Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 14:24:41 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - chpt 17 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 17 --- We arrived at the airport, and by the time the plane was in the air on our "red-eye" flight back to Michigan, most of the boys were asleep. Most that is, except for my Chris. He leaned in closer to me, and rested his head on my shoulder. Chris then looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with that color of innocence and brightness, that made me want to dive right in, as though they were the brightest and most wonderful swimming pools I had ever seen. He smiled at me, and I returned his smile, neither of us speaking. We didn't have to. We were becoming closer than I ever dreamed possible, and were almost able to read each other's thoughts. He snuggled in again, and I moved my blanket across us, sharing it. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and hugged me tightly under the blanket. "I love you too," I whispered down to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. We were still for a moment. The only sounds were the solace hum of the jet engines and the slight whistle from the air-vent. Then, I felt Chris move his hand from my waist, down to my leg. When he reached the top of my thigh, he gave it a gentle squeeze that sent electricity straight to my dick. He stopped only for a moment, and then proceeded between my legs. My aroused cock was already responding, even though he hadn't touched it. Since I was wearing some pretty loose boxers and my sweat pants, my dick had plenty of room for growth. Chris began rubbing between my legs, occasionally brushing the crotch of my sweat pants, making my dick jump each time. I leaned back, closed my eyes as though I were sleeping, and spread my legs a bit, giving Chris the access he desired. Chris took my advance and moved closer to my dick, outlining my almost full erection with his fingers. Then, without moving the blanket, he slipped his hand inside the waistband of my sweat pants and boxers. As soon as his warm fingers touched the pre-cum-slick tip of my dick, it became rock hard. I moaned softly, barely audible, as he wrapped his fingers around my stiff dick and began the smooth and erotic stroke that I loved. Not to be outdone, I reached under the blanket, and slid my hand between his legs. Chris was only wearing shorts, as I suspect he had this little 'quality time' planned ahead of time. My suspicion was confirmed when I slipped my fingers into the leg hole of his shorts, only to discover that he wasn't wearing underwear. My fingertips brushed his hairless balls, and his dick jumped to attention. My mouth began to water and ached to suck on him, but I knew I would have to be content with touching him, for now anyways. I slipped my fingers out of the leg hole, and pressed my palm against his hard boyhood. As I squeezed his dick through the material, he squeezed my dick, forcing more of the clear liquid from the tip. I unbuttoned the single top button, and slid the zipper down as quietly as I could. Though it was barely audible, to me, the 'zzzzzzzzip' sounded as loud as a freight train at 3:00 AM. As soon as I opened the fly of his shorts, his hardness burst through, tenting the blanket on our laps. Chris moved his right arm onto the armrest, slightly raising the blanket, so his obvious erection was less noticeable to anyone walking by. The possibility of getting caught playing with each other only added to the eroticism of the moment, and I knew Chris was enjoying the 'danger' as much as I was. Chris began pulling on my waistband, and I lifted my hips slightly, allowing him to slip the fabric barrier away from his prize. Soon, Chris and I were matched rhythmic strokes on each other's hard, pulsing dicks. As our speed increased, so did our breathing, and although we tried our best to sit still, we couldn't help the movements of our bodies, wrapped in the bliss of our passion. Each of us trying his best to please the other. Each equally enjoying this mutual masturbation. I could feel a small amount of precum escape from Chris' dick, and I used it as lube against the underside of his dick head. Chris moaned and turned his head, so that my chest would muffle the sound. I knew he was close and could feel his orgasm approaching. As much as I wanted to continue right there, I didn't want to waste his precious boy cream. I released my grip on his dick and leaned into him, whispering, "Do you think you can hold it until you get to the bathroom?" Chris opened his eyes and nodded at me. "Okay, but leave the door unlocked...I'll be right there." Chris reached down and quietly stuffed his hard dick into his shorts and zipped them back up. I slid my sweat pants back up and pulled the blanket from us. Chris stood up and as he was moving across me, I patted his tented crotch. "I'll be right there." Chris smiled down at me. "You