Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2009 21:10:25 -0500 From: Christian Parker Subject: Story Submission- Christian Parker 3 The following is a complete work of fiction. I based it loosely on my own exploits as a young adult. It uses both what I did and what I wanted to do. If reading about sexual actions between boys and men upsets or offends you or worse causes you to engage in the pursuit of abusing underage boys please discontinue reading immediately. If you can keep fiction from reality separate in your daily life then by all means enjoy the following story. It will be just a bit slow to start and I will try to keep it coming as much as I can. Feel free to email me. I wrote stories here long ago and loved the fans I met. I'm hoping to gather a new fan base once again. Enjoy: The next few weeks passed by in a blur. My mother made a large fuss about the bruise on my face and forbid me from attending anymore gym class. Instead each day I was sent to the library to study. While I loved to read, I more often found myself in a warm cushiony chair staring at books and thinking about men. I kept replaying the events of the day in my mind. I could see Patrick's nude body and began wondering what he smelled like. Then I would think about Coach Cooper, how good it felt to touch his skin, how his bristly black hairs made my insides all gooey. Now when I thought about them my own pee pee seemed to stiffen up. I also thought about the man on the videotape. I had been watching the stolen videotape secretly in my room when my family was out of the house (a rare occurrence). I had taken to hiding the film beneath a mound of legos and board games so no one would find it. If my parents noticed it missing they said nothing about it to me. I began to form questions in my mind. Why does a man's pee pee get so big? Why do they both look so happy to be naked? What does a big pee pee feel like? Where does the milk-pee come from and what does it feel like, taste like, smell like? All of these questions made my own pee pee grow to a hard four inches. I wondered if that meant I would have a big pee pee too one day. Unfortunately, it seemed I would never get the answers to these questions. So overtime I buried them all deep in my mind and moved on with life. I played with my friends and did my homework and watched my morning cartoons. Life was good, but boring. Then one Saturday my friend Jeremy asked me to come to his house for a sleepover. My mom said it was ok, but she and dad were going to a church sponsored charity event and if I could walk there by myself as no one could drive me. I said sure and promised to call her before I left and when I arrived at Jeremy's house. I told Jeremy I would see him after Saturday morning cartoons around twelve. I made sure to pack a nice overnight bag: a pair of swim trunks, a couple of extra pairs of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle underwear, my toothbrush, a couple of my Batman action figures, all of the important stuff. My parents left early that morning and I watched all of my favorite cartoons. Then about twelve I knocked on my brother's door and told him I was leaving to go to Jeremy's house. He didn't even open the door, just grunted something. I bounced down the hall and out of the house in a pair of tight soccer shorts and a light blue t-shirt, with my red backpack on my shoulders. Jeremy lived on the other side of the neighborhood, just past my middle school. It was probably a thirty minute walk, but all of it through quiet, safe, residential streets. There was little cause for concern. I began my journey, singing the Pokémon theme song to myself to pass the time. I don't know how long I had been walking before a heard a car horn honk. "Hey soldier, how are you?" I jumped up when I heard the voice coming from a shiny red car next to me. I quickly ran up to the car and saw Coach Cooper dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue polo. It was odd to see him out of his gym clothes. I took notice of the way he drove, with only one muscular arm on the steering wheel, the other resting on his lap. My blood rushed at the sight. "Hi, Coach Cooper. What's up?" I asked. "Nothing much, was just on my way to visit a friend." "Me too," I said smiling. "I'm walking to Jeremy's house." "Oh, cool." he smiled at me and I noticed the small cleft in his chin; my eyes drank in the sight. I instantly became shy as a short silence grew between us. He seemed to look deep in my eyes for a minute as if he were asking something; only I couldn't understand the language he was asking it in. Finally, he hit the unlock button on the car, "Why don't you hop in, I'll give you a ride to Jeremy's house." I didn't think. I opened the latch and jumped into the seat, a flurry of butterflies erupting through my body. "Here, put your seatbelt on," and before I could do anything he was leaning over me, pulling the belt over me and snapping it in with a click. His fingertips brushed my chest as he did