Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2003 12:06:45 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: Swim Coach - chapt 11 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 11 --- "Can't this wait for the morning? I'm beat, Jerry." I knew I sounded whiny, but I didn't care. I was tired, and I still had this aching tingle that needed immediate attention. "I'd rather not. It shouldn't take long. I'll see you in ten minutes." Jerry hung up the phone before I could deny his request. Exactly ten minutes later, my doorbell rang. Before I had the door completely open, Jerry spoke up. "I know it's late, and I apologize. This won't take long but I do want to discuss a few closing details with you." "Well, come in, then." I said, motioning inside. "Nice place. Cozy. Still, seems a bit quiet to me." Jerry said, looking around the small apartment. "Yes, well, us lowly coaches don't make six-figure salaries. Now, what's on your mind?" I closed the door, and took a seat in my favorite easy chair. "Are we still on target with Chris and his mother? Will she sign the paperwork?" "Yes, of course, but I told you that already." I glared deep into Jerry's eyes, and suddenly realized how nervous and uneasy he felt. "Jerry? What's this all about?" Jerry lowered his head and softly said, "I'm sorry, Russell. I had no idea how this would turn out like this. I mean, it's really a first for me." "What are you talking about?" I asked again, thinking that the worst had happened, causing all of my plans to fall into the dark abyss. "Russell," Jerry looked again into my eyes and moved closer to me. "The other night, in my motel room. I felt something. Something I haven't felt in a very long time. Not since the service. Russell, I don't want tomorrow night to be the last time I see you." Jerry placed his warm hand on mine and the passion in his voice passed through my skin. "Jerry, I don't know what to say. I mean, I think you're a pretty terrific person, and awesome in bed." I smiled at him, and he grinned back. "But you live in Florida and my home is here. Long distance relationships never work out." Jerry got up from the edge of my chair and paced to the window. It was pitch dark outside, yet the solemn man looked out it. "Russell. Sometimes in life, we need to make decisions...difficult decisions...in order to seek out what really makes us happy." "That's true, but I still don't see..." Jerry suddenly turned toward me, a newly inspired passion in his eyes. "Russell, I want you to come to Florida with me." "Well, I suppose I could take a few days off, just to make sure Chris gets settled." I started thinking about how much vacation time I had coming. Jerry chuckled and walked to the chair, sitting on the arm of it. He then wrapped his arm around me. "Russell, I'm not talking about for a visit. I'm talking about moving there, with me." My mind locked up, and I was suddenly dumbfounded. I had no idea he felt this way about me, and even as wonderful as our moment of passion was, I simply figured it a release of male lust. After all, he is wonderfully good looking, and why shouldn't I have a little fun? My drifting thoughts were soon lassoed back to reality when I heard Jerry ask, "What are you thinking, Russell?" "Jerry, you're a really sweet guy, but I mean, come on. Isn't this a bit sudden? You hardly know me." "What's to know, Russell? You have a passion for what you believe is right. You're drop-dead gorgeous." My face began to redden. "And you love the sport of swimming as much as I do. Besides, tell me you didn't feel something between us." "Well, yes, I did, but I hardly think...Look, I'm a difficult person to live with. I mean, look around, Jerry. I'm not very materialistic." "That's great. We'll live sparsely. Less to clean up." He responded with a smile. "I'm not a morning person, but I don't drink coffee either." "We'll drink tea. Do you like tea?" "I like my quiet time. Sometimes, I just sit quietly for hours." "I'll build you a study for your quiet time." Jerry was insistent on working out every reasonable problem I came up with. "What about my cars? How do I get both the Honda and Jetta to Florida?" "We'll hire a moving company. Look, Russell. You haven't given me a reason yet why you shouldn't try this." His words rang true, and at that instant, I realized the spark that I felt for Jerry the moment I saw him in the stands. He was exactly what I had been praying for. Someone to care for me, and even better, to share my life with. "And what if you decide, after living with me for awhile, that I'm not the dream-boat you think I am? Then what?" The words escaped my lips before I could