Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2003 16:49:47 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - chpt 12 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 12 --- A moment later, Reggy opened the door. "I knew you guys wouldn't let me down." Chris and Jake both stared in awe. Standing in the doorway, Reggy wore a silky red robe, loosely tied around his waist. The boys instantly wondered if Reggy was naked under the robe. "Well, you gonna come in?" Reggy asked, snapping them out of their stare. "Yeah, thanks," Chris said, moving through the door, almost brushing against Reggy, as he proceeded to the living room. Jake quickly followed and Reggy closed the door behind them, locking it. Chris and Jake looked around before sitting on the plaid fabric couch. "You guys wanna see my room?" Reggy wasted no time, and led the boys to his room near the back of the modest but clean house. As they entered the room, Chris and Jake observed the many posters on the walls of the room. Most were of old European castles, but some were of dragons and dark forests. "Reg, are you Gothic?" Jake asked, nervously. "Naw, I just think the dragons and stuff are cool. You guys want a soda?" "Yeah, thanks, Reggy." Chris replied, plopping down on Reggy's unmade bed. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right back." Reggy disappeared out the bedroom door. Jake continued to look around the bedroom, and noticed a pair of Reggy's underwear on the floor. Without even hesitating, he picked them up to show Chris, holding them in front of his waist, as though he were wearing them. "Man, I can't believe I'm in Reggy's bedroom." "Put those back, you idiot!" Chris scolded, grabbing the black briefs from Jake's hands and putting them back on the floor. "You better hope he doesn't notice you were playing with 'em." Jake suddenly turned red in the face, just as Reggy returned, sodas in hand. "Here you go. Hope you like Pepsi, it's all we've got in the house." Reggy handed the boys each one. "Yeah, th..th..thanks," Jake stammered, still embarrassed by his obsession with Reggy's underwear. "How about a video game? I just got this one called Brute Force. It's pretty cool." Reggy set down his soda and began setting up the game. Jake took a seat on the floor near the TV, while Chris stayed seated on the bed. Reggy handed Jake a controller, but Jake's eyes were glued to Reggy's hairless legs, as they peered out of the silk robe. "Hello?" Reggy called out, wiggling the controller. Chris and Reggy both giggled, as Jake turned red yet again, and shyly took the controller. Reggy sat haphazardly on the bed next to Chris, and hit START on his controller. The boys played for a while, but Jake was too distracted by Reggy's near naked body to concentrate on the game. He tried to steal casual glances from the corner of his eye, at Reggy, and still play the video game. Reggy knew it too, and little by little, he teased Jake, moving around on the bed so that the robe would open wider. The next time Reggy noticed Jake looking over at him, he casually spread his legs, and Jake got a full view of Reggy's semi-hard dick and dark balls. Jake couldn't help himself. His eyes were fixed on Reggy's crotch, and although Chris hadn't noticed the staring contest, he could tell that Jake was no longer playing, as his character had stopped moving. Reggy took the initiative. "You like what you see?" Jake quickly turned his eyes back to the screen, and Chris then understood what was going on and why Jake had stopped playing. "Jake, it's cool. I'll let you look at my dick." Reggy paused the game, stood up and opened his robe. The feeling of the silky material sliding down his backside caused his dick to jump and come to full attention. "It's not like you haven't seen it in the shower room before." Jake was frozen, as though Reggy's hard boy dick has some mysterious power over him. Chris reached across and touched Reggy's firm butt cheek. "Man, Reg, your ass is so smooth." Chris continued to caress Reggy's black skin, moving up and down across his butt and back. The feeling of Chris' hand on his skin, only made him harder and his dick began to throb in beat with his heart. "Dude," Jake finally said, still mesmerized by the sight of this naked God before him. "I've never seen a dick that big before." Jake was sure that Reggy measured 7 inches and was very thick around. Jake could also tell that Reggy shaved off whatever hair must have been there, because his balls were clean. Jake could feel his mouth drooling, and he wanted to bury his face