this making my little pee pee stiffen and my body shake. A moment later we were driving down the street. "I've missed you in gym class," Coach said, "I hope your parents aren't too upset with me." I remained quiet, unsure of what to say and bursting with questions. "Are you mad at me?" Coach asked smiling down at me. I shook my head furiously. He laughed, "good, cutie" and he tussled my hair again. I remember pushing myself up into his hand slightly, but I don't think he noticed. "So what are you planning to do with Jeremy? Gonna' have some boy on boy fun?" he looked at my reaction while he said this. Again, I had this feeling as though he was speaking a different language and I wasn't understanding something. Feeling it was rude to stay quiet any longer I answered, "yes, we're gonna play Pokémon cards and video games and maybe go swimming. Jeremy has a pool. I'm gonna spend the night at his house." I suddenly noticed that Coach Cooper's arm was resting on the center console, inches from me. I studied the chords of muscles and blanket of black hair. I wanted to touch his arm, but I was afraid he would pull away again. "That sounds like fun." We were quiet a moment. My head screamed at me not to ask anything, but my pee pee was so stiff it hurt, and I just couldn't stop myself. "Mr. Cooper, can I ask you something?" We paused at a stop sign. He stared straight at me, his calm brown eyes warm, encouraging, and loving. They reminded me of my daddy's eyes. "Soldier, you can ask me anything you want." "C-c-c-can I touch your arm?" He smiled real big. "Sure soldier, go ahead." Then the car was moving again and I reached out to touch the strong arm resting on the console. I tickled the big black hairs on his arm. He let out some kind of deep moan; it reminded me of the man on the VCR tape. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Yes," I giggled. "I like how muscular your arms are and the funny hairs that grow on them." "Well as long as we're alone you can touch them all you like." He said. I pondered this while I tickled him. I still wanted to see a big man's pee pee. I noticed something big bulging from Coach Cooper's jeans and wondered if it could be his pee pee. If it was, it had to be even bigger than the videotape man's pee pee. "Is that why you pulled away from me?" I asked, reasoning things through. "When we were at the nurse's office; is it because we weren't alone?" He nodded; his whole body seemed tense and stiff. His other arm on the steering wheel kept squeezing and letting go of the wheel. My hands began to play with his fingers. I wrapped my own small hand around his thumb and squeezed it. "Hey Christian, I just realized I don't know where I'm going." He chuckled, and then let out a deep breath. I looked up from Coach, out the window, "he lives on Terrace Street. Wait, where are we?" I was lost too. "Well don't worry. There is the school right over there." He pointed out Walker Middle School. "But I don't know how to get to his house from here. My mommy always drives me." I whined. Coach Cooper took a big breath and seemed to debate this pressing issue a minute. I noticed I was still holding onto the fingers of his hand. "Well, I live in a house down that street, just over the railroad tracks. If you're ok with it, we can go there. I can look up Jeremy's address on my computer and then drive you over." I thought about this a second: go to Coach Cooper's house?! "Ok," I beamed and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, his huge hand wrapping all around mine, gently but firmly, "that sounds like a plan." Butterflies filled me all over again. Maybe now I could ask all those questions I had been thinking about. He did say I could ask him anything. We drove on in silence, holding hands. Coach asked his own questions along the way, simple easy stuff. I told him about my brother Derek, almost 17. I told him about how I was only 12 and in eighth grade because I skipped a grade. I told him about my mom and dad living together happily. About my favorite Saturday morning cartoons. About how I was nervous about changing from Middle School to High School next year, especially since I would be attending St. Vincent's Catholic High School, rather than the public school. I was worried about losing all my friends and not fitting in. But I was excited because my brother would be at the same school, that hadn't happened since I was in elementary school in second grade. Coach Cooper listened attentively and kindly. "Here we are," the car ride was over all too soon. We pulled up to a small, one story brick house. I noticed it had large windows all over with white curtains that didn't let you see in, but allowed light to go into the house. There was a neatly trimmed yard and a light blue garage door. Across the street were a soccer field and a park. He pulled into the garage and shut it behind us before hopping out of the car. We quickly entered, passing a washroom and emerged into the kitchen. It was a pale yellow, clean, and