that kind
of a reference in front of Principal Newkirk.

As an ex-college football player, Bill stood an intimidating
six-foot-three, and weighed in at a solid 260 pounds.  His fist alone had
earned him the nickname, "Iron Claw."  His reputation for kicking ass, both
in the political arena as well as literally, in the case of any unruly
students OR their parents, had given me just cause to gauge my interaction
with Bill very carefully.

I was certainly no wimp, but it was clear to me from the first day I
started in this school, that if Bill and I ever matched up, I'd be carrying
my ass home in a paper bag.

What made my relationship with Bill even worse, is that he was as
homophobic as they come.  He had been known for seeing to it that more than
one student was expelled from his quaint and proper little school for being
gay.

Oh, sure, he never actually came out and said it that way.  He'd find some
other behavioral issue to use as the catalyst for expulsion, but the end
result was the same.  If you're gay, you're out of 'his' school.

Little did I know that this year, that attitude would change, and for the
better.

---

I muddled through the day's classes, enjoying the students, though not as
much as usual, and counting the hours until practice.

Then, as 3:45 approached, my energy level lifted, as though it were powered
by some higher influence.

The bell rang, and I jumped out of my seat, almost as quickly as my
students.

"I'll have your papers tomorrow.  Remember to reach Chapter 6 tonight.
There will be a quiz on Friday!" I yelled as my noisy room emptied out.

I looked up at the clock again.  3:46.  I rushed to gather my papers into
my briefcase, and scrambled down to the pool.

As I unlocked my office door, I felt a tap on my back.  "Hey.  Nice butt!"

I quickly turned and saw Chris smiling up at me.  My flash-temper quickly
cooled, as I realized who was flattering my backside.

"Hey, yourself.  You're early."  I said as I opened my door, and set my
briefcase on the desk.

"Yeah, Mrs. VandeMeer let us out, cuz she was sick of hearing of bitching."
Chris quickly looked around to see if anyone heard his swearing at the
coach.

"Okay, well, go get changed, and I'll see you at poolside."

"That's cool," he smiled at me again as he turned and headed to his locker
to change.

---

"Careful, Chris.  Bending over like that, somebody might stick something up
there!"  Jake laughed as he saw Chris quickly stand up straight.

"Like you have anything to stick up there!" Chris quickly quipped.

"Right here, Chris, right here," Jake said, grabbing his crotch and
thrusting it forward.

Chris pulled up his Speedos and slammed the locker door.  "You better
hurry, or Coach is gonna make you do extra laps!"

"Yeah, Coach can suck my dick," Jake winked at Chris.

Chris said nothing, but the idea of inviting Jake into their little circle
was something that made Chris' dick tingle.

---

"Well, I'm glad you could make it!" I yelled out as Jake finally entered
the pool area.

"Sorry, Coach.  Somebody swiped my towel."  Jake's face was red with
embarrassment.

"We'll get your towel back.  Line up over there, Jake."  Once in line, I
addressed the team.  "I know that some of you are really good lap swimmers,
while some of you are better at diving.  Today's practice is about
endurance.  So, none of that matters."

The boys looked at each other and then me.  "So, let's have you line up in
rows of six.  When I blow my whistle, you jump in and do as many laps as
you can.  Try to really push yourself.  Go ahead and line up."

The boys quickly scrambled, forming lines at the end of the pool.  "Good.
All right.  Before I whistle you into the water, I'm going to give you a
lap count.  Reggy, you're up first."  Reggy came from the back of one of
the lines and stood in front of me.  "Reggy you have 16 laps as your lap
count.  Try to beat that.  Understand?"

Reggy nodded his head.

"Good.  Ready?  Set?"  TWEEET!

Reggy dove into the pool, and began swimming across to the other side.

"Okay, Henry.  Beat 12."  TWEEET!

And so it went; each boy with a number in his head that he had to try to
beat.

As the nearly naked boys made huge waves across the pool, I returned to my
seat at the side, higher above the pool deck, to record the laps.
Fortunately, I had staggered the start of each boy; so marking the laps was
pretty easy.

As the practice wore on, my exhausted team had excelled their personal
bests in stamina, and was now taking their break on the pool deck.

It was like a scene from San Francisco where all those Sea Lions gather on
the pier.  Except without all the noise.

After a few minutes of allowing them to catch their breath, I climbed down
from my chair, and once again addressed the team.  "Excellent work.  New
personal bests by every one of you!"

The boys began to smile at their achievement.

"We're almost ready for the semis.  I'm giving you guys tomorrow off.
You've earned it."  The boys burst into cheers.  "Okay, okay, settle down.
However, I want you back here bright and refreshed, and ready to back to
business on Thursday, got it?"  All of them nodded.  "Good.  Hit the
showers, and I'll see you boys Thursday."

The boys headed to the showers and I made my way to my office.  I figured
that I would have a good half hour to forty-five minutes to grade papers
while the boys showered, dressed and left for home.  I also figured that
since it had been a while since I had a good swim, I'd take advantage of
the pool after everyone left.

"Good night, Coach.  See ya Thursday, Coach.  See you later, Coach."  The
boys began to leave in little groups.

When I was sure everyone was out, I closed my office door and began to
change from my Coach's shorts to my Speedos.  I pulled the slick material
up my legs, and tucked my half erect dick into the suit.  I absolutely love
the feel of my Speedo suit against my skin.  It's the best thing next to
skinny-dipping, which is my favorite way to swim.