in Reggy's crotch right then. "You want to touch it, Jake?" Reggy moved toward Jake, his balls rolling under his hard dick. Jake couldn't speak, it was all so unreal to him. "Go ahead, Jake, it's cool," Chris said, standing up from the bed. Jake reached up and nervously wrapped his fingers around Reggy's pulsing shaft. "Mmmm, yeah, that's it, Jake. Jack my cock." Reggy moaned as the heat of Jake's fingers excited the nerves in Reggy's dick. Chris began to undress and tossed his clothes onto the floor. When he was naked, he moved in behind Reggy and once again, began stroking the soft skin of his shoulders, back, and firm ass. Chris could feel his dick rising, and he moved in closer to Reggy, pushing his hard dick against Reggy's soft ass cheeks. Jake couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, in Reggy's bedroom, holding Reggy's naked dick in his hand. Reggy moved closer to Jake and now the tip of his dick was in line with Jake's watering mouth. "Suck on it, Jake," Reggy smiled down on Jake. Jake now noticed Chris moving around behind Reggy and caught a glimpse of his naked pale skin. It was then that Jake could feel the familiar tingling in his balls, and he reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze. Jake then opened his mouth, and Reggy slipped his erect dick into Jake's parted lips. "Oh yeah, Jake, mmmm, now suck it." Reggy moaned. Jake followed his command began slowly moving his mouth up and down Reggy's firm cut dick, licking the bottom of his shaft. Despite Jake's best efforts, he couldn't get very far past Reggy's mushroom head without gagging, but that didn't slow his quickening pace. "Easy, Buddy, we've got all day," Reggy stroked Jake's hair, and Jake slowed his pace. Chris knelt down, moved around to the front of Reggy's legs, and began licking the dark globes that hung below Reggy's dick. "Oh yeah, Telater, lick those balls, mmmmm," Reggy moaned, the feelings electrifying his body as the two boys suckled and licked his most sensitive boy parts. Jake couldn't take the pressure anymore and released the black monster from his mouth. As Reggy whined from the sudden void, Chris quickly took over the oral pleasuring of their black friend. Jake began stripping and Reggy watched closely as the boy slipped his t-shirt over his head, and then in one quick motion, slid his pants and white briefs down his pale slender legs. Jake's stiff dick popped out and slapped his belly, and Reggy smiled and then licked his luscious lips. Jake quickly resumed the position that Chris had left behind, licking and sucking on Reggy's hairless balls. "Man, you guys really know how to please somebody!" Reggy whispered, pushing his firm dick further into Chris' hungry mouth. Chris worked his jaw over Reggy's cock, moving it further and further into his mouth. Just when he thought he would gag, Chris relaxed, took a deep breath, and pulled Reggy even closer. Reggy felt his dick hit the back of Chris' throat and was certain that Chris couldn't possibly move any further up his cock, but Reggy was wrong, and just then, Chris pulled on Reggy again, until Reggy's pubic hair was brushing his upper lip. "Fuck, Telater, you sure can eat cock." Reggy pulled out slightly before forcing his love tool deep into Chris' mouth again. This time, Chris could feel the head of Reggy's dick enter his throat. It was everything Chris could do to keep from gagging, but he held back the reflex. "I gotta sit down," Reggy said, afraid of falling to his knees when his impending orgasm finally hit. He stopped the boys, and felt his wet dick slip from Chris' mouth with a pop. As soon as his firm ass touched the bed, the two boys were back to work, as though their only reason for living was satisfying their team captain. Reggy played with their hair, one hand on Chris' head, the other on Jake's, lost in the blissful feelings of their oral attention. With a free hand, Chris moved across Jake's leg, and began pulling on his friend's fully erect dick. Jake was not one to be left behind, and followed Chris' example, reaching and pulling on Chris' leaking dick. "Dude, I'm gonna blow," Reggy warned, but Chris' didn't care. He had wanted this for so long, he wasn't about to let go. "I'm serious dude, I'm gonna shoot...uhhhh." Just then, Reggy's dick erupted with a shower of boy cum. It was more than Chris had ever thought possible and his mouth was quickly flooded with the salty-sweetness of Reggy. Chris let Reggy's pulsing dick slip from his lips, and Jake immediately wrapped his hungry mouth around Reggy's still pulsing cock, sampling