catch them. My brain was in overdrive, and my mouth merely reacted. "That's easy, I just kill you off." I stopped cold in my tracks and looked at him. The shock on my face sent him into a fit of laughter that made Jerry's face turn red and his breathing falter. "Oh, yeah, yuck it up. Real funny." I finally said. "Oh, Russell, come on. You're being way too negative about this. Look, I've got a wonderful place in Florida, and I would love to share it with you. Besides, it would give you a chance to still have an influence on Chris." That was the magic button, and Jerry knew it. I looked into his eyes again, and the light I saw was more than mere passion. It was genuine, warm, and loving. Jerry leaned down, and I moved upward, pressing our lips together. Jerry lifted me from the chair and onto the carpet, our lips never breaking their embrace, our tongues already familiarizing themselves with each other. Jerry finally broke from our kiss. "I want you, Russell. Now and forever." With that, Jerry began to undress me, and my rising dick made no complaint about his efforts. Jerry gingerly slipped his fingers into my shirt and lifted it off my head while only undoing the top two buttons. Then, just as skillfully, and just as gently, he slipped my pants from my legs, tossing them aside in 'burlesque' style. With only my socks and white briefs left, Jerry worked his hands down my smooth legs, removing each sock as though it were the only purpose he had in this world. He moved up my body again, planting loving kisses along the way, until he reached my briefs, which were now straining from his attention. Jerry began kissing and sucking on my bulge through the white fabric, even licking the front of my briefs, causing a wetness to appear. His passion grew, as he slipped his warm hands into the waistband, pulling them down the same path my pants had followed, once again, tossing them aside after twirling them playfully in the air. Then, Jerry stood above me, and as I looked up at him, he did his own burlesque; gingerly removing every stitch of clothing he wore. What lasted minutes, but seemed like mere seconds past; and our naked bodies were once again pressed together in a loving passion that only two people who's hearts have joined, can feel. Jerry slowed planted kisses along my naked torso, only stopping along the way to pay special attention to my nipples before proceeding to the faint treasure trail below. His tongue mapped a path to my firm upright cock, before finally resting into a delightful bath across my clean-shaven balls. He then returned to my dick, engulfing the full length of it, as I moaned and closed my eyes, embracing the warmth of his loving tongue. Jerry may not have been very experienced, as he had told me, but his talent far exceeded anything my dick had felt in a very long time. Slowly and gingerly he would scrap the edges of his teeth along my hardened shaft, sending signals of electricity through every nerve in my body. I wanted him, there was no question, and as he continued his oral exercise on my cock, my heart melted in the blissful feeling that he was doing this for me. Jerry made not one reference to reciprocation, but I didn't wait for an invitation. I nudged Jerry forward and moved around in a sixty-nine position, quickly lifting his leaking dick into my mouth. The mild taste of his clear liquid made my dick jump in his mouth, causing Jerry to moan with satisfaction. My passion grew, as sucking dick has always been my favorite activity. I'd rather do that than breathe, and Jerry could tell how much I was enjoying the task at hand. Or, more accurate, the task in mouth. Jerry let my dick slip from his hungry mouth only long enough to utter, "We're made for each other." Then just as quickly sucked in my cock. "Mm hmm," was all I could utter, my mouth full of his firm manhood. I gently massaged his balls, dark with curly pubes, churning the liquid that I wanted to savor. Although I had requested a condom at the motel, that thought was far from my mind now. Jerry again broke from his feast and asked me, "Do you want to taste it?" Looking down at me, he saw my eager nodding, and then went back to his work. I could feel the urge in my balls growing and his attention made my aching balls react. Jerry could sense my oncoming wave while a wave of his own quickly built in his balls. I stroked them and played with them, begging them to release their tasty juice. Our breathing labored as we gave in to our passions, each trying to out-do the other in a mound of sucking, moaning, and rubbing that would put most porn-movies to shame. It was evident that we couldn't get each other's