Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2003 20:03:46 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - Chapter 6 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 6 --- Tuesday evening came much faster, and although the practice went much the same, what happened in the shower that night would change the course of my career. My trio of sexually adventurous boys resumed their session, though I didn't get the chance to witness it. I had some assignments to grade, and was busy in my office, while the boys finished up. I was startled out of my concentration when I heard someone yell, "What the hell is going on in here?" I recognized "Iron Claw's" voice immediately, and my blood ran cold. I rushed from my office to the shower room, already knowing in my mind what Principal Newkirk had witnessed. Sure enough, there was Chris, Jake and Austin standing naked in the shower, with their hard-ons slowly disappearing. I could tell from the redness on Austin's knees that the boys had ventured into new ground for their sexual exploration. "This school has a reputation for high morals," Old Iron Claw was screaming. If getting caught didn't deter their erections, hearing Newkirk's voice certainly did the trick. Principal Newkirk's comment was directly at me, as much as the boys, and as my eyes met Bill's, I couldn't help but remember how his eyes had scanned my body earlier. Principal Newkirk then looked back at the boys. "Get your faggot asses out of my school! I'll be calling your parents, and you can consider yourselves suspended!" He began to turn and walk out of the shower room. "But, we've got the Semis on Saturday," Chris protested, clearly the bravest of the group. Bill stopped for a moment, the vision of his prized school trophy drifting from his clutches. "Please, Mr. Newkirk. We need to practice. We can win the Semis, I just know we can!" Chris continued, the rattle of disappointment in his voice. "I don't give a rat's ass about that competition," he lied. I looked at him again, knowing full well that a competition win would put him 'on the map' of influential private schools. Bill returned my look, and realized that I caught his lie. "I'll discuss this with your coach. Go home!" He walked from the shower room, and as he passed me, he said, "I'll see you in my office as soon as these boys are out of the gym. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," I said, trying not to sound sheepish, but knowing my own fear came through. When I heard the locker room door slam, I looked back at the boys, still standing naked before me. "You heard the man. Go on home, Boys." I turned toward my office. "Coach?" Chris asked softly. "What is it, Chris?" I asked, still facing away from them. "Are we going to get kicked off the team?" That was the question. It was blaring loud and clear in my own mind as well. I could make up some rosey story for the boys, but the truth of the matter was that I really didn't know. I just walked to my office, leaving the question hanging like some old gym towel left behind. --- The hands on my watch read 7:30, and I slowly made my way to the office of Mr. Bill Newkirk, Principal. As I read the gold lettering on the door, a chill ran down my spine. I knocked softly. "It's about time! Get in here!" The booming voice carried an aire of disgust as well as disappointment. "You wanted to see me?" What a stupid question, but what else could I say. I knew that this conversation would get ugly, and I decided to take the defensive approach, and let Bill lead the conversation. At least, for now. "Well, it seems that you have a couple of little faggots on your team!" He glared at me, as I took the seat he pointed out. "I'm not so sure they are gay, Bill." He began to laugh out loud. "Are you blind? One of them was on his knees giving better head than most veteran prostitutes! They're gay all right, and this school can't afford another scandal!" "Sir?" I looked at him, confused. "His name was Joey McGiven." Bill turned and looked out through the vertical blinds as the parking lot lights began to flicker on. "He was a star athlete, Russell. He could be pro, I tell ya!" He looked directly at me, fire in his eyes as the memories came back to him. I merely nodded, not sure what to say, leaving Bill to continue his story. "That was, until that awful day." Bill looked down at the floor and them slumped into his chair, as though the weight of the memory was too much for him. "What happened?" I asked softly. "I was only Vice Principal then. Stewart Channing was Principal. Poor Stewart," Bill said, shaking his head. "The poor bastard never saw it coming." "Bill, I don't understand." My curiosity was now sparked. "His name was Joey McGiven," Bill repeated, somehow emphasizing his point. He glared at me, as though his eyes would drill the unknown knowledge into my mind. Then it clicked. 