the last drops of Reggy's orgasm, before swallowing it down. Still licking his lips, Chris got up on the bed, straddling Reggy's chest, pointing his wet-tipped dick at Reggy's face. "Now it's our turn, Reg," Chris said, quickly pulling and jerking on his dick, while cupping and massaging his balls. Jake followed Chris' lead, kneeling next to Reggy's on the bed, milking his boy cum from his excited balls. Reggy could only watch as the two boys masturbated above him, waiting for their precious boy juice to bathe the black boy's chest and face. Reggy didn't have to wait long and Chris was the first to begin spraying his hot boy cum all over Reggy's dark skin. "Oh God, this is so awesome, tshhhh," Chris moaned, jerking every drop from his dick onto Reggy. Chris moved off of Reggy, and Reggy was about to sit up, when Chris pushed him back down, and pulled Jake over to take his place. Jake straddled Reggy's chest, and frantically pulled and pulled on his shaft, as he massaged his balls. "Here it comes," Jake said, adding his watery cum to the pool that had formed between Reggy's nipples. Reggy began swirling his fingers in the pool of white boy cum, massaging it into his skin, before lifting his fingers to his lips, and licking them clean. Jake could hardly breathe, but he did something then that he never thought he had the courage to do. He leaned down, and pressed his lips to Reggy's sticky wet lips. Reggy was stunned, but only for a moment before returning Jake's passionate kiss. Watching the two boys kissing as their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouth, made Chris' dick begin to rise again. Chris moved in behind Jake, straddling Reggy again. He positioned his stiffening dick between Jake's ass cheeks, and Reggy could feel Chris' dick slide between Jake and himself. Reggy broke the kiss and whispered, "Man, this is awesome. I wish I had invited you guys over a lot sooner." Jake found himself lost in Reggy's deep dark eyes. He was beginning to feel something for Reggy that he had never felt for anyone before, even Chris. Chris noticed it too, and smiled to himself. "Yeah, I wish you had invited us sooner too, cuz I won't be in this town much longer." Jake was shaken from his stare and looked at Chris, jumping off of Reggy's chest. "What the fuck do you mean you won't be in this town much longer?" Chris lowered his head, almost embarrassed that he had to tell Jake his news. "I'm moving to Florida, Jake." "WHAT?!" "I'm moving to Florida. I'm going to the Olympic school down there. They're giving me a scholarship and everything." Reggy and Jake both looked at Chris, shocked by the news. Reggy knew Chris was moving, but this was the first he had heard of the details. "Dude, a scholarship? Are you serious?" Reggy asked, now sitting up on the bed. "Yeah, I'm serious. It's a dream come true, and I can't pass it up." Chris turned to Jake. "You know this is my dream, Jake." Jake looked at Chris and then turned away, not wanting Chris to see how upset he was becoming. "Jake, I know this is tough, Dude, but you've got me, and I'm not going anywhere." Reggy placed his strong hand on Jake's naked shoulder. The heat from Reggy's palm coursed through Jake, snapping him out of his deep thoughts of loss and confusion. Jake turned and his eyes locked with Reggy's. "You mean...you and me?" Reggy smiled and nodded. "Of course, Dude. You don't think I'm going to give you up now, do you?" Suddenly Reggy's plan solidified and Chris realized why Reggy was so quick to invite them over. He had his eye on Jake, and with Chris leaving, this was his chance to have Jake all to himself. Jake felt his whole body go limp, and he fell into Reggy's waiting arms. The two boys just lied there on the bed for a moment, as Chris got up from the bed. "How soon do you go?" Jake asked, as Chris found his underwear and began to get dressed. "After this term. So, we'll still have some time together, and we've got Nationals, too, you know." Jake's sadness faded slightly, and he mustered a smile on his tender face. Reggy leaned in and kissed Jake's cheek. "Don't worry, Little Man. I gotch your back!" "Thank, Reg!" Jake hugged Reggy tightly, and Chris knew right then, that Jake would come out of this all right. "Listen, Guys, I gotta run. I promised Mom I'd help her in the house today. I'll see you guys at school, okay?" Before Chris could leave, Jake jumped up from the bed, wrapped his arms around Chris and whispered into his ear, "I'll always love you, Chris." Chris left Reggy's bedroom, a knot in his throat, knowing that he'd