dick shoved far enough down our throats, but that didn't stop our gallant efforts. "Oh God, fuck yes, Russell," Jerry moaned as he released my dick, and began pulling hard and fast on my shaft. I tongued the inside of his foreskin, gently pulling on it with my teeth. Then, I quickly darted my tongue into his slippery piss slit, commanding his cum forward. My wish was granted as Jerry gasped deeply, and tensed his body. The hard monster between my lips delivered its much-anticipated cream syrup onto my tongue, coating it with luscious aggressiveness. Jerry shot not one, two or three ropes, but certain four or more streams of his ball juice exploded in me, and I swallowed each line quicker than the last, working expertly on his dick. In the passion of his orgasm, Jerry had stopped stroking my dick, and my balls screamed to me for attention. I reached down and resumed the task that Jerry had let go of, and my balls boiled, ready to deliver its seed. "Oh, Man...ugh, uh....mmmmuh," I moaned while pulling faster and faster on my shaft. I could feel the rush of my cum boiling forward like a speed-train. Jerry looked down and could tell by the heavy precum that I was close to climax. He quickly slipped his lips over my head, as I continue to pump my cock. Harder still I stroked my cock, my balls finally releasing the tense pressure, delivering wave after glorious wave of hot cum onto my lover's tongue. Jerry moaned softly, savoring the flavor of my hot cum as it oozed down his hungry throat. We lay still for a few moments, allowing our breathing to return to normal, and basking in the blissful afterglow of passionate sex. I then turned my body again, aligning his beautiful face with mine. I reached in and kissed him softly, but with enough pressure for him to know that I was serious about my feelings. I could still taste my own spunk on his lips, and it made my dick tingle, knowing he had brought me such a powerful orgasm. Finally, I spoke, my conscious mind waking up. "Jerry, I know it's a bit late to ask this question, but..." "Yep, I'm clean. I've tested negative every six months for the past three years. And with the exception of my motel room with you, it's been five years since I was with anyone." He smiled down at me, and I quickly moved closer still to his face, locking my lips to his. We were on the same wavelength, and I was happy to hear he was clean. I told him I was also clean but made no reference to my experiences with Chris. Jerry, however, was in tune with me much more than I realized. "What about Chris?" He asked, looking seriously at me. "I mean, you have been with him, haven't you?" If my dick hadn't softened completely after sex, his question sure did the trick. I felt myself suddenly searching for a lie, but knew that lies would be a horrible way to start our relationship, if we were going to have any type of relationship at all. "Jerry, the truth is, I'm a boy lover. I have been for years. And yes, I've been with Chris. As far as I know, he's clean, because other than a little fun in the shower room, he's not been with anyone else. But, how did you know?" Jerry shook his head. "I heard you in the shower room, and since I'm a boy lover too, I put everything together. Besides, I could tell at the Semis, that your feelings for this boy weren't just plutonic." "Jesus, was it that obvious?" "Not to everyone, Russell. But, you have to make me a promise. It's only me from now on. It's not worth the risk. Deal?" My heart did jumping jacks, and I hugged Jerry tightly to my chest. "Deal." We rested in silence, there on the floor of my apartment. Then, little by little, we shared our passions, our interests, our dreams, and even the things that excite us, including our love of boys. Jerry was right, we were made for each other, and my heart began to meld with his. --- It was 4:00 AM before I realized that I hadn't gone to bed. Jerry lay in my arms, naked on the floor, and as we talked, our minds drifted into a tunnel, unaware of anything other than the two of us. My eye caught the readout of my VCR, and my heart suddenly jumped. "Oh fuck...it's four o'clock." "No, it's not. Quit playing around." Jerry smiled, not believing me. "I'm serious, look!" I pointed to the VCR, and Jerry's eyes widened. "Where the fuck did the night go? Geez, Russell, I knew I was hooked on you, but wow, I've never had anyone make me lose track of time." He kissed me again. "Me either, but I'm going to be shit tomorrow at school. Plus, I have swim practice and another of Brad's swimming lessons." I could feel my heart racing under the stress. "Easy, Russell. Look, let's catch a couple hours sleep, then a shower