smelled of garlic. "Can I get you something to drink? A soda or juice?" "Oh, juice please," I beamed as he poured me a glass of apple juice. He himself pulled out a beer and popped it open. "I hope you don't mind," he said taking a swig, "but it is my day off soldier." I shook my head no. "The computer is in my room. Why don't you follow me?" I followed him out of the kitchen through the living room and down a wooden hallway. There were three rooms off the hallway, his was to the left. "Do you live here with your wife?" I asked. "No," he replied, "I live here alone with my two dogs Rex and Shakira. I don't have a wife." "Why not?" "Well," he opened the last door to the left. In it was a carpeted floor with a huge king size bed, covered with a black lining. Against a corner was a sleek computer with speakers. Along one wall was a sliding glass door that opened into the backyard. There was a shelf in here full of trophies and pictures. "Wow! Your bed is huge!" I shouted "Yeah, go jump on it while I pull up the map," he pulled the juice glass from my hand and gave me a nod. I didn't need to be told twice. I jumped on top and was surprised and how easily it gave. The black lining was silky and smooth and made my pee pee hard again. I jumped up and down a couple times. Coach Cooper sat at the computer and flipped on the monitor. "Shit!" Coach Cooper cursed. I gasped, looking straight at Coach Cooper. I had never heard a teacher curse before. I bounced over to the edge of the bed and looked at the screen. Coach was struggling to click a handful of red "x"s on the screen. The windows he was closing were full of men, naked men and some naked boys. My eyes were wide as saucers. I caught only a handful of seconds of the beautiful bodies before it was all closed up and some boring page of news was all that was left. "Um...Christian, those were just special pictures ok. They don't mean anything. What is Jeremy's address?" I reached out from the corner of the bed to touch Coach's muscular shoulder. I was blank faced. Coach Cooper turned around to look at my face. He must have been scared to death by my reaction. "Um...Christian, can I ask you a favor?" my eyes fixed on his pretty serene brown eyes. I nodded. His black fading hair made me tingle all over inside. "Can you forget what you just saw please, and don't tell anybody about it?" This seemed very important to him, so I nodded my assent. He sighed in relief, "I think maybe this was a bad idea. I better get you over to your friend's house." He turned away back to the computer, but I grabbed his arm. My touch froze his body. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and leaned down just a bit so I could run through all of it. His nose, was just a few inches from my body; he took a deep breath. My other hand reached out to touch his knee. He pulled back then and just stared at me. "Christian, what are you doing?" he asked. I felt like he was mad. I was in trouble. I did something wrong. "I don't know," I said, and then started to cry. "Christian," "Am I in trouble?" I cried. "Oh no, sweetheart," his big meaty hands reached out and caressed my cheek. "It's just, I'm not sure this is right." "I just, I can't stop thinking about it or wanting to do it or wanting to see it," I was shaking violently. "What? Stop thinking about what? Wanting to see what?" Coach Cooper asked. "A man's pee pee," I sobbed, and then sobbed harder because I knew somewhere that I shouldn't have said that. Suddenly, Coach Cooper picked me up, I felt tiny in his big strong arms. He sat us down on the bed and held me in his arms, leaning back against the pillows. I cried and sobbed uncontrollably while he held me, not even sure what I was crying about. After a few minutes I stopped and looked at him. He wasn't looking at me, rather gazing off into the distance thinking he was somewhere else and stroking my hair. I pushed into him, which seemed to snap him out of his reverie. "Do you feel better?" Coach Cooper asked. His voice was so deep and masculine; it made me tingle on the inside. I nodded. "Good." He took a deep breath, "Christian, there are many people who think that your request is a bad thing. I am not one of them, but there are people out there you shouldn't tell this to. Remember in the car, I promised you could ask me anything you wanted? Well you can, I promise never to get mad at you or angry if you ask me something. I'm not mad or angry at you now. I just want you to understand that you asked a very big question." I looked up at him and nodded and then placed my head back on his shoulder. He sighed and somewhat reluctantly pushed me back on the bed so I was sitting in front of him rather than on him. "Christian, can I ask you something?" "Anything at all," I replied. "What made you ask me that? Why do you want to see a man's penis?" This confused me. "See what?" "A man's penis. Penis is an adult word for pee pee. It is also called other things, like cock." "Oh," I had never heard these words before, they