always love Jake too, but things would never be the same as they were before he came to Reggy's. --- Jerry and I decided to pay Chris a visit to see how he and his mother were accepting their new future. It was an excuse; really, as I desperately wanted to see the boy, and would have found any excuse to see him. I rang the bell, and Chris opened the door. It appeared that he had been crying, his cheeks still wet. "Chris? What's wrong?" I immediately stepped forward and took him into my arms. Chris practically felt into me, and began sobbing again. "I'm going to lose everything, Coach." He cried out. "What are you talking about, Chris? What happened? Where's your mom?" "She had to go to her office." Chris began crying harder. "Okay, okay, come on. Come over here and tell me what happened." I moved Chris to the couch, and Jerry quietly closed the door behind us, and found a seat across the room. "There we go. Now, what happened?" "I told him...I told him everything. At first, he was pissed, and then, oh, God, Coach...I can't believe this is happening to me." Now Chris was breathing faster and I was worried that he would hyperventilate. "Okay, slow down. Deep breaths, Chris. You told who?" "Jake! We were at Reggy's and I told him I'm moving." Then, he buried his face in my chest, crying and upset. "Okay, that doesn't seem so bad. I figure that everyone will find out eventually." My words were soft and serene, but were falling on deaf ears. "You don't get it," Chris finally sat up. "He told me he loves me!" Then, slammed his face back into my chest. "And now, everything is ruined. He's Reggy's boyfriend now, and I've lost my best friend." Hearing Reggy's name come up startled me. I certainly wasn't expecting that one. "Oh, I see. I didn't know that Jake and Reggy were so close." "They weren't...until I pushed them together today." He mumbled through sobs. I knew there was more to this story, and the only way I could help Chris was to find out exactly what happened. "Jerry, would you mind getting Chris some water from the kitchen?" I motioned my head toward the kitchen door. "Oh, sure." Jerry got up and passed us. "Easy, Tiger, it's going to be okay. Great things are happening for you." He patted Chris on the shoulder and went to the kitchen, leaving Chris and I alone. I lifted Chris face with my hands, and our eyes locked together. "You and Jake went to Reggy's?" Chris nodded. "And they had sex, didn't they?" Again, he nodded. "And then you told him you're moving?" Chris nodded again, and the tears streamed down his face. "I've lost him," he whispered. "Shh, now. It's okay," I pulled him to my shoulder and gently rocked him. After a moment or two, I lifted his face again. His reddened cheeks, and pouty lips were more than I could take. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed Chris. As our lips locked, all of the passion, emotion and love that he felt for Jake poured from his soul into his lips. Soon, his arms were around me, and our tongues were mating as though they had known each other for years. I'm not sure how long we were kissing or how long Jerry had seen us, but when he cleared his throat, my heart sank into my belly. "Here's your water, Chris." Jerry said, handing the boy the glass, as his glaring eyes bore holes into me. "I'll just wait for you in the car," he said, walking to the door, slamming it behind him. My mind raced in a million directions. It was clear that Jerry was the jealous type, and I had already broken my 'monogamy' promise. "Chris, listen to me. I want to talk about this. We'll get it all worked out, okay? You have to trust me. Can you meet me tonight at The Brass Turtle, say about 8:00?" Chris slowly nodded his head. "Good, ask for David. He's a good friend of mine, and he'll be expecting you. I'll see you there. And don't worry, I'll call your mom and let her know that you're with me." Chris nodded again, his tears drying on his cheeks. I wiped them away with the backs of my hands. "Chris, Jake's not the only one that loves you. I love you, too." The words escaped my lips as though they were on a mission, with no hope of turning back now. I got up from the couch and walked out of Chris' house. I hated to just leave him there, but I knew Jerry was waiting in the car. The drive back to my apartment was silent. Jerry looked straight ahead as he drove his BMW to Big Rapids. A few minutes from my apartment, I finally broke the silence. "Would it help to know that I never meant to hurt you?" Jerry snapped his head in my direction, his eyes red and angered, then snapped