will make you feel better. I'll make breakfast, and we'll go from there. All right?" I snuggled back into Jerry's arm, and even though my mind continued to race, I somehow felt better knowing he was there. --- I was awoken from my dreamless sleep by the smell of frying bacon and eggs. I refused to open my eyes, certain that the wonderful aromas now filling my apartment were part of a dream. The English Muffins popped up in the toaster, and my eyelids popped open from the sound. Jerry could sense I was awake, though to this day, I'm still not certain how he knew. "Good morning. You didn't tell me if you liked tea, so I took the chance and made some anyway. Earl Grey all right?" He called from the kitchen. "It's only my absolute favorite." I called back, the unmistakable blissful smile stretching across my face. I caught my reflection in the hall mirror, and seeing the smile on my face, my suspicions of last night were confirmed. I was in love. I stood there for a moment, trying to assess if I was really awake. It was all too wonderful. Had my prayers really been answered? Was this man going to be the one I would share the rest of my life with? 'Fuck, Russell, get a grip,' I finally whispered, urging the smile to relax a little. I walked to the kitchen and as I entered, Jerry, clad on in his gray boxers, stopped suddenly. His eyes scanned my body, and I realized that I was still naked. Jerry smiled at me. "Nice to see you feel so comfortable around me." My machismo took over. "Well, I have nothing to be embarrassed about." I lied, and I could feel the heat rising to my face. "Do you like sugar in your tea?" Jerry asked, turning from me. "Yes, please. Jerry, this smells wonderful. You certainly know your way around a kitchen. I figured you for having a chef, or Butler or something." I kidded him, as I snuggled up behind him, hugging him tightly. "Mmmm," Jerry moaned softly. "I like that. But listen," he turned to me, spatula in hand, "let's get something straight between us." "You mean this?" I said, playfully lifting my soft dick and pointing at him. "Russell, I'm serious. You have to let go of this money issue. Yes, I make a good living, but let's not let that be the focal point of everything, okay?" "Hey, look, I'm not opposed to being a well-kept man." I smiled warmly at him. It was a lie, because I was certainly used to depending on myself. "Yeah, I can tell by looking around that you've been well-kept." He chuckled. I wasn't sure if I should feel offended or relieved that he didn't care about my possessions, what little there was. Jerry saw the look on my face and leaned in to me, kissing me on the cheek. "I'm not in this relationship for the money, and I don't think you are either, okay?" It was the perfect response. And my heart fell deeper. "Oh, by the way," Jerry changed the subject, going back to his bacon. "I took the liberty of making a few phone calls this morning." "Jesus, how long have I been out?" I looked over his shoulder at the kitchen clock. 6:30 on the dial. "There's a position in Florida, if you want it. There's a junior group in need of an experienced coach. I've already talked to my superiors and they think you'd be perfect for it." "But what about Chris?" I sipped my tea. It had been steeped perfectly and just the right amount of sugar. "That's the beauty part. Chris' group is in the very next pool area, so you'd be able to see him every day." I hugged Jerry to me again. "Jerry, this all seems too wonderful, and I really don't know what to say." "Hey, we've got to get going." Jerry plated the breakfast, and set it on the table. "It's a big day for you. I'm going to catch a shower while you eat. Mind if I use your shampoo?" "Help yourself," I said, forking some of the egg into my mouth. --- Jerry showered and dressed and left my apartment, as I was getting ready to leave myself. "I'll see you at 7 tonight, at the Telater's. I'll have the paperwork with me. Bye, lover!" With that, he kissed me on the cheek and was out my door. My mind was rushing with thoughts and emotions, and I struggled to keep my mind focused. It was when I looked down and realized I had two different colored socks on, that my mind was clearly not focused. I muddled through school and swim practice the best I could. I was tired, anxious, excited, worried, concerned, and a gambit of other emotions too numerous to mention. My distraction was obvious when it took Chris three times of calling my name to get my attention. "Coach Frye?" he finally yelled, causing everyone to look up at me. "Hm? Yes, oh, I'm sorry, Chris. My mind was in Disneyland. What's up?" "Is the meeting still on for tonight?" His