Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 14:47:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swim Coach - Chapter 7

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 7

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"Coach Frye, can I talk to you for a moment?  It's about the other night at
the house."

My heart stopped and Chris' eyes got as big as saucers.  "Well, certainly,"
I said, sounding confident but fearing what she wanted to say.

"I noticed something the other night, when I came home.  I didn't want to
say this in front of Chris, because I know how embarrassing and wrong it
is."  She said, the smile faded from her face.

"Ma'am?"

"My dinner invitation."

I felt my shoulders drop.  It was as though a huge weight had been lifted.

"I should have insisted that you stay.  After all you've done for my boy."

"Ma'am?"

"You know; the way you two are together.  I mean..." Her voice trailed off,
as she looked behind her to insure that Chris wasn't listening.

"Mrs. Telater, I'm not sure I'm following you."

"Well, Chris just seems to respond to you.  He really looks up to you, and
I just wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?  I really didn't do anything."  I wasn't sure exactly where this
was leading, and I was not about to reveal my cards.

"Oh, yes you have.  Chris has been a completely different person since he
met you.  He's much more respectful at home; he's been a lot more pleasant
to be around; and he gets so excited anytime we talk about the Swim Team.
Even his grades are improving!"  Her excitement made her voice rise, and I
noticed for the first time that her voice reminded me more of singing birds
than a regular person's voice.

"Well, I'm not sure I can take the credit for that.  Chris is a wonderful
kid, and I enjoy having him on my team."  I enjoyed having him between my
lips too, but I didn't dare tell her that!

"Look, I know it's wrong for me to even be talking to you about this.
After all, he's at that tender age," she continued, nodding as though her
statement made perfect sense.  "Everything embarrasses him.  If I ask him
if he needs new underwear, it's a dramatic scene."  She giggled as she
spoke.  "Anyways," she continued, looking down at her watch.  "I have a
very early flight out tomorrow."

"Yes, I'm sorry for delaying you." I said, as I turned to walk to my car.

"No, no.  You misunderstand.  I was hoping that perhaps..." She paused, as
though trying to capture some grasp of bravery from the air.  "You see,
he's still my baby.  I know I'm over-reacting, but it's what I do."  She
rolled her eyes in her head.

"Mrs. Telater, I have no idea what you're talking about."  My lack of
patience was once again wearing thin.

"Oh, Goodness me.  You're so right.  I can never just spit something out,
can I?  Well, I won't be home tomorrow, and I was hoping that you could
pick Chris up."

I started to speak and she quickly interrupted me.

"Yes, yes, I know it's a huge inconvenience, and certainly not something
that's expected of a Coach, but I just thought that since he seems to
respond to you so well that he'd be safer with you, than walking to school
so early in the morning.  Lord knows kids get picked up all the time these
days."  She stopped suddenly, realizing that she was beginning to rattle on
again.

"Well, you are right.  Normally, the school doesn't like it's coaches and
teachers providing transportation for students, even during special
events."  Just then, Chris walked over, hearing the tail end of our
conversation.  "Could I spend the night?"

The question stopped us both.  "Christopher James Telater!" She spouted.
"Where are your manners?"

Chris bowed his head, and then looked up at me.

"Well," I said, looking at Chris.  "It would save me some time in the
morning.  That is, if it's all right with you, Mrs. Telater."

She began to giggle excitedly.  "Oh, my Goodness, thank you, Coach Frye.
Thank you ever so.  You're a dear.  An absolute dear!"  She quickly walked
to her car and swung open the door before I could change my mind.  "You
must come to dinner tonight, then Chris can get his things for the Semis."

"It is getting late," I started to protest.  "Perhaps it would be better if
we just took enough time to gather whatever Chris needs and call it a
night."

"Oh, Posh!" She said, waving her hand at me.  "There's always time to a
good meal.  Just follow me now, and I'll have you on your way in no time."

I could see that arguing with her would do no good, and the look on Chris'
face was pure happiness.  The looks on the faces of Jake and Austin,
however, were more along the lines of jealousy than happiness.

I followed the sparkling Mercedes to Chris' home, and the image of our
Foyer escapade quickly flashed through my mind, causing a stir in my balls.
I reached down, patted them gently and whispered, "Easy, Boys.  Don't blow
this for me."