'McGiven.' "Holy Shit, of McGiven Hall?" My mind raced, as Bill nodded. "That's the one." Bill shook his head again. "Poor Stewart. He never saw it coming." McGiven Hall was the largest wing of Lakeview Academy. It was built long before I arrived, but the ostentatious attributes of the building always led me to believe that the builder was making more of a statement about homosexuality than any other building. "Veronica McGiven...the Bitch!" Bill finally spoke again. "She ruined Stewart. Made sure he'd never teach in any school in the country!" "Bill, what does Joey McGiven have to do with my boys?" "I'm trying to tell you, damn it!" The glare from his eyes could have melted tempered steel. "He was team captain of the Tennis Team, and on his way to State Championship. That was, until Stewart caught Joey and his boyfriend in the school shower, fucking like newlyweds." Bill looked out the window again. "He expelled them both, Russell. Listed high standards and school reputations. The story would have hit the newspaper faster than any murder. Would have, that is..." Bill stopped a moment, and I could almost feel his pain. "Veronica came to me, Russell. Not Stewart, me! She said she had influence with the Board of Directors, and that if I wanted Stewart's job, I could have it. But, there would be a trade. I'd reinstate the boys, as though it were nothing more than a simple cafeteria food fight." I instantly saw where this was leading, and I didn't like it. Still I kept my mouth shut. If there were anything I could use to keep my boys from trouble, I'd use it! And this little "scandal" could be just the ticket. Bill looked up at me, and seeing my intense concentration on his story, he blurted out, "I told her to fuck off, right away! I wasn't a back-stabber. If Joey was fucking some queer, than he deserved to get kicked out of Lakeview! And I wasn't about to steal Stewart's job, either. I wanted to earn this position." I looked closer at Bill's face, and a single tear began to form. "Didn't matter what I wanted. That Bitch made it clear, that if I didn't play by her rules, Stewart's job would be the least of my worries. She knew things. Private things. Things that would make taking this job a whole lot easier than refusing." "Private things?" I knew this would be interesting. Bill lowered his head, as though he himself were a schoolboy in trouble. "Russell, I like you. I think you're an excellent teacher and a great coach. The kids look up to you." "Bill, what are you talking about? What private things? What scandal?" I was curious, but getting impatient. "Russell, I haven't been totally honest with you." He looked away from me, and my eyes never left his face, as the single tear escaped his eye. "You see, Russell, I was Joey's boyfriend." I could feel my heart race, and it took a moment for me to realize that I had stopped breathing. Bill finally looked up at me. "Veronica knew about it, and she threatened to expose me if I didn't follow her orders." "But how? How did she find out?" I was shocked. "Joey had confided in her, and she loved that boy no matter what. When she heard that Stewart had expelled the boy, she arranged for Stewart's dismissal, and my promotion. All it cost her was a new wing, which the Board was eager to get! So, you see, Russell, I didn't have a choice. I took the promotion, reinstated the boy, and continued to see him until he graduated from our school." I knew it! The whole homophobic attitude was a cover up for his homosexuality! And Bill was a Boy lover as well! I sat back in the chair, relaxing as the reality that the pressure was off of me now, began to set in. I softly smiled at Bill. "I don't see what you're smiling at. These boys on your team could be just the scandal to get me booted out of here. The McGiven's may not have the power anymore, but that doesn't mean that Bitch Veronica couldn't make another scene." "Why would she?" I asked, almost condescendingly. "These boys aren't related to her, and YOU weren't involved." Bill looked at me, and I could tell that the light in his head went on. He narrowed his eyes, looking deep into mine, trying to assess what I meant. "Look, I'll keep your secret, Bill, you can count on that. But I want my boys left on the team. You just pretend you didn't see anything in that shower today, and we'll act as if you were never in the room. The school gets a winning swim trophy, you save face, and the boys get a safe place to be who they are: boys. Deal?" I stood up and stuck out my hand, leaving Bill no choice but to shake it. --- As I closed the door of my Honda, I rested my head and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but start to laugh. All that worry; all that stress; all that agony; and I was under the protection of another boy lover the whole time! I knew that look in his eyes as I was dressing meant something! As I drove back to my apartment, I giggled gleefully, knowing that my boys were safe, and what's more, I was too. --- The rest of the week was calm and quiet. I assured my little trio that they were in no danger, but cautioned them to be careful about their "play time." When Chris and I were alone, I explained a little further about my warning, without letting on that Principal Newkirk's interest in the swim team was more than athletic. After Friday's practice, I gathered the team poolside. TWEEET! "All right, settle down!" The boys quieted. "Thank you. This is it, Gentlemen. Tomorrow we prove that Lakeview Academy is THE leader in Swimming. Reggy? You ready?" Reggy nodded his head. "Chris?" Chris nodded. And so it went, as I called out each boy's name individually. It was my way of assuring the boys that each individual is important to the team. "Whether we take first place or last tomorrow, we've already won!" The boys looked at me, some confused. "I'm already proud of you, Boys. All