Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 11:58:13 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: Swim Coach - chpt 5 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! --- CHAPTER 5 --- "Chris told me stuff," Jake continued. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Now I could feel the heat of my blood rushing to my face. Chris looked at Jake and Jake looked back at Chris. The boys suddenly lost any nerve they had. However, it was too late for shyness now. I needed to know exactly how much Chris had told Jake. My entire career flashed before my eyes, and this time, the ending wasn't pleasant. "Well?" I demanded. Chris quickly removed his hand and the boys looked at me, not sure whether to cry, speak, or jump out of my car. Chris finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Coach. It's just that it felt so great to have someone who understands me that I told Jake about it. He started asking me questions and stuff, and it just sorta spilled out." I looked at Jake who was nodding in agreement with Chris. I turned and looked forward, trying to pull myself from the situation. It was a crossroads I hoped I wouldn't come to. I knew that my relationship with Chris was risky, but my hormones had already proven to be my worst enemy. Now, my secret life was on display in front of all three of these boys, and the prospect of "coming out" was not a pleasant one. "Coach? Are you okay?" Chris asked, gently placing his hand back on my leg, startling me out of my trance. "Yes, Chris, I'm fine," I said, putting my hand on top of his. "It's just that you boys have put me in a pretty precarious place." I paused for a moment. "Yes, Jake, I am gay." Chris and Jake both seemed to breath a sigh of relief, as if any other answer might send them into the bitter depths of humiliation. Chris looked at Jake and whispered, "I told you." Jake simply elbowed him in response. "Look, Boys. You need to understand something. If anyone else finds out, and I mean ANYONE else finds out, I'm toast, do you understand? Firing me from the school will be the least of my problems. I could go to jail!" The stern look in my eyes left no doubt that I was serious. "We won't tell anybody, Coach, you have my word." Chris said, as he looked deep into my eyes. My heart melted immediately, and all I could think of to do was to hug the boy. "I'll have to take your word, Chris. And you two?" I said, looking at Jake and Brad. "We won't say anything, Coach. It'll be our secret club." Jake said, and Brad nodded. They liked the idea of having a 'grown-up' in their corner. I started the car again, as the images of Chris' parents, Jake's parents and Oh, God, Mr. Newkirk, flashed through my head. --- The rest of the trip was quiet. No one knew exactly what to say. I dropped the boys in front of Chris' house and they began to pile out of the car. Just before Chris closed the door, he stuck his head back in. "Don't worry, Coach, it's cool." He then shut the door, and I watched as the three of them disappeared inside Chris' front door. "Worry?" I said out loud. "Me worry? What the fuck do I have to worry about? Only fucking everything!" I jammed the Honda into gear and pulled away. --- The rest of the week went rather smoothly, and I did my best to steer clear of the showers after practice. My 'secret' may be out to three young boys, but I was not about to 'prove' anything. However, that changed after practice Friday night. "Coach?" "Oh, hey, Chris. Great dives today. I think you're ready for the Semis. You're not nervous, are you?" "No. Yeah. I guess so. I dunno." His confusion concerned me. "Chris, what's up, Buddy? Why the hesitation. You've executed the last dozen dives with precision. The Semis will be a piece of cake. Why so worried?" I rested my hand on his shoulder. "Coach, the Semis are next Saturday!" He looked up at me, as though that single statement explained everything. "Yes, I know that. And?" Chris lowered his head. "What if I don't make it?" He finally whispered, afraid to even hear the words himself. "Hey now!" I said loudly, lifting his chin. "I won't hear any of that from my star swimmer, got it? You're going to go to those Semi Finals next week, and you're gonna kick everybody else right out of the pool! I've seen you dive, and I'm not the least bit afraid. Neither should you!" I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and hugged him to me. "Go home, Mister Telater. Get some rest, and come back fresh and ready to take on the world on Monday. Go on now." Chris smiled warmly and turned to leave my office. He quickly looked outside the door to insure that everyone was gone, then stepped back inside, and closed the door behind him. I looked at him curiously. "Was there something else?" Chris didn't answer. He just looked at me with that hungry look in his eyes. He had the same look in his eyes in the foyer of his house, and I knew it meant only one thing: Chris wanted a repeat performance. "Chris, I'm not sure what you have in mind," I lied, "But it's time to go home. I have to lock up for the weekend." Chris only smiled wider, and began removing his t-shirt. My eyes followed his movements and my cock began rising to the occasion. "Chris, seriously," I protested