As we parked our cars, and the boys jumped out, Mrs. Telater immediately
instructed Jake and Austin, so they could get 'plenty of rest.'

The three of us walked into the house, and Mrs. Telater immediately went to
fixing dinner for us.  The whole time she prepared, she yelled at us from
the kitchen.

"This is gonna be great," Chris said to me, hugging me tightly.

"You're going to get me in trouble!" I said to him.

"No, I won't.  You'll see.  Everything is going to be great!"

His confidence was intoxicating and I found myself buying into his
enthusiasm.

Dinner was a light, but wonderful arrangement of Poached Salmon in Dill
Sauce, Asparagus spears, and a tossed salad.  Mrs. Telater offered a nice
white wine to sample, and I kindly declined.  "Never before a big meet," I
said.  "Thank you anyway."

Chris began eating so quickly, I was sure I would have to perform The
Heimlich maneuver before dessert.  "It's okay, Chris.  You don't have to
eat so fast." I said.  He looked up at me, smiled, and slowed to a normal
pace.  "Thank you so much for dinner, Mrs. Telater.  It's absolutely
wonderful."

"Please, call me Charlotte.  And, you're welcome."

"Well, Mrs. Telater...um, I mean, Charlotte, I was a bit surprised that
Chris' father couldn't join us."

"Oh, my Goodness, don't even get me started on that one.  He's almost never
home for dinner."

I could tell I touched a chord, so a change in subject was in order.  "Are
you nervous about tomorrow?" I asked, looking at Chris.

"Naw.  We're ready.  It'll be fun."  Chris said, after swallowing down a
mouthful of food.

"I'm so sorry I won't be able to see it, Honey.  This stupid New York trip
is going to just waste my entire weekend."

"Well," I said, putting down my fork.  "We should get going if we're going
to get a good night's rest."

"I'll grab my stuff," Chris said, bounding from the table.

"He sure has a lot of energy," Charlotte commented.

"He's a great diver, too.  If he doesn't sweep the meet, I'll be
surprised."

Charlotte's pride in her face matched my own.

"Here's my cell number if you need anything."  Charlotte produced a
business card, neatly embossed with her name.

"Thanks, but I'm sure he'll be fine.  Thank you again for dinner.  It was
lovely."

"You're most welcome."

Chris came bounding down the stairs.  "Ready!"

"All right.  Then we're off.  Good night, Charlotte.  I'll bring Chris home
right after the meet."

"Thank you, Coach Frye.  I'm sure Chris' father will be home, so that will
work out just fine."

We walked to the door, and Chris quickly walked out, afraid at any moment
that his sleepover plans would be cancelled.

"Good night," I said again, as I walked out the door.

"Good night," Charlotte said, closing the door behind her.

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The first few miles in the Honda were quiet.  I finally broke the silence.
"Something on your mind?"

Chris responded by snuggling deep into my side and I put my arm around his
shoulders.  It felt so natural and comfortable to have him there, and I
didn't want him to move.

"Better?" I asked.

He nodded.

By the time we arrived at my Big Rapids apartment, Chris was sound asleep
under my arm.  I pulled into my parking space, hoping to the heavens that
the old busy body, Mrs. Huckstin, wasn't out 'emptying her trash again.'

"We're here, Chris."

He woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, and realized that it wasn't
a dream, he hugged me tightly.

"Wow, what was that for?"

"For making me feel so special!"  Then he reached up and gave me a quick
kiss on the cheek.

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"This one's mine," I said, opening the apartment door.  Chris walked
inside, and as I switched on the light, he began to look around.

He stopped in front of my couch, looked up at me and said with a smile,
"You're not going to make me sleep on that are you?"

"Well, where else are you going to sleep?" I said, already knowing what his
teenage mind was cooking up.

Chris' smile quickly faded, sure I was serious.

I smiled widely, and said, "Gotcha!"

I showed him down the hall to my bedroom, and he tossed his bag to the side
of the room.

