Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 13:29:24 +0000 From: David Lundquist Subject: The New Coach, chapter 1 Hi friends. I'm at the moment writing on a new story, but in the meantime you might want to read one of my really old stories. I wrote it for a girl friend a lot of years back, and she made me promise not to post it on the Internet. But now she has changed her mind and told me that I was free to post it. Enjoy. If you have any comments, post them to davidi50@hotmail.com ------------------------------- Chapter 1. I was 15 when my world was turned upside down, well, part of my world, the part to do with sex. First something about myself: As I said, 15 years old, 170 cm high, slim, blonde hair and eyes, kind of olive complexion (my father was from France), and not to brag, I was very handsome. I know that for sure, I have a lot of pictures taken of me at that age. That was the curse of the men in my family, very, very handsome until the end of puberty, then we all tends go get a kind of thug look. We grow big, heavy and muscular, with lots of hair growing all over with a 5'o clock shadow early midday. But all this was years to come. Now I was just dark with big eyes, soft skin with no acnes or blemish in my face. Even my cousin admitted that I was beautiful, but in a "girlish way" (I'm sure he was envious). But I was very shy. The girls were crazy about me, but I did not have the nerve to go up and talk to one member of that species. So in the sex department, I was as virgin as they get. I had not even touched a girl's breast, and never seen one naked (if not counting my mother). But I guess that's just half the truth. I was a very horny boy, I got erections all the time at all the most embarrassing occasions, and I had long ago learned how to get pleasure from my 11th finger. I was masturbating, wanking off, beating the meat, whatever, at every possible occasion. And of course I had some fun with my friends. We indulged in circle games quite often, that is sitting together looking at porn and with our trousers round our legs with hardons masturbating our stiff dicks. The point was to see who could come first, who was biggest, who had most hair, and so on Sometimes we did each other, and not so seldom two of us would do some more advanced games, more on the oral side. So it was not that I was inexperienced in sex, but it was sex with girls that was our big and only dream and objective. My secret dream was to be laid by an older woman. I could not understand why I was never asked. I would be the perfect lover, staying rock hard all the time without help from Viagra, and able to come several time in a row. Where were all the horny girls and women? In me they could get it all, for free! But no, no gorgeous blonde ever came up to me and asked me to fuck her. Stupid girls! I often laid in bed after mom had said goodnight, caressing my hard dick dreaming that it was the 25 year old sister of my best friend who laid naked beside me slowly gliding my foreskin up and down my rock hard dick, whispering sexy encouragements in my ear, before sitting down on me guiding my dick into her pussy. At that stage I usually reached a shattering orgasm, spunking all over my stomach and bed, coming to myself wet and exhausted, realizing it was just an impossible dream. But little did I know! In sports I was the best in my class in swimming. The sport department decided that I was so talented that I earned private coaching. So when school started that fall, the sport department hired a swimming coach just for me. I was to be given private coaching three times a week, after school or in the evening. I guess I was a bit excited when I learned that my new coach was a woman! I thought that she would be old and just a ton of muscles, but when I met her that Monday evening in the beginning of September, was I surprised and shocked! The coach was a 23-year-old woman, very, very beautiful and sexy! Just a bit taller than me, blonde (!), big blue eyes that made me tremble the first time she looked into mine, slim and with big breasts! Wow! Was this my dreams coming true? We met outside the pool before changing, and shook hands. "Hi, I'm Jane, your new coach." I just blabbered something incoherent about being David, and that I was pleased to see her. She bored those big eyes into me, and kind of took stock of me from head to foot, and she looked like she liked what she saw. "OK David, let's get down to business. Change and be at the pool in five minutes." I ran off with a hammering heart and a growing lump in my pants. When changing in front of my locker I saw to my agony that I was getting hard just by thinking of her. Shit, she must not see me with a hardon in my speedos. Even if it was not that small, it would show everything. But by thinking of my last grade in history, and what dad would say when he learned about it, I lost my erection before entering the hall where the pool was situated. The hall was empty except for Jane. She had on a very tight competition swimming dress seamed to be made of the thinnest materials possible. My dick jumped again, but I ordered it to think of my grades. When I went up to her I was not hard anymore, but not as small as usual. I don't know if she noticed. She looked me over, and her gaze stopped at my speedos. "Wow wow, this has to go! She pointed at my trunks." Was she serious, should I take off my swimming trunks and train naked??? But not so. "You cannot do any serious swimming in those speedos. They're too big and made of the wrong kind of materials. It will drag and slow you down. Now, try these." She was picking up something smallish from her bag and handed it to me. "It's a competition speedo, used by the Olympic team. Put it on." "Here? I looked horrified at her." "Sure, there's nobody here, are there?" "But..., but you..." I could not say more. "Are you serious? Just