his head forward again. Another long and grueling minute of silence passed. Then, meticulously, Jerry spoke, as though he had thought about his words very carefully before speaking. "I knew you had feelings for Chris, I just didn't know how deep. I knew you were a boy lover, and I can accept that, but I thought we had agreed on a monogamous relationship." "Jerry, I'm sorry..." I began to speak, and Jerry put up his hand. "Trust is very important to me, Russell. Trust and honesty. I know myself. And I know that I can never share you with anyone, can you understand this?" It was then that I heard his voice crack, and I could tell he was fighting back the thoughts of his 'dream' crumbling before him. We pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex and Jerry stopped the car near my walkway. He then looked at me, and the fire had left his eyes, and was replaced instead with a look of emptiness. "I'm going home tomorrow, Russell. I know now, that you won't be coming with me, will you?" I softly shook my head. He was right. My feelings for Chris were far too strong, and even if I weren't invited to Florida, I would follow that boy and watch over him. "I understand. I would have made you happy, Russell. At least, I would have given you my all." "I know, Jerry. Thank you for thinking of me so fondly." I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "This doesn't change anything for Chris, Russell. I still want that boy in my school. I hope you know that." I nodded, "Yes, I knew you'd be professional, Jerry. Thank you." "You'll understand if the job doesn't come through. I really couldn't see us working side by side." "I understand," I said, a bit disappointed, but realizing that passing on Jerry meant passing on those things that he brought to the table. Jerry thought for a moment, and then a devilish smile crossed his face. "I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can still have lunch." With that, I backed out of the car, and closed the door, and as Jerry sped off, I saw Mrs. Huckstin shaking her head left and right, disapprovingly. "Oh, Fuck Off, Mrs. Huckstin!" I yelled out, and she stammered away in a huff. --- "Hello?" "Charlotte, it's Russell. I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking Chris to dinner tonight. I know it's short notice, but it seems that this move is taking its toll on him, and I thought he could use a friend." "Oh, Russell, you are so good to him. I wish his father was half the man you are." "So, it's all right, then? I know it's late." "Yes, yes, it's fine. Actually," she giggled into the phone. "I'm stuck here at the office anyways." "Well, since you're tied up there, would you like me to take Chris for the night. I can bring him back by the house in the morning." "Oh you are such a dear. Thanks, Russell. See you tomorrow." She hung up before I could get another word in. I called David and made arrangements for Chris and I to have the private dining room. David was all giddy and bubbling at the prospect of seeing my 'wonder child.' I made him promise to keep his hands to himself, and he giggled with delight. "Oooo, Mate, he must be delicious!" I hit END on my cell phone, and stepped hard on the gas. I wanted to get back into town as quickly as possible. --- "Can I help you?" Manuel looked at the boy standing in the front entrance of The Brass Turtle. Chris nervously looked around. "Are you...David?" "Certainly not. Wait here!" Manuel left the podium in search of his boss, as Chris began to have second thoughts about being here. "Hello, Mate," a soft and friendly voice spoke out. "You must be Chris." Chris turned and saw David smiling at him warmly. His fear suddenly disappeared and he felt at ease. "Yes. Coach Frye said to ask for David. Are you David?" "That I am, Mate. Come with me." David took the boy's hand, and Chris felt a little funny about being led through the restaurant by the hand. As David pushed open the huge French doors, he said, "Have a seat in here, Chris. Would you like something to drink?" "A coke would be nice, please." "Such a polite boy. I'll be right back." Chris looked around the darkened room, and it was unlike anything he'd seen before. A single candle flickered atop a long, lone table in the center of the room. Along the outside walls, several tables were lined, as though waiting for a large buffet to be arranged. Chris cautiously moved to one of the chairs at the long table, and as he sat down, he continued looking around the room. Several wooden statues adorned the dark walls, as though they were cut right into