"We better get some sleep!  4:45 comes mighty fast!"  I peeled off my shirt
and shorts, as Chris watched with intense concentration.  His eyes widened
slightly as I slipped out of my underwear and pulled back the covers.  "You
coming in?"

I never saw a boy undress so fast in my entire life.  In a flash of fast
moving limbs, he was naked and beside me under the covers.  I switched off
the light, said good night, and Chris snuggled under my arm.

It felt wonderful to have someone sharing my bed, and the heat from his
firm young body made my dick tingle and begin its slow and steady rise to
attention.

Of course, the fact that Chris was now slow caressing my chest, only added
to my excitement.

"Are you comfortable, Angel?"  I whispered softly.

"Mm, hmm," he moaned, snuggling closer to me, as though we could somehow
mesh as one.

Chris continued to caress my skin, as I rubbed his arm.  Then, he moved
closer still, and I felt his stiff cock press against my leg.  He began
gently humping my leg, which only made my cock twitch and leak.  "You'd
probably sleep better if we took care of that, don't you think?" I asked,
reaching down and grasping his firm shaft.

Chris inhaled deeply at the feel of my warm hand around his cock.  "Yes,
please." He whispered, reaching up to kiss me on the cheek.

I slid my hand out from under him and gently laid him on his back.  The
brilliant full moon lighted the room through my open window, and a slight
warm breeze made my sheers skip and prance.

As I looked down into his eyes, they glistened like rare jewels, just
waiting to be stolen away.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked me, suddenly aware of my staring.

"I think that you are the most handsome young man I have ever seen."  I
reached down and touched my lips to his.  I began to passionate kiss Chris,
my feelings of attraction for him flowing through my lips.

Chris parted his lips slightly, an invitation that I would not turn down.
I immediately poked my hungry tongue into his mouth, and danced with his
tongue.

Chris wrapped his arms around my strong shoulders, not wanting anything to
break our embrace.  I could feel him push up slightly with his hips, and I
felt the slightest wetness at the tip of his firm dick.

As much as I wanted our passionate kiss to last forever, I knew that there
was another goal planned, and I was not about to let him down.  I broke our
embrace, and Chris let out a small whine as our lips parted.  I reached in
and pecked his lips once more, letting him know that I too was enjoying the
attention.

Slowly, meticulously, I moved down Chris' hairless pale skin.  I planted
small, loving kisses on his slender neck that led me naturally to his broad
chest.  His swimming had done wonders for his pectoral muscles, and he
tensed them slightly as I ran my tongue along the outlines, and then moved
teasingly to his erect nipples.

As I reached his left nipple, I sucked it into my mouth and then released
it with a slight popping sound.  I continued to plant kisses across his
chest as I moved to his right nipple, again sucking it into my hungry and
skilled mouth.  This time, I was not so quick to release my erect prisoner,
and instead gave a little nibble to the very tip.  "Oh fuck yeah, Coach.
That feels awesome."  His hips thrust upward again, and I knew that his
dick was crying out for the attention that his nipple was receiving.

I lowered myself to Chris' firm belly.  Despite his young 14 years, Chris
had already developed a delicious 'six-pack' and my mouth covered every
inch, as though committing his muscles to memory.

As I reached his naval, the finest of hairs danced across my tongue.  Even
when I opened my eyes, I could faintly see the treasure trail before me,
but my tongue knew only too well how to treat them.

I followed his fine trail to the dark bush just above his rock hard dick.
As I reached it, I inhaled deeply, absorbing his wonderful aroma of shower
soap and the slightest hint of boy sweat.

I wrapped my fingers around his now pulsing cock, and pulled his shaft skin
forward, milking the few drops of clear precum from his channel to the tip.
As the small pool formed at the tip, I gingerly raked my tongue across the
very tip, cleansing the precious fluid from its source.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, delighting in his sweet flavor.

"Oh Fuck, Coach, don't make me wait.  Suck that cock, please!  I want you
to suck me.  Please, Coach!"

I ended his torment, and engulfed the full length of his teenage cock into
my lusting mouth, tightly closing my lips around his base.

"Ugh, fuck yeah, Coach, suck that cock.  Ugh, oh..."

Chris' enjoyment was clear, as was my own.