half-heartedly. "Mr. Newkirk could walk in here and bust us both." Chris continued to smile, his eyes locked on mine. "Fuck him," he finally whispered, as his hands gracefully dropped his shorts to the floor. My eyes immediately focused on the large bulge in his bikini briefs. Chris stepped out of his shorts and walked to my desk, hopping up on to it. I sat back in my chair, and Chris raised his legs, and placed his feet on the arms of my chair, his legs spread, emphasizing my view of his boyhood. Then, slowly, seductively, he brushed the front of his briefs with his hand. His dick jumped and stretched against the red material. My mind raced, and I wasn't sure what to do next. My balls quickly resolved that problem by pumping some additional testosterone through my blood. I leaned forward, positioning my head between his smooth, hairless legs, and inhaled his aroma. Chris smiled down at me and slowly nodded, encouraging my hunger for him. Suddenly the image of "The Iron Claw" flashed in my mind. "Not here," I said. I quickly stood from my chair, lifting Chris' legs from the arms of it. "Let's get out of here." I walked to the door, and quickly looked out to insure that no one had seen Chris enter my office for such a long period of time. My own paranoia was kicking into high gear, and I could feel my breathing increase. I bent down, and in one carefully orchestrated move, scooped up his clothes and tossed them to my desk. "Get dressed, Chris, and hurry." Chris looked at me confused and disappointed, but did as I requested, and hurriedly donned his shorts and t-shirt. I was sorry to see that beautiful boycock disappear behind the darker, loose-fitting shorts. "I'm taking you home" I said, as we left my office and I locked the door. --- I was the first to speak in the car on the way to Chris' house. "Chris, you need to understand something." "I know, I know, your 'secret.' Geez, Coach, it's no big deal." Chris turned and looked out the window. "Chris, it IS a big deal. You're comfortable with who you are, and I think that's great. But, it's different for me. I have a career to think about." "Why don't you just say you don't like me?" Chris continued to look out the window, and I could hear the tears in his voice. "Don't like you? I'm crazy about you!" Chris turned to me, surprise in his eyes. "Then, why won't you touch me like you did at my house? Why have you been ignoring me?" "Oh, Chris. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I wasn't ignoring you. I just didn't want anyone to get suspicious that I like you...'that way.'" The words I was uttering didn't make me feel any better than they were making Chris. I turned the corner and pulled over to the side of the road, stopping the car. I turned and touched Chris' face. Then slowly, cautiously, I leaned toward him, delivering a gentle, warm kiss to his tender lips. As I pulled back, I gauged his face for his response. Chris opened his eyes, and looked deep into my heart. "That was wonderful," he said, smiling. "Chris, I am crazy about you, but I have to be careful. And so do you." I rested my hand on his leg, and he placed his hand on mine. "Besides, we have the Semis to focus on. Okay?" "Okay, Coach." Then, he reached up and returned my kiss. I hugged him tightly and then turned the car back onto the road to his house. --- "Morning, Russell! I trust you had a good weekend." Bill looked at me with his usual mix of sarcasm, distrust, and dry humor. "Oh yeah. It was one all-night-brawl after another." I smiled at him, receiving only an icy glare in return. "Semis on Saturday. We still on track?" "Yes, Sir. I promise the school will be proud." I said, boasting my chest forward. "Better be. Rumor has it that an Olympic Scout will be there." He turned and left the Teacher's Lounge before I could respond or ask questions. The words mulled through my mind. 'Olympic Scout...at the Semis?' It was pretty rare, but I had heard of one or two occasions when scouts would visit some of the competitions looking for Olympic hopefuls. "Chris!" His name escaped my lips, and I knew immediately that if anyone on my team was Olympic material, it was Chris! --- "All right, all right, settle down. Line up, Gentlemen!" I announced as I approached the pool. My team quickly assembled in a straight line along the pool edge. "I was given some news this morning that I think you should be aware of. It's about the Semis this Saturday." The boys began to stir and mumble among themselves. "It seems that we may have a special guest during the events." The boys looked at each other. "I've been told that an Olympic Scout will be attending to check out possible hopefuls." The boys all smiled. A shot at the Olympics! "Which means," I continued, "That I have to make damn sure that every one of you is performing at your absolute limits! So, no more days off, no more goofing off. Practice will be for three hours every night this week, starting tonight." The boys again looked at each other, and then looked back at me. Reggy broke the silence, "Are you serious, Coach?" "Yes, Reggy, I am serious. This is a one shot deal, Guys." I looked at the boys. "Listen, sit down for a minute." The boys sat down on the pool deck. I moved in closer, and kneeled down. "The truth