I climbed up the highest of the three springboards, walked to the end, and
looked out over the pool.

In my mind, I could hear the roar of the crowd beginning to hush as I made
my dive choice.  I turned around and balanced the balls of my feet on the
edge of the board.  Then, with all my might, I pushed downward, and sprung
from the board, spun three times in the air, and curled inward to complete
my somersault, then quickly extended my arms to complete the dive.

As my body coursed through the water, I quickly arched up, in time to feel
the bottom of the pool with my feet.  I pushed upward, and swam to the
surface.

In my mind, I could hear the audience applauding frantically, cheering the
successful dive of its Olympic contender.

As my face broke the surface, the applause continued.  It was when I opened
my eyes that I realized the applause I was hearing was real.  However, it
was far from a crowd.  Standing on the edge of the pool, backpacks at their
feet, was Chris and Jake, clapping proudly.

"Fuck, Coach.  I had no idea you could dive!" Chris said proudly as they
stopped clapping.

"I thought you boys had left already," I said, wading my way to the edge of
the pool.

"Well, Jake's mom was supposed to pick us up." Chris answered.

"And?" I said, lifting myself from the pool.  Jake and Chris' eyes locked
on my torso immediately, and their attention made my cock stir.  "And?" I
repeated.

"Oh, well, I just called her cell phone," Jake answered, "And she said
she's gonna be another hour or so."

"Well, I was about to catch a shower and head out.  You boys are welcome to
wait here until I leave, if you'd like."  I quickly wrapped my towel around
my waist, as I could feel my dick growing and pushing forward on my suit.

"Cool.  Thanks, Coach." Chris smiled at me.

I headed for the shower room, and although I didn't turn around, I could
feel the boys watching me as I walked away from them.

I quickly turned on the water, letting it warm up as I shed my Speedos and
hung them on the hook next to my towel.  The hot water on my skin was
inviting and relaxing.

I began to lather up, as the stress of the day, my exhaustion, the
competition, my thoughts of Chris, all melted away, and flowed down the
drain along with my soap bubbles.

I was a good five minutes into my shower when I heard a soft giggle at the
entrance of the shower room.  I began rubbing my face as though I were
washing it and carefully peered through my fingers.

There, at the doorway, was Chris and Jake, watching me shower.  Although I
could only see part of their faces, I knew it was them.  I decided to give
them a little show.

I grabbed the soap bar, and began leisurely lathering my firm body.  There
was enough steam in the room to give a sense of mystery, but not so much
that they couldn't see.

My dick began to swell, knowing that these two boys were watching me.

I moved the soap bar down my chest and began rubbing my firm belly.  Each
motion was dramatic and purposeful.  Soon enough, my dick was at full
attention, and I reached down and began rubbing the soap along my hard
shaft.

"Mmmmm," I moaned out loud, as I peeked through slightly opened eyes,
gauging their reaction.  The boys were less modest, assuming I had no clue
they were there, and moved a little closer into the room.

By now, I could see them rubbing their crotches as they watched me bathe my
muscular body.

I started shaving my body when I was on a swim team, and had kept up the
habit.  There was only a patch of pubic hair above my stiff cock, and no
other hair to be seen.

The soap bubbles embraced my body, and I leaned back under the shower
stream, chasing the bubbles from my body.

My cock was beginning to leak its precious precum, and I gave it a good
slow pull.  "Mmmmm," I moaned again, and wrapped my fingers around my cock.

By now, Chris had pulled down his uniform pants, and was beginning to jack
off, trying to match my movements.  Within two or three more strokes, Jake
followed Chris' lead, and pulled out his dick to show it some loving
attention.

I began to stroke my cock faster and was beginning to really enjoy jacking
off in front of these boys.  I wasn't shy about my verbal expressions, and
the "ooos and mmmms" rolled off my tongue like a porn movie.

Chris began stroking faster and I could tell by his movements that he
wouldn't hold out long.

I increased my speed, and could feel my cum boiling to the surface.  "Oh
yeah, I gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."  I leaned back, allowing the boys a good
clear view of my dick, as the first stream of white man juice ejected from
my cock and shot across the shower floor.

The second shot, though not as strong, still arched from my cock.  I opened
my eyes in time to see Chris pull harder on his cock, milking his boy cum.

More of my cum dripped down my fingers as I continue to stroke my shaft,
though I was slowing my pace.

Chris tried to be as quiet as he could, but a soft moan escaped his tender
young lips, as he arched forward, and shot two quick and watery shots of
boy cum onto the floor.

I slowly turned toward the wall, using the shower stream to rinse the cum
from my hand and dick.

I heard the boys quickly pull up their uniforms and scurry out of the
shower room.

I finished my shower, and turned off the water.  As I grabbed my towel, and
was heading toward the door, I heard Jake say, "YOU ask him!  He likes you,
Chris.  He'll do it for you!"

"Fuck you, Jake.  I'm not putting my ass on the line for your little
brother!"

"Come on, Chris, ask him, PLEASE!" Jake pleaded.

"Ask me what?" I said, as I came out of the shower room.

"Nothing, Coach.  It's a stupid idea." Chris said, elbowing Jake in the
ribs.

"Why don't you let me decide that?  What did you want to ask me, Jake?"

Jake looked embarrased for a moment and then hung his head down to the
floor.

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