better," he whispered and then moved toward the bathroom. After a few moments, I got up and casually walked to the back of the plane where the two small bathrooms were located. As I walked through the isle, I noticed that all of my team, except Jake and Reggy, were asleep. Jake smiled at me as I walked by, as though he knew where I was headed. I merely smiled back and casually continued. When I reached the bathrooms, I noticed that the engine noise was much louder than in our seating area. I didn't knock, but opened the door, to find Chris waiting inside, completely nude, his hard on winking at me, inviting me in. I stepped in, and closed the door behind me, locking it. Without uttering a word, I knelt down and guided that beautiful boy's dick between my hungry lips, and proceeded to pick up the rhythm that I had stopped in the seat. Chris began to breath hard and moan again, and the louder sound of the engines muffled the moans from within our small love nest. In almost no time, I had him worked up to the edge of his impending orgasm, and he quickly grabbed my head, locking my mouth to his dick, forcing his hard shaft into my throat. "Oh fuck, Coach...here it comes!" His dick gushed, sending wave after sweet wave of his boy juice into my throat. I backed up a bit, just as another wave of his cream coated my tongue. I savored the warm liquid before swallowing it down. Almost as quickly as he started, Chris recovered from his peak, and smiled down at me. He pulled me upward and planted his lips tightly against mine, and as I parted my lips, his tongue immediately searched the inside of my mouth, savoring the few remnants of his own explosion. As we parted, Chris smiled at me and whispered, "Now it's your turn." And he began to move down my body. I stopped him for a moment. "Chris, you don't have to." "I know, but I want to." He then slipped his fingers into my loose waistband, and yanked the fabric down, freeing my hard dick. The blast of cold air made my dick jump upward, slapping his chin. He giggled, and then engulfed the entire length of my dick, sending shockwaves through my body, that almost caused me to collapse on top of him. I held steady to the grab bars in the bathroom, as Chris went to work on my now throbbing member. I released one of the bars, and slid my fingers through his soft hair. This only seemed to encourage Chris, and he increased his speed, back and forth on my cock, working magic along the underside of my dick, all the while, caressing and fondling my sensitive balls. Chris knew just what to do to send me over the erotic edge, and moving his hand between my legs, he quickly slipped his middle finger into my hole. He began working it in and out, while keeping a tight grip on my dick. The plane hit an air pocket, and the plane jumped, forcing Chris' finger deeper inside me. He hit my prostate and sent me into an instant and aggressive orgasm. I didn't even have time to warn him, before my dick began flooding his mouth with my cum. Chris never missed a beat, and swallowed almost as fast as I could deliver, with only an occasional drop or two escaping his talented lips. As my tempest subsided, I looked down at Chris, and following his lead, pulled him to me, embracing him in another loving kiss, our tongues dancing in coated bliss. Breaking our kiss, Chris said only one thing, "I love you, Russell." I looked into his eyes and at that moment, I felt something from him that I had desired all along. He truly did love me, with his entire being, as much as was humanly possible for him to do. I hugged him to my chest, blocking his vision from the tear that had formed in my eye. We cleaned up and dressed, and I sent Chris back to his seat first. Then, just as we started, I followed a short time later. As I passed Jake and Reggy again, Reggy was asleep on Jake's shoulder. I looked down on him and he mouthed the words, 'I think he likes me.' I smiled and nodded, and then patted Jake on the shoulder. "He's got good taste." I said, as I moved away from Jake and returned to my seat. As soon as I sat down, Chris threw the blanket over us, curled up next to me, and drifted off to blissful sleep. He didn't move again until we finally landed in Detroit. --- "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Seat Belt sign, and we'll be arriving in Detroit shortly. Please return your seats and trays to their upright and locked positions, turn off any electronic devices, and return any loose articles to the overhead compartment. Thank you." "Chris, wake up. We're landing soon." I gently rocked him awake. "I had the most wonderful dream. I dreamt that you stayed with mom and me, and we stayed a family forever." He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned. "Would you like that?