eyes gleamed, and my heart seemed to glow in his presence. "Yes, Chris. Mr. Thomas will be there with the paperwork. Once this semester ends, you'll be on your way to Florida." "Shhh, no one else knows, and I want to wait to tell Jake tomorrow." He looked around to see if anyone was listening. By now, the boys had gone back to their practice. "Sorry, I didn't know it was a secret. Mums the word," and I made a 'zipper' motion with my fingers across my lips. --- "Telater!" Reggy called over to Chris. "Hey, Reggy, what's up?" Reggy looked around then softened his voice. "You and Jake still coming over tomorrow after practice?" Chris felt a sudden surge in his groin. "Yep, sure are." He said casually, despite the rising of his excitement in his dick. "Cool. See ya." And then Reggy walked away, as casually as if he'd made some practice comment, as Team Captain. "What was that all about?" Jake asked, walking up to Chris. "Reggy just wanted to make sure we were still coming over tomorrow." Chris smiled wide. Jake looked at him suspiciously. "What'd he say to you?" "Nothing much, just asked if we were coming over." Chris turned to walk away. Jake ran to his side. "Are you sure it's okay that I'm there?" Suddenly Jake was not feeling as secure about Reggy's kindness as Chris was. "It's cool, Jake. He asked both of us, so relax, okay?" --- DING DONG! The doorbell was loud and chimed through the large white house. Charlotte opened the door. "Oh, Coach Frye, how nice to see you again." She smiled wide, and noticed the stranger at my side. "Charlotte Telater, I'd like you to meet Mr. Jerry Thomas, Olympic Committee of Florida." I pointed to each as I spoke, making the formal introductions. "Very pleased to meet you. Won't you come in?" She backed from the door, allowing us into the Foyer, as Chris came bounding down the stairs. Jerry noticed Chris right off, and smiled wide. "And here's our next Olympian. Hello, Chris. I'm Jerry Thomas." Jerry proudly stuck out his hand, and Chris looked at me for assurance. I nodded softly and Chris took his hand. "Nice to meet you," Chris said politely. "Well, dinner is almost ready, so why don't you gentlemen have a seat in the dining room while I finish the preparations. Chris, show our guests to the table, please." "Yes, Maam. This way, please." I was proud of Chris' manners, and Jerry seemed impressed. As we sat down, Jerry started what seemed to me to be a very well rehearsed presentation of the Olympic campus. "You'll certainly make lots of new friends there, and you'll be sharing a common interest. We also have the latest technical advances in swimming, so your training will be top notch." Jerry smiled proudly. Jerry finally paused, and looked at Chris, who didn't seem as excited as one would expect from a teen whose life is about to be enhanced. "You don't seem very happy about this, Chris. Anything wrong?" "Yes, yes, I'm very happy. You can ask Coach, this is a dream come true." Chris answered defensively, suddenly painting a smile where there had not been one before. "A dream indeed. Most kids would kill for a chance like this." Jerry said, matter-of-factly. I decided that Chris needed a little salvation. "Chris has lived here all his life, Mr. Thomas, and I think he's a little apprehensive about going to a strange place that he's never even visited before." "I see," Jerry said, looking deep into my eyes. "Well, it seems to me that a visit is in order then." "A visit? To where?" Charlotte asked, bringing individual glass-plated green salads to the table. "Oh, thank you," Jerry said, as Charlotte placed the first plate in front of him. "I'm going to arrange for you and Chris to visit the facility next week. I'm sure you'll find it most inviting." Jerry stabbed a few lettuce leaves with his fork. "That sounds wonderful, doesn't it, Chris?" Charlotte said, nodding at Chris. "Ummm, can Coach come to?" Chris looked at Jerry dead on. There was no giving in on this request, and Jerry felt it. "Well, I don't see why not." Jerry said, placing his hand casually on my knee under the table. I couldn't help but jump a little, as it startled me, and I hoped that Chris and Charlotte hadn't noticed. Charlotte served the rest of her dinner, and all of us made small talk about Chris' athletic abilities, the Olympic facility, and Florida in general. As Charlotte cleared the dishes, with Chris' help, she proudly said, "Now I hope you saved room for cake." Without even waiting for an answer, she disappeared through the swinging doors, leaving Jerry and I alone at the table. "Well, it seems you'll get to see your new home a little sooner than we originally planned." His devilish