Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 18:41:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cullen S <countrydad3958@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimming Lessons

This is a work of pure fiction.  I hope you enjoy.
--Jeff

Swimming Lessons
Chapter One

I have always been a little different, and I'm not talking about the fact
that I'm thirty-nine and gay.  I've never been comfortable with the status
quo, which always upset my family, but I didn't care.

I always knew I was gay as long as I could remember.  I was attracted guys
from an early age.  When I was a kid, I would always sneak in my mother's
private chest where she kept her playgirls.  I made the mistake of hiding
them under my mattress, and she found them one day; I should have known;
they had a bad habit of sneaking through my stuff.  We never talked about
it, but that's when she discovered my secret, but she always had hope, and
she would pray to her god that I would become straight; my God doesn't view
being gay a sin, but beautiful thing.

Growing up in the south was never easy.  People picked on my about my
homosexuality, but I didn't give a damn about them.  My sister, Kate, was
my biggest support; she never judged me, and she always thought it was her
mission in life to find me a boyfriend, but she would always keep her
boyfriends away from me; I'm not sure why.  We didn't turn out exactly like
our parents wanted.  She got pregnant her senior year in high school which
disappointed them very much.  It was hard enough for them to have a son who
is gay, then to find out their oldest child was having sex and got
pregnant.  They were felt like bad parents.  The truth of the matter was
they were embarrassed because they become the talk of the town, like many
families before them.

The hardest part of living in the south is the ignorance.  I know who I am,
and I'm not going to apologize for it.  After high school, I decided to
stay home; I always knew I would.  Someone needed to take care of my
parents as they got older.  I decided to go to the local college where I
majored in education, specifically English.  I teach college now and enjoy
every bit of it, but my life hasn't always been this "bed or roses" people
make out to be.  While I was in graduate school, my sister died of leukemia,
and she left me sole custody of her seven year old son, Matt, who I love
like a son.  Matt and I have already had an honest relationship.

My parents were furious over her decision.  They didn't feel I was mature
enough to raise him; they were afraid my "gayness," as my father says it,
would rub off on him, but he's straight as a flag pole.  Our relationship
changed after the custody battle.  When I was awarded sole custody, they
didn't want to have much to do with me or Matt.

Matt is now a good looking a gentleman who continues to break the hearts of
girls.  He's a coach at the high school.  He teaches baseball and swimming,
and when schools out, he supervises the community pool where they offer
lessons for anyone in the community.  I never knew this summer would change
my life.

It all began on the first day he and the college students were offering six
weeks of swimming lessons.  I knew all of the students but one; he was a
transfer moving from the big city.  The college wanted me to teach the
students, who failed English for the year, but I didn't have anything
special planned, and I could use the money.

As I was walking to the community pool, there was Matt giving instructions
to his workers.  He's a wonderful leader, and he could have gone places,
but I'm glad he stayed home.  He took up where his mother left off, trying
to find me a boyfriend.

He notices me walk towards them; he smiles and waves at me.  I smile and
wave back; everyone looks at who he's waving at.  Everyone in our small
community is nosy, which probably goes without saying.

I arrive at the entrance gate to the pool.  They have to keep a fence
around it to keep kids from accidentally drowning.  The community members
who signed up their kids for lessons stare at me, and I stare back.  I know
every single one of them and their dirty secrets.  The men are nervous and
afraid I'm going to tell their wives their secrets, and the wives hate me
because I can give their husbands something they cannot.

I find me a chair away from the parents and wait for Matt to finish up.  I
look over his workers.  I've had every one of them in my English class.
They're all quite intelligent if they would just apply themselves.  For
example, Tom has been working for Matt ever since high school.  His parents
expected him to become rich and famous, but he just wants to be a police
officer, so he's working on a degree so he can become detective one day.
The only problem I had with him was his lack of interest in my class.  One
day I had enough, and he and I had a confrontation.  I failed his final
paper because I knew he didn't do the work; he made his girlfriend do it,
so he came into my office and started yelling at me.  I explained to him
that he deserved the grade, and then he proceeded to inform me I'm like his
parents, that I expected too much from him.  I explained to him that I did,
and he wasn't a stupid person, but if he wanted to be a detective, he
needed to know how to write and speak, but it wasn't that confrontation
that changed our relationship.  I knew when the grades were mailed out, so
I decided to go by their home to speak with him; I was worried about him; I
know his parents really well; his dad wasn't going to respond well when he
saw the grade.  His family owned one of the biggest farms in the area; they
were rich people.  When I arrived, I heard some screaming and crying in the
barn.  I quickly ran and found Tom being beaten by his father over the grade.
I know he wasn't my son, but I just couldn't let his father continue with
his actions, so I interfered.  I gave him a beating he would never forget;
I shouldn't have done it, but Tom started coming around a lot after that,
and I don't think his father touched him ever again.

