Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2007 09:33:02 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: CHRIS & THE COACH - 7

CHRIS & THE COACH - 7


Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  As in real life, however, the
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults
and teenagers.   As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal
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such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or
if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally,
remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 7

(Revisiting Chapter 6)

No one knew better than Coach the depth of the emotional hole his son had struggled
to escape.  Thus, when Chris got into bed, atypically lying on his side away from him,
Coach put a big hand on his prominent lats and gently turned him into his arms.  His
seventeen-year-old's face was wet with tears that he didn't want his father to see, but
he sobbed with relief as the man he had chosen as his father simply held him in his
arms, kissing him and whispering words of love and support into his ear.

Nevertheless, the youth was awake for hours, wondering if it were possibly starting
again.

(Continuing Our Story:   Hail the King!)

For the better part of the next week, the spirits of the big teen were lifted by the raucous
reception given him, Betty, and Kathy whenever and wherever they appeared on the
school campus.  Cheers, pats on the back, comradely blows on the shoulder, high
fives...even a good many teachers who paused to speak pleasantly or simply smiled
warmly...greeted them at every turn.  During this period, Chris made it a point to speak
to Kathy about a suggestion made during the project.  Namely, Kathy had delicately
suggested that the two girls could help Chris find a date who was basically interested in
taking part in some of the major events of her senior year without incurring the usual
social-sexual obligations.  Somewhat nervously, the curly-haired one inquired if this
might be possible for the upcoming "Holiday Cotillion".  In fact, beginning visibly to
sweat a bit, the Conference's MVP (i.e., "Most Valuable Player") and a youngster now
nominated for "High School All-American" asked Kathy if a date might also be found for
Seth Callum, his friend and All-Conference quarterback.  "I'll see what I can do, friend,"
Kathy responded.

The very next day, Betty approached the lunch table occupied by Chris, Seth, and other
friends and quietly inquired if they might talk before lunch was over.  "Yep," Chris
replied.  "See you in ten, ok?"  Betty smiled at the curly-haired one, as well as at
several others at the table, and wandered off.  When they next saw each other in the
deserted newsroom of the school paper, they whispered for a few minutes and then left
for their first afternoon classes.  At the end of the school day, the boys were standing
around outside, talking with friends, before leaving for home.  Separately, Chris and
Seth saw two really cute girls whose pictures Betty had shown them and headed over to
where they sat on a wall outside the building.  After introductions and a few minutes of
animated conversation, the boys left for the parking lot with wide smiles on their faces.
Betty noticed that there were soft shrieks when friends gathered around the two girls.
"Yes," she thought, "they would have good dates for this formal!"

She didn't see Seth who had offered his pal and teammate a ride home in his truck.
Nor could she hear him ask Chris, "How in hell did you pull that one off, dawwg?  I
mean, I wasn't even going to go to the damned dance!  I just didn't feel like going stag
one more year!  And now you have us double-dating with two of the cutest girls in the
junior class.  Hey, man, it's almost as good as going to the dance with you!"  Chris had
to laughingly elbow him in the ribs to loosen the lock he had on his neck.  It might be
nice to get home in one piece!  "We ARE going to the dance together, Quarterback -
and all four of us are going to have a really good time," he chortled as the backfiring
truck approached his corner.

Given the fact that Chris was just a mite uncommunicative with regard to the dance,
Coach Kearns was increasingly confused as the week progressed.  The phone rang
constantly, his second car was detailed as it probably hadn't been since he first saw it
new in the showroom, he received endless questions on formal wear, and he awoke
late on Saturday morning to almost nibble on a corsage placed where he usually kept
fruit in the fridge.  He found out only later that Betty had told the boys about the one
store at their small mall where they could find a selection of tuxes, but if they didn't
move fast they might have to go all the way to Lawton.  He didn't find out about the
double-date until Saturday evening when Seth showed up in his old pickup dressed to
the nines.  Lawdy...lawdy...lawdy...  Those kids shined up nicely.  He rather envied the
girls!  "I should have had five or six kids," he sighed after they had raided the kitchen
and left to pick up their dates.

They first stopped to pick up Sally Compton, Seth's date.  Chris thought it would be like
stopping by a guy's house to pick him up on the way to a flick or, maybe, to go fishing.
No way!  Resplendent in his tux and carrying his boxed corsage, Seth was met at the
door by excited 'rents and an aunt who almost dragged him into the house.  He found
later that Sally took a full ten minutes before she finally appeared at the top of the
staircase, and another ten were spent in taking pictures.  (Evidently, this was Sally's
first big dance, especially with a date who was an All-Conference quarterback!  As a
matter of fact, Seth choked the next day, if Mr. Compton had had his way, they might
have spent another half hour discussing football!)  Chris had to admit, however, that
Sally in her pale blue formal gown and Seth in his tux were an attractive pair.  He only
hoped that she would respect "property lines"!)