Teasingly, I began to pull off of his dick, and he quickly thrust his hips
forward, forcing his boyhood back into the warm crevice of my mouth.

I smiled at myself.  He was taking control of his enjoyment, and was not
about to let me off easy.

I gently caressed his smooth balls, and occasionally slipped my tongue out
from under his dick, and brushed against them, sending more of his tasty
precum onto my tongue.

Chris began to thrust upward again, fucking my tight mouth, and I let him
take control again.  As I laid across my bed, the feel of the cool sheets
pressed against my hard cock made me leak again, and I began humping the
mattress in rhythm with Chris.

Soon I could feel Chris' balls tighten, and his breathing quicken.  He said
not a word, but I knew he was close, and my suspicion was soon answered as
the first spray of his sweet boy juice streamed across my tongue, followed
by another slightly thicker stream.

Chris opened his eyes and looked down at me.  "Don't swallow all of it.  I
want to taste it."

I did my best to hold his cum in my mouth, and even before he had
completely recovered from his peak, Chris pulled me up to his mouth and
tightly pressed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue inside.

As he sucked his own sweetness from my mouth, I felt him tug on my dick.

When he was satisfied that he had recovered all that he could, he lowered
himself down my body, quickly taking hold of my wet dick.  "Now, I want to
taste yours!" he said, engulfing my cock, and sending instant shocks of
electricity up my spine.

I was already pretty worked up, humping my sheets, and now his warm mouth
around my cock was too much.  "Chris, I'm going to cum."

"Mmmm," he said, locking his lips tighter around my thick shaft.

"Uh, uh, it's...it's..."  I could hardly breathe, let alone speak, as my
hot cum raced from my excited balls, and charged through my cock to spray
the back of Chris' throat.  He swallowed hard, and sucked again, milking my
cock.

After the third jet of hot semen escaped my dick, it became too sensitive,
but Chris refused to let go, and continued to milk every drop from my
balls.

His tongue masterly worked the bottom of my cock, as he brushed my dickhead
against the roof of his mouth.

I tried to pull from his grip, but he grabbed my ass cheeks, locking me to
his face, sucking as though it were an air mask.

My dick stayed hard, and I could feel another orgasm building.  What an
incredible feeling it was.  I had never experienced a 'multiple orgasm'
before, and this boy was bringing me to the edge of one.

His oral orchestration on my cock made me wiggle and thrash about, and all
the while, he kept his mouth locked onto my cock, waiting for another
precious load of hot man cream.

"Oh, God, Baby, I'm gonna cum again.  Oh, Chris, don't stop, Babe, I'm
cumin....."  Another blast erupted from my cock, and although it was not as
strong or as long, it was enough to finally satisfy his hungry appetite for
sperm.

As my breathing subsided, and my dick softened and slipped from his wet
mouth, I looked down on this boy and smiled at him.

It was at that moment that I realized I was in love with him.

Chris swallowed again, and licked his lips, assessing if any of his
precious drink has overflowed.

Then, Chris crawled back up to his spot under my arm, closed his eyes, and
exhaled.

There were a few minutes of silence as we basked in our bliss of afterglow.

As another warm breeze skated across our skin, Chris wrapped his arm across
my chest and whispered, "Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything, Sweetheart."

"Well, I think...I feel like...I think I love you, Coach."  He squeezed me
tightly; unsure of how I would react.

My own joy was so overwhelming that I felt a tear come to my eye.  "I love
you too, Chris."  I squeezed him close to me.  "And you only have to call
me 'Coach' when we're at school, okay?"

Chris looked up, love and admiration in his eyes.  "What do you want me to
call you?"

"Call me Russell.  Now, get some sleep, Angel.  Good night."  I kissed him
on the head, and he settled back down.

"Good night, Russell."

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Saturday morning found us running around the apartment like two
disorganized fire ants, scrambling here, and scrambling there.  We made it
out the door at 5:30, but not without a bit of nervousness and frustration.

Despite my desires, I opted against sharing a shower, and told Chris to
take a quick one while I got my things together.

On the drive to the school, Chris was buzzing with excitement about today's
meet.  "We're gonna kick ass today, Russell.  You'll see!"