I've very proud of my students.  They are good kids, but they're still
kids.  They've got to learn like we all had too.

"Okay, everyone," says Matt.  "Let's have a good time these six weeks."
The workers take their kids and jump in the pool and start teaching them.
Matt walks over to me and gives me a hug.

"Hi Uncle Scott," he says.  "I'm so glad you stopped by this morning."

"I have an hour before my class starts, and I wanted to see you.  It looks
like you have a good group this summer."

"These are the ones I trust with the kids."

"Who's the new guy?"

"His name is Chris."

I look at Chris in his red swim shorts and shaved head.  He's got a
beautiful smile.  He stands in the pool playing with the kids.

"How did you find out about him?"

"He's transferring here next year.  Other than that, I don't know much
about it.  Do you like him?  Would like to see if he'll go out with you?"

"Absolutely not," I inform him.  "I don't need my nephew to hook me up."

"Someone's got to do something.  You have yet to get a boyfriend.  I don't
think I'll ever get you married and out of the house."

"I've had relationships."

"No, you met guys who just wanted to have sex.  You and I both know you
want something more."

"I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic."

"I wouldn't say you're hopeless.  You just haven't found the right guy."

"Well, I sure hope he shows up quick, because I'm not getting any younger."
I look at my watch and decide to go early into the office.  "I guess I'll
head off to work.  Do you want to have lunch?"

"I finish here at two.  Is that too late?"

"That'll be perfect.  My last class ends at two."

"I'll see you then."

It takes me about five minutes to arrive at school.  It's very quiet with
all the students gone for the summer.  I walk to my office to find a mess
inside.  I've got to spend some time cleaning up before the new semester
begins.

I sit at my desk.  I turn around and boot up my computer.  As the computer
boots up, I look at the pictures on my desk of my sister and me and Matt.
I know we're not considered the most normal family, but I wouldn't have it
any other way.

"Knock, knock," says Kyle.


"Hey, Kyle; what are you doing here?  I thought you were taking the summer
off."

Kyle is the newest and youngest member of our English staff.  His focus is
poetry, and he's quite the "hottie" as they young ladies in my class say.
He's single which means hands off for the female students.  I haven't had
the chance to get to know him; his arrogance stops from doing so.  I look
over him; he's not looking to bad today.  He's wearing blue jeans, a tee
shirt, and glasses which I didn't know he wore.

"I was planning on it, but my life got changed this summer."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know.  I was planning on going to Greece with my partner, but he
decided he wanted something different."

"What's that?"

"An older man," he says.

"I'm sorry.  Who is it?"

"It's Dr. Howard."

"Oh, Kyle; I'm so sorry.  Dr. Howard is notorious for charming the young
guys."

"It's okay.  I knew something was up.  Our relationship was changing.  I
hope they're happy."

"I wouldn't.  There's nothing worse than a broken heart.  Trust me, I know.
I've put a few curses on some boyfriends."

"Did they work?"

"Not really, but it made me feel fucking good."  I work at cleaning off my
desk.  "What are you doing here Kyle?"

"I saw you walk by my office, so I thought I would come by and let you know
I'll be here for the summer.  I was wondering if you would like to get
together and do something."

"I don't know Kyle.  I've got a lot of plans with my nephew."  "I'm sure
Matt won't mind if you went out.  It's not like he's your keeper."

"I'm not really looking at dating right now, Kyle."

"Who said anything about dating, Scott?  I just want to have some fucking
hot sex with you."

I wasn't sure I heard him correctly, but when I looked at him, he wasn't
joking.  "I'm not into one night stands."

"Don't give me that," he says.  "We're fucking horny guys.  We're always up
for one night sex."  He looks at his watch.  "We have some time this
morning."