is, that most of you won't even get to meet the scout, even if he is there. But, since it's been a few years since I was in the circuit, things may have changed. They won't be looking at the same things as before. So, I have to try my hardest to make you boys ready. Which means YOU have to try your hardest to be ready for the Semis!" The boys began to nod in agreement. "Okay, for those of you that have parents picking you up tonight, you can use the phone in my office to tell them you'll be late this week. The rest of you...start your laps!" TWEEET! A few of the boys walked to my office, while the rest scrambled into the pool, their scantily clad butts wiggling into the cool pool water. Watching my boys swim laps is one of the best parts of my job. And to think I get paid for it! As I walked to my Coach's chair, and made myself comfortable for the afternoon practice, I quickly adjusted my rising dick, so it would not be as noticeable. Chris caught me adjusting, and simply smiled, winked once and then went back to his laps. Little devil! For the next 30 minutes or so, I made sure that all the boys had some endurance practice doing laps. Reggy was making progress, but in the long haul, he still had a lot of work to do. I was worried about his performance at the Semis, but I had to focus on all the boys as a group. TWEEET! "Okay. Dive team to the Springboards. Lap team, you can take five!" Chris and the rest of my Dive Team made their way to the springboards. I saw Chris get off the ladder at the first board. "Telater! Top side!" I yelled, pointing to the highest of the boards. I saw him grumble for a moment, teasingly, and then begin his ascent up the ladder. "Thomas, forward flip, please!" I yelled out, as Bruce Thomas walked to the end of the board. The slender 7th grader stood for a moment, focusing his concentration on his dive. The sight of his slender legs dripping pool water almost made me bust a nut right there, and my dick jolted. Bruce executed his dive, with only a slight waver, which was more than I could say for my dick, which by now, was aching to be set free! Chris was next to dive, and as he approached the end of the high dive board, a respectful hush fell over the pool. This always made Chris a little bit nervous, but he was getting used to it. Chris looked over the water, and then hesitated. Reggy looked up at him, smiled and yelled out, "Kick ass, Chris!" Chris smiled back at him thankfully, and turned his back to the pool. One bounce, then another, then a third, sending his slender body into the air. I watched closely, as though the whole dive were in slow motion. A carefully executed arch, then a twist, then a barrel roll somersault three times, before stretching his arms outward, just in time to dip so gracefully into the pool. The boys erupted in applause, and I couldn't help but jump up from my seat to join their enthusiasm! As Chris crested the surface, the roar of the boys was intoxicating. As the applause died down, I yelled out, "You do another dive like that on Saturday, and the Semis belong to us!" The boys cheered again. --- We continued the practice until 6:30, when I told the boys it was time to call it a day. "See you at practice tomorrow, Gentlemen. Get some rest. We'll have another intense practice tomorrow! Hit the showers!" The team began heading to the showers, and I watched from my chair, pretending to take notes on my clipboard. Their tender young butts jiggling in their tight Speedos only added to the intense pressure in my balls. There was no doubt that I needed a shower myself, just to relieve the pressure. As the last of my team left the pool area, I climbed down from my chair, switched off the huge lights, and gave my dick a gentle squeeze. 'You'll have to wait," I whispered to my dick. As I walked into the locker room, it was the normal bustle of teenage boys fooling around and getting dressed. My team is like most others, in that everyone gets along pretty well. And so far, no one has had any disagreements. I passed by the lockers and scanned my boys during the various stages of dressing. I'm always fascinated by the variety of underwear my boys choose to wear. Most are those patterned boxer shorts; some are those sexy tighty-whities; and some still are bikini shorts. Only a couple of my boys are daring enough not to wear underwear at all. Stewart Smythe is one of those daring boys, and as I watched his stuff his manly looking 5-inch love tool into his jeans, I instantly envied his zipper. Within minutes, most of the team cleared out of the locker room and headed for home. I breezed by the shower room to see who was left, and was not the least bit surprised to see Chris and Jake were still in the shower. However, this time Austin had stayed behind to join them. "Nice boner," Jake said, pointing at Austin's 41/2-inch cut dick sticking firmly forward. Austin shyly turned toward the wall. Chris saw Austin turn. "Dude, it's no big deal. I get boners in here all the time. So does Jake, don't you, Dude?" Jake nodded in agreement. "There's only one way I know to get my dick to go back down," Jake said, firmly grasping his rising cock. He started pulling on it, as Austin watched, slowly turning back towards the boys. "Man, you do this in