It was sweet to hear him use my name so lovingly.  And I had to admit to
myself, that my feelings for him were growing stronger.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Chris grabbed my hand.

"What's wrong, Chris?"

Sudden fear and uncertainty entered his eyes.  "What if I belly flop
again?"

"Don't worry, Mister!  I believe in you and so does the rest of the team.
Now, let's get going."  I turned off the car and opened the door.  I was
not about to let Chris feel any fear about today's meet.  "You're a great
diver.  I know it, the team knows it, and soon the judges will know it
too."

His loving smile returned, and he opened his door.

Jake and Austin walked over to the car.  "You guys are late," Jake said, a
wicked smile on his face.

"Shut the fuck up," Chris smiled back.

I wasn't sure if it was some kind of code between them, but Jake seemed to
instantly know the events of last night.  Funny though, I didn't seem to
care if he did know.

I corralled the boys onto the bus, and instructed the driver that all were
present and accounted for; and we were off at 6:00 AM sharp.

The hour and half bus ride gave the boys plenty of time to get themselves
psyched up for the meet.

"All right, all right, settle down," I yelled out.

TWEEET.

The boys fell silent.

"The Semis have been going on in this state for years, so don't think for a
minute that you are going to go in there like you own the place.  You're an
excellent team, and you're going to do fine, but there's a few rules that
we need to go over."

Some of the boys moaned at the formality.

"I know, I know, but it's important that you boys are prepared.  First and
foremost, you will not show any type of disrespect for the other teams.
So, no 'booing' or any of that crap.  I don't want to lose a position
because some wiseass makes a snide comment.  Got it?  Good.  There's going
to be four schools competing today."

I looked around the bus, and all eyes were on me.  I was proud of my team,
for if nothing else, my team had discipline and respect.

"St. Anthony's Christian Academy of Grand Rapids; East Side Middle School
of Detroit; Riverdale Middle School of Ann Arbor; and finally, Windom
Middle School of Traverse City.  These are the best swim teams in the
state, Gentlemen, so don't think you're going against amateurs."

I let that thought sink in for a moment.

"There will be several events that occur today, so when you're not in the
pool, you will stay in our designated area.  No wanderers, understand?  If
I catch you outside of our area, I'LL pull you out of the competition
myself."  My eyes left no question that I was serious about my last
statement.

"What about the scouts?" Jimmy sounded off.

"Good question.  I'm told there will be an Olympic Scout there, but I've
not confirmed that.  So, swim like any one of the audience members could be
a scout."

I ended with a few more of the official rules and then wished them good
luck.  The team then roared with excitement and went back to their busy
chatter.

We arrived at the Mount Vista Swim Center in Saginaw, and as the driver
parked our bus, all of us were at the window, amazed at the size of this
place.

We quickly grabbed our bags, and scrambled to the building.  As we walked
inside the huge glass building, we were amazed to learn that there were
three full Olympic size pools in this arena.  There would be several events
occurring simultaneously, and judges from all over the country had been
flown in for the meet.  There would only be one school representing our
state that would go on to the Nationals in Texas.

We were given our access passes, and guided to the locker room.

"This will be your designated area," the gruff old escort huffed, pointing
to tiled area just off the deep end of one of the pools.  "Stay behind this
yellow line when you're not competing."

"Yes, thank you," was all I could say.

As we looked around, we noticed several hot tubs bubbling away around the
arena.  There were two for each pool, and our tub was at the end of our
tiled area.

"Awesome!" Reggy blurted out, dipping his hand into the water.

HOOOOOOONK!  A loud horn blared, and the bustle and noise of all the teams
subsided.

"Welcome to the 32nd Annual Aquatic Semi-Finals.  Coaches, please ready
your teams.  The first events will be High Dive in Pool One; Butterfly in
Pool Two; and 200 Medley Relay in Pool Three.  Events start in five
minutes.  We'll now ask the audience to please take their seats.  Thank
you."

The announcement stirred everyone's excitement.

As I looked up into the stands, there was one gentleman that caught my eye.
He nodded and smiled, and then sat down above our designated area.

I quickly brushed it off as a kind admirer just showing some encouragement.
I would find out shortly that it was nothing of the sort.

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