I think about his offer.  He's not a bad looking guy.  Who am I kidding?
He's fucking hot.  I stand up and walk to the door to close and lock it.  I
begin to unbutton my shirt.

"I think we better get busy, because I'm fucking horny now, and I want to
fuck your hot ass several times before class."

We walk towards each other.  He grabs me and begins to kiss me
passionately; he takes my breath away.  I return his kiss touching his firm
lips against mine.  He begins to kiss and suck on my neck which sends
chills all over my body.  I continue to unbutton my shirt; he slides off to
the floor.  He starts to undo my belt; he unbuttons my pants, and they fall
to the floor where he finds me wearing nothing underneath; my cock didn't
need any time to get hard.  I pull his shirt off and throw it to the floor.
I begin to run my hands over his chest; it's an amazing chest.  I slide my
hands over his nipples massaging them trying to get them hard.  I'm going
to enjoy sucking on them.  I run my hands down to his pants; I rub my hands
against his crotch to find a hard bulge.  I unzip his pants freeing his
cock while he begins to nibble on my ear.  He slides his jeans around his
ankles and kicks them off.  I pull him closer as we kiss more; I rub his
hard cock against my hard cock.  We grab each other's ass rubbing our cocks
against each other.  My cock slides over his balls.  I begin to lick his
nipples getting them hard; I gently bite on them chewing them which cause
his hard cock to throb even more.  He pulls my tee shirt over my head
leaving around my neck.  I move down his body kissing and licking him.  I
find his hard cock and begin to lick his hard cock.  I slide my tongue up
and down his hard cock.  I slide my tongue over his head as I slide down
his hard cock.  I lick over his balls opening my mouth and slide his balls
inside.  I suck on them enjoying how he tastes.  I continue licking his
cock when I arrive at his head licking his precum.  I slide his head in my
mouth and begin to suck; he leans against my desk.  I slide his hard cock
deep in my mouth.  I begin to suck his hard cock faster; he runs his
fingers through my hair; he looks down to find my head bobbing sucking on
his hard cock.  I can feel his cock throbbing as I suck.

"Oh my God, Scott; I'm cumming."

I hold his cock head over my lips as he cums all over my face and lips.  I
suck on his head tasting his sweet cum in my mouth.  I suck every drop cum
out of his hard cock.  I stand up and begin to kiss him; we share his cum.
I lift him up and sit him on my desk.  He spreads his legs, and I take his
cum on my fingers and slide my finger his smooth hole.  I lean down and
start to lick his hole getting him wet.  My cock is so fucking hard, so I
stand back up and kiss him as I push my head inside his hole.  He begins to
moan.  I slowly slide my hard cock deep in his hot ass; I can tell this is
not the first time he's been fuck.  He lays his legs on me as I fuck him.
I slide deep inside him then I slide my hard cock out and thrust it back
inside.  I begin to fuck him really good filling his hot ass with my hard
thick cock.  My precum begins to squirt out inside him.  He grabs my
nipples and begins to play with them; he squeezes them which causes me to
fuck him harder and harder and faster.  We can hear my balls slapping his
ass.

"Oh fuck, Kyle.  Here I cum."

He pulls me closer to him and kisses me as I shoot my cum inside his hot
ass.  The sensation of cumming covers over our bodies.  We wrap our arms
around each other and hold each other until the sensation leaves us, which
I hope doesn't.  I love the feel of cumming especially in someone's hot
ass.

"Oh my God, Scott; that was so fucking amazing.  It's nice to hear the
rumors are true."

"What rumors?"

"You're the talk of the school.  I've always wondered what it was like to
have your hard cock in my ass."

"I'm glad you like."

"Could we do this again?"

"We're about to do in a minute.  Let me get my strength back."

We kiss each other again, but I'm so fucking horny.  I grab him off my desk
and turn him around.  He leans over my desk.  I slap his ass and watch his
giggle; he's got an amazing round ass.  Our cocks begin to get hard.  I
spread his ass cheeks, and I begin to slide my cock between his cheeks.

"Fuck me hard, Scott."

"Don't worry, I will.  If you cum on my desk, you're cleaning up."

I begin to fuck him again this morning before class.  It was the best way
to start the summer session.  I see this becoming a routine this summer.