excited me. Or had I? "Oh yeah, that's what she was saying : cock." "What," Coach Cooper asked confused. "The lady on the movie, she kept wanting to be tucked in by the man's cock. So she wanted to be tucked in by his pee pee? He was tucking her into bed with his pee pee?" "Christian," Coach Cooper was quite perplexed at this point. "Christian," He put his hands on my shoulders, "can you start at the beginning? Who tucked who in?" After that I couldn't talk fast enough. I told Coach Cooper all about the night my older cousin babysat me and how I followed him into my parent's bedroom and caught him looking at something. About how I had snuck in later and found the secret videotape and watched it. About how ever since I saw the movie I just wanted to see what a man's pee pee looked like in real life and how it felt and smelled. I told him about getting hit in the face with a dodgeball because I was wondering if he had a big pee pee like in the movie. And about wanting to know what kind of milk spewed out of men's pee pees. I ended my rant with a sigh, "so can I see your pee pee Coach Cooper?" He had sat across from me, staring at me with his calm brown eyes through the entire story. He hadn't moved a muscle, he had hardly even breathed. He still didn't make a sound. I could tell he was thinking, watching my face, and thinking of how to answer. My eyes roamed over his body, big and strong; a man's body. His arms were so thick and full of dark bristly hairs that I wanted to touch again. I noticed his tight jeans had a large bulge and a big wet spot. "Coach Cooper, you peed your pants," I said, pointing at the spot. This broke Coach's stillness and he looked down with a grin. "Christian. You have a lot of questions. Most people think it is inappropriate for you to ask me these questions. You should really ask your parents." I thought about that for a half-a-second and my pee pee (which had grown stiff again) shrank in on itself. "I know, you don't like that idea. If you prefer I can answer your questions." I beamed, that was what I wanted, "but you mustn't tell anybody. Not your parents or your friends or your other teachers. Christian I can get in a lot of trouble for answering your questions." I thought about this, "but your my teacher. Isn't it your job to answer questions?" He burst out laughing heartily. I beamed all over again, I had made him laugh. "You are such a cute little soldier." The laughter did something. All the tension seemed to have broken for a minute. "All right, I'll answer your questions, but first, why don't you call your friend Jeremy. Go get his address and tell him you'll be a little bit late. Then we'll have a big question and answer session. I'll answer everything you ask." "Ok!" I jumped off the bed. "The phone is over in the kitchen. I'll be over there in a minute. I'm just gonna change shorts really quickly," he chuckled. I ran over to the phone then. I knew it was wrong to lie, but Coach Cooper had told me not to tell anyone about him answering all my important questions. So while the phone rang, I hatched an idea. It felt like a fun surprise idea, like that time we bought my mommy lots of presents and decorated the house for her birthday after telling her we would all be busy and not at home that night. She was happy when we ended up staying with her all night, even though we had lied and told her we wouldn't. Maybe this was like that. So when Jeremy answered I told him that my mommy didn't want me walking to his house by myself. She said she would drop me off after her errands if it wasn't too late. I also told him that she wasn't going to be home till later and probably wouldn't be able to take me today. He was disappointed and I pretended to be too. I promised to see him in school and give him my special foiled Bulbasaur Pokémon card to make it up to him. That cheered him up a lot. Then, although, Coach hadn't told me to do it, I called my mother. I told her that I was already at Jeremy's house and not to worry and we were going to go swim. I promised her that Jeremy's dad was at home and would supervise us. His dad always did like to watch me and Jeremy in the pool. I hung up the phone and turned around. Coach was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. He had changed into a pair of blue basketball shorts and a white muscle shirt. I noticed the same rough black hairs on his arms were poking out from his chest and tufts of them were underneath his arms. The feelings in my tummy raced a new and my little pee pee got stiff again. I wasn't sure how much of the phone calls he had heard, but he was smiling down at me, so I assumed he wasn't mad. I would tell him about my plan later, after I had some answers. "I'm ready to learn Coach Cooper!" I beamed. Well what do you think? Feedback keeps me going so feel free to email me. Please be patient, Christian will get what's coming to him in the next chapter, and much more. I will update with more soon. Please email me at Christian.Parker.2009@gmail.com