here?" Austin asked, not believing Jake was so brave. "Sure. Once everybody leaves, we get the place to ourselves." Jake began massaging his balls, noticing that Austin's eyes were glued to Jake's crotch, memorizing his every movement. Chris began stroking his own dick, excited at Jake's openness. Austin was getting a double show, and his dick bounced with excitement. "Go ahead," Chris said, nodding at Austin's hard dick. "It's cool." Austin hesitated for a moment, looked around the shower, as though someone were still there, and then slowly reached down to his now throbbing dick. I peeked my head into the room in time to see Austin grab his beautiful young dick and begin pulling on it, matching the rhythm that Chris and Jake had established. I said nothing, and could feel my own breathing increase at the sweet sight of these three vivacious young boys jerking off together. I reached down and gave my own pounding cock a good squeeze, and it jumped to attention, drooling my precious precum from the tip. Chris continued jacking his dick with one hand, and reached over to cup Austin's balls with the other. Austin had closed his eyes, and jumped at the feel of someone else touching his balls. When he saw it was Chris, he tilted back his head, and pushed himself forward, allowing Chris better access. Austin then moved his hand from his dick, and Chris quickly took over stroking the boy's hard cock. "Oh man, that feels great," Austin moaned, as Chris jacked him off. Jake reached around and began playing with Austin's smooth ass cheeks, caressing them softly. Austin looked at Jake, looked at Chris, and then closed his eyes again, unable to believe such a wonderful experience was happening to him. By this point, I had been rubbing my hand across the front of my shorts, massaging the huge bulge that was begging for attention. "Oh yeah, check it out," Jake said as the first shot of his boy juice jetted from his dick and sprayed Austin's leg. A second and third white stream followed, coating Austin with fresh hot boy cum. Austin rubbed his hand across the slippery wetness, massaging it into his skin like a fine lotion. "Mmmmm, ugh, I'm gonna shoot," Chris said, releasing Austin from his grip, and cupping his own tender balls, milking the juices from them. Austin watched closely as Chris shot two watery streams of his own cum across Austin's belly. Austin could smell the aroma of Jake and Chris' lust on his body, and he inhaled deeply, increasing the speed on his own cock. Austin continued to stroke his dick, faster and harder, and as I watched the boy go at it with such intensity, my balls tightened and released their hot liquid into my underwear, soaking the front of my shorts. I didn't care. The warmth felt wonderful, and I was so happy to feel the release of my cum through my pulsing dick. I continued to rub the front of my shorts, as I watched these naked boys begin to clean up, burning their pale skin images into my memory. I was just about to turn away when I heard Austin say out loud, "Chris, I'm gonna blow." Chris and Jake quickly turned to watch as Austin sprayed the floor with two quick shots of his fresh boy cream. "Cool," Jake said as he smiled at Austin. "Yeah, cool. I told you it was okay," Chris agreed. "We better get moving, or Coach is gonna wonder what we're up to." All three boys began to giggle and I turned away from the shower room, unnoticed under the cover of their giggles. I quickly went to my office and closed the door behind me. With my back to the door, I lowered my hand into my shorts, and rubbed my fingers through the warm sticky cum that was drowning my dick. I lifted my fingers and brought them to my nose, inhaling the wonderful aroma of my lust before dipping my fingers into my lips, and licking them clean. I was about to go for seconds when a small tap came on my door. "Coach?" I opened the door slightly and peeked out. "We're almost outta here," Chris said, a towel wrapped around his slender waist. "Do you guys need a ride home?" I asked, trying to act reserved. Chris smiled at me. "Nah. Austin's mom should be here soon. Thanks. See you tomorrow." "Okay, Chris. Good night." I closed the door and leaned against it. I was busted for sure, but somehow also relieved that Chris knew. How much he knew was still a mystery, but I didn't care. When I heard the large gym doors slam shut, I knew the boys had left. I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. I quickly rinsed off the evidence of my boy-lust, and dried off. The images of those gorgeous boys continued to play through my mind, and kept my brain quite busy during the drive home. --- Tuesday evening came much faster, and although the practice went much the same, what happened in the shower that night would change the course of my career. My trio of sexually adventurous boys resumed their session, though I didn't get the chance to witness it. I had some assignments to grade, and was busy in my office, while the boys finished up. I was startled out of my concentration when I heard someone yell, "What the hell is going on in here?" I recognized "Iron Claw's" voice immediately, and my blood ran cold. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. 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