They then stopped by Kate Foley's home where, despite a few variations, much the
same scenario evolved.  Her mother, for instance, had been at the Art Department
open house.  She must have spoken with fifty friends that week about how proud she
was that Kate was attending the Holiday Cotillion with one of the most handsome and
mature young men she had ever met...a young man was also a noted athlete and
scholar.  (Mr. Foley barely got in a word about the coming state football tournament.  A
neutral observer might have admitted that you could scarcely blame him for his
depression in face of the close scrutiny his wife was giving Chris' body!)  Oh, yes, given
the fact that Kate and Sally were the closest of friends, they absolutely insisted that
Sally and her date come inside for a group photograph.  Although the warmly-coated
girls, Sally in her pale blue gown and Kate in her yellow creation, were chatting merrily
on the way to the car,  Chris rather wondered what he had gotten into!  For that matter,
Seth, his face atypically pale, also looked as if he were facing a "third and thirty"
situation.

Almost before they realized it, they were parking on the grounds of the Harris mansion,
the Victorian home of a former town millionaire that now belonged to the County
Historical Society.  The last member of the family that originated in Transylvania had
been a general in the artillery during World War I.  Chris drolly observed this probably
helped explain the fact that the enormous old brick monstrosity looked something like
Frankenstein's turreted castle.  At least the comment got them all chuckling as they trod
up the long walk to the main entrance.  The entrance of the "handsome foursome" did
not go unnoticed.  Within minutes, it was abundantly clear that most of the girls in the
great hall bitterly envied everything about the two young ladies who hung on the arms of
the two most desirable males at the dance.  Naturally, they make a great show of
greeting them and whisking them off to the powder room, but one could almost hear the
hissing and the sharp clicking of unsheathed claws as they moved down the hall.  The
boys?  They were besieged by those who wanted to say hello and comment on the
"classy babes" who were their dates.  Naturally, the two team mates tossed it all off with
great savoir faire and generously accepted the tribute of their underlings.  (Little did
their "underlings" realize how delighted they were that Betty's ploy had worked to hide
some controversial truths.)

As soon as the girls reappeared, the two couples were dancing - and actually enjoying
themselves.  Both Sally and Kate were not only cute, but intelligent and vivacious - and,
no less than the boys, were delighted to be seen in the company of the opposite sex.
(To be sure, the fact that they were "high status" males, handsome, and "nice guys"
helped.  The attractiveness and good reputation of the young women had a similar
effect on the evaluations of observers.)  Eventually, of course, all four of them tired of
the "game".   Though they were working hard to make sure that their dates were having
a good time, they really yearned to be out there on the floor in the arms of those they
loved.  It was Kate who whispered to Chris that there was such a crowd in the great
living and dining rooms that had been cleared for the dance she was getting a
headache.  Would the boys mind terribly if the girls took a break out on the great
veranda at the rear of the main building?

Chris and Seth enjoyed having a soft drink and a little conversation at one of the small
tables in a side room.  After all, they were at the dance together.  Rather quickly,
however, both began to lament the fact there appeared to be no place where they could
enjoy a little privacy.  Evidently, their long faces began to show, for Mr. Hutchins
suddenly stopped as he walked by.  "Mr. Kearns, Mr. Callum, good evening!  You are
enjoying yourselves, I trust.  I noticed your dates also enjoying 'half time' out on the
veranda.  Perhaps you would like to take a few minutes to visit the upstairs?"  Chris
offered his thanks, but noted that they had earlier noticed an individual standing by a
heavy red velvet rope that blocked the staircase.  "No problem," the kindly teacher
replied.  "It was closed when they finished cleaning the upstairs for a Historical Society
tour later this week.  Here...  Just show my card to the guard and he will allow you to go
upstairs.  Although many of the rooms may be locked, I especially recommend trying
the small room at the very end of the side hall.  It's my favorite room in the entire
mansion."  The boys thanked Mr. Hutchins who promptly continued his chaperone's
rounds.  "What the heck!" Seth whispered.  "We'll only take a few minutes.  Besides, I
gotta kiss you - and I think I had better do it before we go looking for the girls!"

The upstairs was dimly lit by occasional globes (now electrified), but wander as they
might, they found that the rooms were locked.  Retracing their way to the staircase, they
followed the side hall until they reached a door at the very end.  Cautiously, they
opened the door to find that the room was generally pitch black, although there was
limited light provided by a small coal fire flickering in the grate.  Two great wing chairs,
standing on a thick Oriental rug, were drawn up in front of the small fireplace and
effectively absorbed most of the heat and light from the fire.  "Yes!" exulted Chris.
"Shut the door and get over here, Quarterback!"  When Seth joined him in front of the
fire, he snorted and said, "I'm never going to get through this evening without a quickie,
Quarterback!  You game?"  Seth only snorted and began carefully climbing out of his
tux.