the wall. Some looked like Lion's heads, and Chris found himself amused by the intricate detail and ornamentation. He was just about to get up from his chair and have a closer look when David burst through the rear swinging doors. "Here we are. And there's plenty more where that came from. Now, Russell...err, Coach Frye, should be here any minute. You just relax, Mate, ahhright?" "Thank you, David." Chris sipped the soda from the straw and let the bubbles tickle his tongue before swallowing them down. David quickly scampered off behind the swinging doors, and Chris found himself, once again, alone in the cozy dining room. --- My cell phone rang, and looking at the screen, I recognized the number immediately. "Is he there?" "Just now arrived. I've got him settled in my private dining room." David giggled. "Thank you, David. You're truly a good friend." "He's quite the eye candy, Mate." "David, you promised! I'll be there in 10 minutes." I quickly hit END and stepped harder on the gas pedal, making my poor beat-up Honda whine and cry. --- "I thought you might like something to munch on while you're waiting for Coach Frye to arrive," David proudly announced, as he laid a linen covered basket on the table. "They're French. Butter Croissants. Fresh from my oven. Go ahead, try one." David opened the linen as a small curl of steam rose above them. "Mmmm," Chris softly moaned as the warm, wonderful aroma filled his senses. "That's a good boy." David smiled and then left the room again. Chris savored the croissant as it melted on his tongue. The warmth put him at ease, and he could feel all of his boyhood troubles lifting from him. --- I screeched to a halt outside of The Brass Turtle, and Juan, the Valet, recognized my old Honda instantly. "I've got this one," he motioned aside another Valet. I opened the door without even turning off the engine. My mind was fixed on one goal: Getting to my Chris. Juan took my car, and I scurried inside. David was waiting for me at the podium. "You look horrible!" David commented, rushing to my side. "I feel like shit. Where is he?" "My private dining room, I told you. Come on, Mate." David grabbed my hand similar to how he had taken Chris' and led me through the restaurant. Say what you want about David, but he left no room for misconceptions. He knew exactly whom he was, what he was in control of, and where he was going in life, and no one stepped in his way. As we reached the familiar French doors, I could feel my heart rate begin to return to its normal beat. Despite how foolish it seemed to be holding David's hand through the restaurant, now it seemed comforting. David pushed open the door and waved me in. Always the gentleman, he closed the door behind me, leaving Chris and I alone. Chris immediately jumped from the chair and flew into my arms. "I didn't think you were ever going to get here." "Well, I'm happy to see you too. I got here as quick as I could." I hugged him tight and the feeling of this boy in my arms felt so natural, so wonderfully perfect, I cursed myself for even thinking I could be with anyone else. Chris broke our embrace and as he looked deep into my eyes, he whispered, "Did you mean what you said to me? About...loving me?" I could see him swallow a huge lump in his throat. "I meant every word." And then I pulled him to me again. Chris looked up and then pressed his lips to mine. The strength in my passion only grew with every minute I spent with Chris. It was clear to me now, more than ever, that I would have to follow him to Florida, and continue to look over him and keep him close. As though he could read my mind, he squeezed tighter to me, almost afraid to let go for fear that he would waken from his dream and I would be gone. Then, just as quickly as he had hugged me, he let go, and stepped back. A new fear written across his face. "You're...you're not coming with us, are you?" Chris paused, waiting for my answer, but I had already decided that I would go, and sell everything I own, if that's what it took to be close to this boy. "Chris, I'm not sure how I can make you understand how I feel about you. Look, come sit down for a minute, there's something we have to talk about." I led him to the chairs and we both sat down. "Chris, there are very few people in my life that I hold very close to my heart," I continued. "You are in first place in that category. And the more time I've spent with you, the more I've become attached to you." I held his hand and he moved closer to me, pressing our legs together. "Chris, I love you. Not like your mom loves you