turn your back to me and I'll promise not to look. Not that you might have anything I've not seen before!" Blushing hard with deep red ears signaling my shyness to the entire world, I took the garment from her and went over to a corner. I turned my back to her and took off my speedos. I could feel her eyes burning into my back even if she had promised not to look when I stood there all naked for a sec before I had tugged the new speedos up my thighs. It was tight all right, and small! It just cowered my dick and balls, and a few of my precious hairs could be seen over the hem. The material was so thin that the contours of my dick were clear shown to all who bothered to see. Still blushing like a Christmas pudding, I went over to her. Her critical eyes caressed my body. "Hm, a bit small maybe, but it will do. OK, jump in and show me what you can do." I jumped into the water, and for the next ten minutes I forgot all about sex. She ordered me to swim a couple of lengths, and I did the best speed I could to impress her, but she was not impressed. "Now, two lengths with speed!" I heard her yell to me over the noise from the water. Two more lengths. This time I gave her all I had. "Well, not too bad, but there is a lot of room for improvement! Come over here." She had jumped into the water at the shallow end. I swam over to her. "OK, first we do the arm strokes. Let me hold your legs and swim just by your arms." I laid flat in the water on my stomach while she grabbed hold of my legs and started to do my arm strokes. But it was difficult to concentrate. I felt her hands on my legs, halfway up to my knees. They were firm but soft on the same time, and they felt so good. I realized that she had her hands on my body just about two feet from my dick, and I started to get hard again. Just before I had the chance to think more about this, she was finished with my arm movements. "You could do with keeping your head lower, and your arm movements should be more fluid. Lets try the leg kicks," she said. "Turn over here and let le me hold you." I did not understand what she meant, but she indicated that she would support me with her hand under my stomach, while I did the leg kicks. Which I did. It worked beautiful; I kind of floated in the water with my hands against the edge of the pool, kicking with my legs. "Try to keep your behind down more!" she said. "Like this." And she pushed my behind down with her hand. She touched my behind! Electric shock raced through my body and converged in my groin. My dick got rock hard in an instance. "You have a very cute behind, you know that?" I heard her laugh a little. Cute behind! I felt my ears go red again, but did not say anything, just worked again with my legs and tried to forget my hard dick straining in my speedos, but my concentration was blown. "Remember your behind! Down!" With this she used her hand again. But somehow she missed my buns and pushed me down at the lower part of my back. Her hand slipped and slid halfway down under the hem of my speedos. I felt her hand on the skin on my behind! Crazy! Crazy! She just said "Ops!" and pulled out her hand and but it back on my behind, outside the speedos this time. My head was spinning by now, and most of my consciousness was concentrated on my behind and my raging dick. My hand slipped at the pool's edge, and my body surged forward. Her hand, which had been under my stomach, was suddenly under my groin, and I could feel it on my hard dick. I'm sure I felt her giving me a little squeeze down there before she took away her hand. "Sorry, I slipped," she said. But she did not look sorry. She hand a kind of funny half smile on her face. And I could see that her nipples were hard and pointing out like two small studs. Later I understood that she had gotten real aroused by the incident, but at that age those things where unknown to me. She climbed up out of the pool. "I think we better end today's training. I guess you have better things to do, right?" Again that funny smile on her face. Did she read my mind? Did she know what foremost on my mind now: To get to a bathroom as soon as possible and release the tension that was building up in my body like fire? "OK, come on, get out of the pool and get changed so that we can talk about the next session." But I could not get up out of the pool as long as she was standing there! How much I tried to think about my history marks, it was no way my dick would get soft again. It was stretching the speedos to their limit! I said nothing, just kept standing in the water. "Oh poor David, I understand," she said. "I'll turn my back to you." She turned around, and I climbed fast up. But just as I was standing up, she turned around and I could feel her eyes burning holes in my straining speedos. My ears radiated heat and I could almost see the red glow from my blushing on the walls. "Don't be ashamed David. It's OK. My brother gets hard just by watching my legs." Again the funny smile. "Your brother..." I stuttered. "How old is he?" At last my dick relaxed and started to go back to its normal size (well, normal, I don't know, but soft at least). "He's fifteen, and a horny little devil. But you're a lot cuter than him. I like you." Cute, that was not what I wanted to be in her eyes. I wanted to be macho, strong and big. But I better take what I can get, she liked me, that's something! "Wednesday at the same time, is that OK with you?" I nodded, of course it was. Any time would be OK for me now, day or night! "OK, till then. Sweet dreams!" She smiled to me and went out to the girls changing rooms. But I'm sure she walked as sexy she could, and I was happy she did not turn around this time, as my dick got instant hard again. I raced out to the boys changing rooms, and locked myself into one of the stalls. I tore down the speedos, and just after about 10 strokes, I erupted all over the wall.