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Hell ya!" He hugged me tightly, as the stewardess came through to collect whatever left over trash we might have. She smiled down at us and then kept walking forward. Our plane landed only a few minutes late, and we scurried through the terminal to the baggage area to claim our luggage. Despite whatever sleep my team may have had on the flight, it was clear they were exhausted, and this latest jaunt through the airport was sapping whatever energy they had left. We claimed our bags and walked out to the parking lot to meet our chartered bus. One by one, the boys dropped the bags near the driver, who haphazardly tossed them into the cargo area. The boys didn't care. They climbed aboard the bus, found a seat, and each proceeded to resume the catatonic sleep mode that had been interrupted. "Sit here, Chris," Reggy called out, pointing to a seat next to Jake. Chris looked at me, as though asking permission. I discreetly nodded, and Chris sat down. I found a seat up by the driver, so I could give accurate directions when we approached the school. "Well, Jake, looks like Florida ain't happenin' after all." Chris said to his friend. "Really? Cool! I hated the idea of you leaving town. I'd never get to see you again." Jake answered. Chris leaned in closer to Jake and whispered, "How things going with Reggy?" Jake started to laugh. "Hey, Reggy...Chris wants to know how things are going with us?" Reggy laughed too. "Well, Jakey here is a royal pain-in-the-ass. Follows me everywhere, even begs me for sleepovers. I tell ya, it's torture!" "Hey, Dickhead! I'm not a pain-in-the-ass!" Jake jabbed Reggy in the ribs. "Dickhead? I'll show you a dickhead!" Reggy started to unzip his pants. "Okay, okay, I get the picture!" Chris laughed. --- The bus ride from Detroit to Lakeview seemed as long as the flight, and not as comfortable. Fortunately, most of the boys slept through it, so for them, the trip home was almost instantaneous. As our bus pulled up to the school, the early hours sunrise brightened the banners and decorations that adorned our school, as though it were Christmas time. 'CONGRATULATIONS, NATIONAL CHAMPIONS' 'LAKEVIEW ACADEMY IS #1' 'OUR SWIM TEAM IS THE BEST!' Before long, all the boys were awake, and upon seeing the banners and decorations, were energized with a renewed vigor. We were a bit disappointed, as apparent on their faces, that the 'welcoming committee' that we had experienced last time, were not present this time. However, standing alone and proud, was our Principal, Mr. Bill Newkirk. The bus stopped directly in front of Bill. Before the driver could open the door, I could hear Bill yelling out, "Welcome home, my champions. Well done, well done. We're all so proud of you. Yes, yes, come off that bus now, and come with me." The boys disembarked and Bill led us to the Auditorium of the school. As soon as the double doors of the Auditorium were opened, the applause erupted, and there before us, was every student of the school, along with parents, family members, friends, and news reporters from local and statewide stations. Flashes went off as pictures were snapped, and Bill continued to lead us to the center of the large room. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for coming. May I present this year's National Swimmer's Competition Champions!" The crowd rose to their feet and the applause once again erupted. The knot in my throat increased in size. Yet, it was nothing compared to what I would experience next. "Coach Frye, come up here, please," Bill spoke into the microphone, as he waved me over. "On behalf of the Board of Directors and our faculty, we're declaring today Official Coach Frye day!" The crowd applauded again, and the team joined in. Suddenly, my boys were chanting "Speech, speech, speech, speech!" Bill handed me the microphone and I swallowed hard, trying to get the lump to go down. The crowd slowly grew still, and I brought the microphone to my face. "Wow. Thank you." I started to say. "This was really a team effort." The applause erupted again, and each time I paused. It was beginning to sound more like a Presidential speech than a modest swim coach. "Thank you. We worked very hard all year for this...And we could not have succeeded without all of your support." More applause. "Every one of the Lakeview Academy swimmers poured their hearts and souls into this competition." More applause. "And this is what we have to present to all of you for that support. Reggy?" Reggy moved forward through the pack of boys, proudly carrying the huge Championship Trophy. "Reggy, read the inscription." I handed him the microphone, as he read the metal plate. "Lakeview Academy Swim Team. National Champions of the Fourteenth Annual Swim Competition. 