smile was intoxicating, as he rubbed my leg, moving ever closer to my crotch, which was responding quite well to his touch. "Jerry, this is all happening so fast. I haven't even discussed this with Bill yet." "Oh hell, Russell, you think Bill's going to stand in your way? He knows how much this kid means to you, we all do. You're practically his father for Pete's sake." Jerry was right. I'd follow Chris to the ends of the earth, if it meant that he had a chance of making it. Perhaps it was because I was living vicariously through Chris' dream, or perhaps it was my affection for him. Whatever the reason, I was attached to Chris, and Jerry knew it. It seemed that Bill knew it as well. Dessert was served, and Jerry presented the paperwork, which outlined Chris' scholarship, moving expenses and housing arrangements for the first year for both Chris and Charlotte. As Jerry went through the stack of forms, I felt like we were buying a house, rather than sending the boy to another school. "That's the last one. Now, this will take a couple days to process, and then official copies will be mailed to you. Now, Chris, it's important that you maintain your excellent grade point average for the rest of this term, okay?" Chris nodded his head, a bit overwhelmed by everything. I could tell that Charlotte was on the brink of tears, joyful or otherwise, once you got that woman flowing, it was a deluge of waterworks. "Well, it's late, and I know you still have practice in the morning, Chris." Jerry seemed to sense the same thing, and we both rose from the table. "I don't know how to thank you," Charlotte said, her voice beginning to flutter. "Well, if Chris performs as well as we think he will, Mrs. Telater, that will be thanks enough." Jerry moved toward the door. "Thank you for another wonderful dinner, Charlotte. Chris, I'll see you in the morning." I said, following Jerry to the door. "Okay, Coach. Good night, Mr. Thomas. Thank you." Chris responded, again illustrating his superb up bringing. "You're welcome, Chris. Good night to both of you," Jerry said, as we walked out the door, closing it behind us. "Well, that went well." Jerry smiled, patting me on the back, as though I had masterminded the whole thing. "I suppose so. Well, I should be getting home. It's been a long day and I'm beat. I'll be amazed if I don't fall asleep on the way there." "You don't have to drive all the way back to Big Rapids." Jerry put his arm on my shoulder. "You could stay with me." He let the words hang in my mind. I thought for a few moments, mulling over his offer, and opted against it, despite the cries from my dick. "You and I both know that if I come to your motel room, neither of us will get any sleep." I walked to my Honda, and opened the door. "Good night, Jerry. Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow, after my practice." "Fair enough. Good night, Russell." I could tell from his eyes, that he wanted a kiss right then and there, and probably would have given me one, if we hadn't been parked in front of Chris' quiet neighborhood home. He reached in and shook my hand. "Until tomorrow." He said, smiling again. "Good night, Jerry." I closed the door, and pulled into the street, glancing at him in my mirror as I pulled away. He stood there watching my taillights, as though I might miraculously change my mind. I wanted to, but kept driving anyway. --- "Hold on, I'm coming. Fuckin eh!" I hollered at the continuous knocking on my door. "WHAT?!" I yelled out, as I swung open the door, only to be surprised by Jerry standing at it. "Well, good morning to you too. I brought breakfast." "Jerry. I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting you." I opened the door and allowed him inside. The aroma of fresh garlic bagels exuded from the paper sack. "I hope you like cream cheese on your bagel. They're hot out of the oven." He smiled at me, as he placed the bag on the counter, and searched for two plates. "I would have called, but I knew you'd be getting ready for practice anyway." "Jerry, you are spoiling me. Is this how it's going to be in Florida?" I had to admit, I was delighted to see him, and feeling a bit overwhelmed. Jerry put down the plates and wrapped his arms around me. "If this is spoiling you, Russell, then prepare to go rotten. Because I'm going to show you all the things you deserve in life." He kissed me gently on the cheek, and turned back to finish preparing the bagels. "Come on, your breakfast is ready." I realized I was still holding my cheek where he kissed me. "How's you bagel?" He asked, as I had a mouthful I was chewing on. All I could do was smile and nod. "Good. You know, I was thinking," he placed his free hand on mine. "I don't have to be at the airport until tomorrow afternoon." I wasn't sure where this was leading, but I liked it nonetheless. "I have practice today, and then I'm free for the rest of the weekend." I smiled back, and lifted my hand to squeeze his. "Well, I thought I might come to practice with you, then we could catch a late lunch. What do you think?" His smile was glowing and I noticed for the first time that Jerry had perhaps the whitest and brightest teeth I'd ever seen. 