or even like Jake loves you." Chris never lifted his eyes from me, and was held on every word. "Chris, I love you like...well, like two people who get married love each other." It was an awful attempt at finding just the right words to describe the deep seeded emotional attachment that I was feeling for Chris. Chris looked away from me for the first time since I entered the dining room. Then, he stood up and walked to one of the wood statues. "What about that Olympic guy?" "Chris, I'm sorry about how Jerry acted toward you at the house. It was my fault. He knows how I feel about you." Chris quickly turned to face me. "He knows? You told him...about us?" "Well, not everything, Chris, but yes, I told him that I'm very fond of you." Chris turned back to the statue. "Chris, he saw us kissing! He's not stupid. He knows that I'm in love with you." My feelings for Chris were now freely pouring out, and although I was certain Chris felt the same for me, I knew that I was running a risk that he would 'grow out' of our love. "So, what happens now?" Chris said softly. "I broke it off with him, Chris. I can't lie to him anymore than I can lie to you." Chris turned to me again, and walked to my chair. "Do I have to go to Florida?" For the first time since Jerry announced the Committee's decision to recruit Chris, I actually saw a shadow of doubt in Chris' eyes. "Would it be so terrible to have a shot at the Olympics, Chris?" Chris turned around again and walked back to the statue. "It is worth losing the people I love?" It was as though a dagger had been thrust into my chest, forcing the very air from my lungs. I couldn't speak. I got up from the chair and walked to Chris, pressing against his back, as I wrapped my arms around him. My breath returned and I found my voice. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But whatever you decide, I'll be with you every step of the way." Chris placed his arms on mine and he knew at that tender moment that my words were sincere, and that I would be with him, mentally and physically. --- "Hello, Mrs. Telater. I'm sorry to call at such a late hour, but I was hoping that Coach Frye was visiting with you. I've been trying to reach him with no success." Jerry lied into the phone. Charlotte's number was the first he dialed. "Well, no, he's not here. He's taken Chris to dinner." She answered, matter-of-factly. "Oh, I see. Very well then. Thank you." Jerry hung up, not sure what to do next. His mind was filled with the weekend, and his lingering feelings for Coach Frye. Still, he had to try. He simply had to try. He started the BMW, and roared off toward The Brass Turtle. --- David was quick with our appetizers, as I convinced Chris that we should at least enjoy a nice meal. I had also informed him that he was 'mine for the evening,' and that seemed to really brighten his spirits. After a beautifully arranged tray of crab-cakes and fried calamari, David clapped his hands together, and our dirty dishes were quickly removed. "A special evening deserves a special meal, don't you think, Mate?" He winked at Chris, who smiled back politely and then looked at me for reassurance. I nodded softly and Chris knew it was going to be okay. David took the liberty of ordering for us, and until our plates arrived, we had no way of knowing what would be placed before us. When the steaming plates arrived, Manuel placed the plates on our table. The breath-taking aroma filled my mind before my eyes could register the sweet delicate prime rib. The horseradish sauce was vibrant and a perfect compliment to the dish. David was as gracious a host as he was generous, and we progressed through the meal, Chris managed to find new ways of pressing our legs closer and closer together. As though David was magically in tune with us, he whisked into the room just as we finished, quickly ordering the plates removed. "Well, Mates, I'm sure you're going to want a cozy place to chat for awhile. Follow me." David was not someone to take 'no' for an answer. I nodded in David's direction, and Chris and I followed, as David led us back through the French doors and down an even darker hallway. This was a part of the restaurant I had never seen before, even during the days that David and I dated. "Where are we going?" Chris whispered to me, trying not to be impolite. "Ah, ah, ah...you don't want to spoil the mood." David said as he waved a hand in the air. David produced a single key, which he used to unlock the solid door. --- Jerry pulled his BMW in front of The Brass Turtle. Juan came out to greet him. "Will you be