1984." The crowd was once again on their feet, applauding before Reggy couldn't even finish. Reggy held the trophy high in the air for all to see, which only encouraged the crowd to cheer. It was then that I returned the microphone to Bill, and began moving along my boys, shaking each of their hands, congratulating them and thanking them for their hard work. I was surprised when more than one boy gave me a huge hug. Jake started the pattern, then Reggy, of course Chris, and it just continued. "Lunch is served in the Cafeteria, and we invite all of you to join us." Bill commanded and then turned off the microphone. Slowly, the crowd disbursed from the Auditorium and made their way to the Cafeteria for another well-catered luncheon. Each team member was reunited with his respective parents, and hugs and pats-on-the-back were passed around. Everyone that is, except for my Chris. I quickly looked around, but with no sign of Charlotte, I too was beginning to get worried. I knew I had her cell phone number in my office, so I pulled Chris aside, and told him I'd try to reach her. "Thanks, Coach," he said, as a sign of relief crossed his face. The phone rang, and Charlotte answered, "Hello?" "Charlotte, it's Russell. We're back, and there's a big celebration. We won, Charlotte. Everyone is here, except you. Where are you?" "Russell...oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit! I completely forgot! Chris must think I'm an idiot! Shit!" "Calm down, Charlotte. Can you get here soon? Where are you now?" "I'm still at my office. Things went crazy this morning with the new promotions and I completely forgot. Yes, yes...I'll get there as soon as I can. I'm on my way." The phone went dead, and I hung up. I returned to the festivities and once again pulled Chris aside. "She forgot, didn't she?" He asked with a saddened and disappointed face. "Forgot? Your mother? Come on, Chris. She got called into an important meeting that just finished. She's on her way, don't worry, okay?" Chris smiled at me, reassured that he wasn't forgotten. "Thanks, Russell. I can always count on you." "Yes, you can. Come on, let's get some food...I'm starving." Chris giggled and we made our way to the buffet table. A quick twenty minutes later, Charlotte arrived, observing the full swing of festivities at the private school. I caught sight of her in the corner of my eye, and wanted to warn her about the story I told Chris, but it was too late. Chris was already on his way to meet her. "Mom! You wouldn't believe it! It was totally awesome!" Chris hugged his mom tightly. "I'm sorry, Chris. I got here as soon as I could." Charlotte began to speak, but Chris interrupted her. I arrived just as he said, "Coach told me about the meeting. It's cool. I know you have work to do, but I'm so glad you're here!" He hugged her again. Charlotte looked over Chris' shoulder and mouthed, 'Thank you.' I patted her on the shoulder, nodded and began to walk away. Chris tugged on my arm. "Hey, wait a minute. Where you going?" "Chris, this is family time now." Chris' jubilant smile quickly disappeared and a stern seriousness took its place. "But, Russell, you ARE my family. You and mom." He hugged us both, and I couldn't help but feel his love. --- The festivities and celebration, though a short three-hour event, seemed to last much longer than I had the patience or energy for. I yearned for the comfort and solace of my bed. I said goodbye to Bill, and then Charlotte, Chris and I made our way to her car, for the trip home. --- Chris got his wish, and I moved into the house permanently. Although I had my own room, most nights Chris shared my bed, and managed to sneak back into his own room before Charlotte started her day. I think she knew, but as happy as Chris was, she would do nothing to break us apart. The Olympic Committee sent a new representative to visit Chris, and despite Chris' best efforts to illustrate a 'less than Olympic hopeful' style, the representative still presented Chris with the opportunity to attend the Florida school that next year. The three of us talked about it for hours, and Chris decided on his own, to let the 'opportunity' pass. He said that he never again wanted to swim under such pressure. He would say, 'It was supposed to be fun, and they took away that fun.' Chris moved on from Lakeview Academy, and although our team attended several more finalist meets, Lakeview never reclaimed her glorious championship. After high school graduation, Chris and I moved in to an apartment together. Charlotte was not at all surprised and as we were moving out, she pulled me aside and whispered to me, "Take care of my boy. He loves you, you know." There were several special moments between Chris' mother and I. But none so touching as that one. Chris starts college next week. A local college, so he can 'stay near me.' Chris and I became closer than I ever dreamed possible. I watched him grow into a loving and responsible man. We still laugh together and cuddle together, but even Chris admits, that the summer of 1984 was the best of his life. It was then, that he discovered whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Then he hugged me tight, said goodnight, and turned off the bedside light. --- THE END I hope you've enjoyed this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.