'What a weird thing to notice, Russell,' I thought to myself. "Russell?" Jerry broke my trance. "Huh? Oh, yeah, that sounds great." "Good. It's settled then. I'll clean up in here while you finish getting ready." With that Jerry stood and began cleaning up the kitchen. I watched for a moment, my heart growing fonder and fonder for this man who had come to change my life. Jerry finally realized I was staring. "Did I do something wrong?" I stood up from the table, pulled him to my chest and kissed him deeply. When our embrace broke, Jerry said, half winded, "Fuck, Russell. If I'd known bagels did that to you, I'd have brought them to your office." "You're making me fall in love with you, you know that, right?" "Well," Jerry giggled, "that was the plan." Jerry talked to me from the bedroom, as I finished my shower and dressed. His eyes scanned my body, and from the rising bulge in his Khaki shorts, I could tell he liked what he saw. My eyes caught the time on the clock. I knew I'd be cutting it close as it was, so there was no time for any passionate fun. Jerry insisted that he drive to the school, and as I climbed into the front seat of his big green BMW, I couldn't help but feel that I had left my pauper's life behind. The butter soft gray leather seats cuddled my body, and the soft music lifted my spirit. "Yanni?" I asked, admiring the soft instrumental music. "David Arkenstone, American Journey. It's one of my favorites." I rested my head back, and could feel my mind slipping into this new lifestyle. "I could get used to this." "I sure hope so." Jerry said, stepping on the gas as we proceeded down the roadway. What seemed like mere seconds later, we arrived at the school, and I instructed Jerry to park in 'my' space. Jerry was true to his word and sat in the stands, watching the practice with a great deal of interest. I knew he too was a boy lover, but he never let on. He merely observed casually, as my boys, scantly dressed in their royal blue Speedos practiced. The boys were great, not making a big deal of the strange visitor. I assured them that he was merely observing my coaching techniques, and that was sufficient to put their minds at ease. Practice ended and I began Brad's swimming lesson, as the rest of the team showered, dressed and headed for home. --- "Where's Reggy?" Jake asked, looking around at the boys in the shower room. "Beat's me," Chris answered back. "I saw him at practice and then he was gone." "Do you think we're still invited?" "Well, I'm going. Don't know about you." "I still want to go," Jake quickly answered. "Cool then. What about Brad?" Chris asked. "Mom's picking him up. I told her that you and I were going to Reggy's to talk about the Nationals." Chris giggled. "Good one." They both laughed and finished their shower. --- "You're doing great, Brad. I've never seen anyone learn so fast." I held my arm just under his torso, only tapping him lightly if he began to fall. "Thanks, Coach. I'm having fun." "Well, I'm glad to hear that." I said, as I looked up at the stands, in time to see Jerry give me a supportive wink of the eye. I finished up the lesson and waited as Brad took his shower and dressed. As he was leaving, Brad hugged me tightly. "Thanks, Coach. You're the best." "See you Monday, Brad." I patted his tight little butt and he walked out of my office. "You really do love these kids, don't you, Russell?" Jerry asked me quietly, after my door was shut. "You seem surprised." "Not really. It's just, well, realizing that I'm a boy lover is still kind of new to me, and it's so cool to see someone so comfortable with them." "Thanks," was all I could say. "Shall we get lunch? My treat this time." --- "8671. This is it." Chris pointed to a mint green house with dark green trim. "Ring the bell." Jake moved his finger toward the lighted doorbell button. "Are you sure about this?" "Oh geez, you're such a baby sometimes." Chris pushed Jake's hand away, and confidently pushed the button. A moment later, Reggy opened the door. "I knew you guys wouldn't let me down." Chris and Jake both stared in awe. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.