Once his clothing was folded neatly next to his buddy's over one of the wingchairs, the
curly-haired one took Seth in his arms, kissing and rubbing against him until both boys
were breathless and hard as steel.  Then he slicked both his anus and Seth's pole with
saliva.  Pushing his friend back into the free wingchair, he backed up and slowly
lowered his body until he felt Seth's heavy glans touch his anus.  "NOW, Seth!" he
growled, and he was in!  As he descended the heavy column, the athlete balanced
himself on the padded arms of the chair, throwing his heavy legs out ahead of him and
controlling the rate of descent.  When he felt Seth's pubic bush directly beneath him, he
began kneading the pillar from base to head with his anal muscles.  Increasingly, as he
moved up and down the thick column and the pressure built, the two boys moaned and
writhed.  Seth, in particular, passionately clawed at his buddy's abs, lower stomach, and
upper thighs - when he wasn't holding on for dear life.  "YES-S-S-S, Seth!" Chris wailed
as the pressure passed well beyond the red line.  Able to hold back no longer, his
mammoth cock spewed cum in every direction.   Seth followed almost immediately,
blasting what seemed to be an endless supply of cum deep into his friend.

"I hate to bring this up," Seth whispered, when they had both come a ways down the
mountain, "but how in God's name are we going to clean you up enough to get you
back on the dance floor?"   "Perhaps I can help," an near sepulchral voice boomed from
somewhere in the room.  Both youths jumped several inches off the chair.  (As a matter
of fact, Chris returned to "hard and erect".)  "I really want to help - even if you can never
forgive me for invading your privacy.  It's so seldom that I am able to see pure beauty..."
With those words, spoken in a more normal tone of voice, Mr. Hutchins strode into the
small semicircle of light cast by the little fire.  With an embarrassed expression, he
handed a dampened facecloth to Seth and asked Chris if he knew what "feltching"
meant.  When Christ confessed his ignorance, Hutchins asked if he enjoyed "rimming".
Given an emphatic "Yes!" the art teacher explained that feltching was much the same,
but the cum and other anal fluids were sucked out of the anal canal.  This had the
additional advantage, he suggested, of soothing the lining of the canal and its entrance.
The fluids could then be shared with the other as one shared cum obtained through a
blow job, but this was strictly up to the participants.  Some men - and not a few women,
he added - found this to be one of the more erotic acts in their love-making repertoire.
"Do you want to add this to your experiences, my boy?" he asked.  Having gone as far
as he had with Hutchins in the room and knowing that he had to quickly return to the
dance, Chris simply growled, "Do it!"  A large towel was promptly spread over a nearby
ottoman and Chris lay down on it with his butt conveniently raised to the instructor's lips.
(He had to admit that it resulted in a real rush, but he suspected he would restrict it to
the right person at the right time.)

The cum problem solved, the boys quickly dressed and were checked out by Mr.
Hutchins.  He also told them where to find the back stairs that led to a hallway on the
first floor that, in turn, opened onto the veranda.  Thinking he had been a little gruff with
him, Chris grinned and thanked him as the boys left the room.  He smiled in return,
noting that he had promised Betty that he would "look out for them".  Further, their
secrets were safe with him.  He might be gay, he said with a wink, but he was no
gossip!

They found their dates laughing and chatting at one of the small tables in the side room
where they had met Mr. Hutchins.  After another soft drink, they were back on the
dance floor where some hot music was being played by a live band.  Suddenly the
music stopped and the Senior Class President took the mike.  It was time to announce
the results of balloting for the "Cotillion King".  (Pause.)  Following a drum roll, he
intoned, "And the winner is...Chris Kearns!"  As enthusiastic applause and cheers broke
out across the room, Chris was asked to come forward.  Following congratulations, he
was informed that tradition held that the new King choose his Cotillion Queen.  At his
sharpest, Chris laughed, "Hey, that's almost impossible with all the beautiful women in
this room, but I guess I have to choose the most lovely of all, Miss Kate Foley."  Despite
a renewed outbreak of subliminal hissing and claw clicking, Kate came forward,
absolutely radiant, and received her crown.  Her obvious pleasure showed as Chris and
she were alone on the floor for the first few minutes of the last dance.

After some light food at an all-night restaurant on the pike, the boys took their dates
home.  As Seth waited in the car, Chris walked Kate up to her door.  As she put her
hand on the doorknob, she looked up at her handsome escort and planted a quick kiss
on his cheek.  "Thanks, Chris," she whispered.  "I didn't think I was going to do that, but
you're a great guy and I thoroughly enjoyed the evening."  Putting her hand on his
forearm, she said thoughtfully, "Above all, I guess, I thank you for understanding.
Maybe, we can do this again sometime."  With that she quickly entered the house.


(To Be Continued)