having dinner with us?" he asked, holding his hand out for a tip. Jerry quickly stuffed a $20 into Juan's hand and ran into the foyer of the restaurant. "Goodness. May I help you?" Manuel asked with certain trepidation at Jerry's haste. "I believe that Mr. Russell Frye is dining here this evening. Could you tell what table he's at?" Jerry quickly looked around the front dining area of the restaurant as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Sir. Mr. Frye has already left the restaurant. Would you like me to find a table for you?" "No, I don't want a Goddamn table, you impertinent twit!" Jerry stormed out of the restaurant, and was forced to wait as Juan retrieved his car. --- As we walked into the room, I was even more impressed than I had been by the private dining room. Along the right wall were an oversized black leather couch, and several chairs with small spotlights hanging above them. Along the left wall was what appeared to be a full bar, with sparkling glasses hanging from dark wooden racks. "I think you'll find whatever you need here. But if you need anything at all, please feel free to ring me," David said, pointing to the phone on the bar. Chris made himself comfortable on the couch, which seemed to envelope his body like a marshmallow. "David, how long have you had this room?" I couldn't help it. My curiosity was in overload. "Just enjoy it, Russell. No one will bother you here." Then David turned to Chris, extending his hand. "It was a delightful pleasure to meet you, young man. It's no wonder Russell's smitten with you." Chris looked shocked, as though the mere thought of anyone being 'smitten' by him was simply impossible. "I'll arrange to have your car brought around back. You'll be able to leave through there." He pointed to another door at the end of the bar. "Good night, Russell." With that, David kissed my cheek, causing Chris to giggle a bit, and he left the room through the same door we entered through. I then heard the tumblers lock in place, and suddenly the room was silent. You couldn't hear a single sound of the restaurant just inches on the other side. "Well, Mr. Telater. It seems we have some privacy. Now then, what shall we do with it?" I leaned in next to Chris, and practically fell on top of him as the couch began to swallow my knees in similar fashion to how it was swallowing Chris. I quickly regained my balance only to find Chris laughing hysterically. "That was smooth," was all the boy could utter through laughter. I began to laugh as well, and we realized that it was the first time we had felt good for a long time. I leaned in and kissed him. --- "Oh, this is bullshit!" Jerry finally uttered, growing impatient waiting for Juan to bring his car. He stormed back inside the restaurant. "I want to see the Manager of this place!" He pointed a finger at Manuel. "Yes, Sir. Have a seat there, and I'll get him for you." Manuel pointed to an open chair in the waiting area. Jerry huffed and walked to the chair but refused to sit. Manuel located David and explained that the man that had joined Mr. Frye for dinner the other evening had returned and was quite emphatic about seeing Mr. Frye and then asked for the manager. "I'll take care of this Skipperweed, Mate...not to worry." David said in his best accent. His true 'down-under' nature coming out. "What can I do for you?" David said, his hands on his hips, as he approached Jerry. "I'm looking for Mr. Russell Frye!" Jerry insisted, glaring back at Manuel, as though he had won some prize fight. "Manuel," David looked over at his assistant. "Is Mr. Frye still in the restaurant?" Manuel smiled devilishly, although maintaining his composure. "No, Sir. As I've already explained to this gentleman, Mr. Frye has left the restaurant." "Well then. It seems you have your answer. Was there anything else I can help you with?" Just then, Juan entered the foyer. "Your car is ready, Sir." "Well, it's about damn time!" Jerry stormed out of the restaurant, as David winked at Manuel. It was his way of telling Manuel that he had done a good job, and Manuel knew it. --- My hand slid down Chris' firm body until it reached the rising bulge in his jeans. "Chris, I want to feel your naked body next to mine." Without waiting for an answer, I began to undo his belt and the top button of his jeans. I could sense that Chris was enjoying this, because his breathing pace quickened. Just as I was about to unzip his jeans and release that gorgeous boy cock from its prison, the phone on the bar rang. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.