of you have made great advancements in your skills and abilities. I don't give a shit what happens tomorrow, because MY team has already won! You boys have shown me swimming skills that far exceed any team I've had so far! You can do this! I believe in you. You just have to believe in yourselves. So, when you're on the springboards or at the starting points, take a deep breath, relax, and pretend it's just another one of our practices. You're gonna be great! Lakeview Swim Team rules!" The boys cheered and applauded and the noise rumbled the poolroom. "All right then. Hit the showers, then go home and get some rest. Remember, light breakfast tomorrow, and we meet here at 6:30. The bus leaves promptly at 7:00, so do NOT be late!" With that, I blew my whistle, and the boys headed off to the showers, excited about tomorrow's meet. I slipped off my shoes, sat down at the edge of the pool, and stuck my feet in. As I heard the poolroom door shut behind me, I spoke out, "This is it, Russell. It's up to them now." The water felt good against my feet and ankles. "They've already won!" --- As Reggy passed by Chris in the shower, Chris quickly and casually scanned his dark body. Reggy slowed at bit, letting Chris get a good look, and the feeling of being watched made his black dick tingle. Reggy had entered puberty much earlier than the other boys, and his dark balls had begun to drop, and a thick patch of tight, curly pubic hair rested above his cock, which bounced slightly as he walked. Reggy smiled at Chris, and then said, "Good luck tomorrow, Dude. You're gonna blow them away." Chris caught himself, realizing he was now staring. "Um, yeah, you too." Chris quickly turned toward the wall, in a sloppy attempt to hide his rising boner. Reggy laughed and grabbed his soft dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Happens to me all the time!" Then he walked to the opposite end of the shower and turned on the hot water. Jake and Austin soon joined Chris, and soon after they started their shower, the last of the team had left the locker room. As Reggy turned off the water and walked back past the boys, he said, smiling, "You guys sure do take a long shower!" Then he continued to walk to the shower room door. All three boys focused on Reggy's firm black ass as it wiggled away from them. Chris felt his dick spring to full attention and he quickly turned, positioning it under the rushing water. After Reggy left, Austin said, "Man, he's such a tease. He's gotta be doing that on purpose." "Yeah, I think so too," Jake agreed, pulling on his now stiffing boy dick. Jake and Chris turned toward the steaming water, as Austin resumed his position in the middle of the two boys. All three had become rather comfortable in front of each other, and Austin casually reached down, and began jerking on both boy's now fully stiff dicks. "Oh, man, Austin, you're gonna make me shoot!" Chris moaned softly. "That's the point, isn't it?" Austin smiled back. Jake turned off his shower, and moved in behind Austin. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, as he reached down and began playing with Austin's cock. Chris could feel his balls beginning to tingle, but he didn't want this wonderful feeling to end so quickly. He lowered his body, and placed his mouth in line with Austin's dick. Austin looked down, unsure of what Chris was about to do, but wanting desperately to find out. When Chris touched his lips to Austin's dick, the electricity that shot through Austin's body almost made him cum right then. Chris moved slowly and gently, allowing Austin to get used to this new experience. "God, Chris, that feels awesome!" Austin moaned, resting his head backwards in pure delight. He stopped stroking Jake and just held his dick in his hand. "That looks like fun," Jake said, as he knelt down beside Chris, and began licking Austin's balls and around his dick. Soon, the two hungry mouths were sending waves of blissful ecstasy through Austin's dick, up his spine, and to his brain. As Chris continued to lick and suckle Austin shaft and head, Jake caressed Austin's legs, and licked his balls. And then the boys would switch, and Jake slipped the wet boy dick in between his hungry lips. "Mmmmmmm," Jake said, as the warm feeling of having his first dick in his mouth overpowered his brain. As Jake continued to suck, he stroked his own dick, enjoying the pleasure of jerking off with a mouthful of Austin's dick. "Ugh, Dude...I'm gonna blast," Austin began to say. Jake quickly let go of Austin's dick in time to feel the first hot squirt of Austin's boy cream across his face. Another white stream quickly followed and Jake closed his eyes as he tried to back away. Seeing Jake's reaction, Chris quickly engulfed the pulsing dick, milking the last of Austin's boy cum into his mouth. Jake opened his eyes and asked, "You eat it?" "Mmmmm, yeah. You wanna try?" Jake shook his head, unsure he was ready to swallow a boy's cum. Jake could feel his own mounting orgasm and he looked down at Chris who was busy cleaning up Austin's dick. "You want some more?" Jake asked, giggling. Chris surprised Jake by nodding his head. "Sure!" he said, opening his mouth in front of Jake's dick. "Dude, are you sure?" Jake asked. "Yeah, come on. Do it." Chris said, grabbing Jake's ass cheeks and slightly pulling him forward, locking Jake in place. Jake pulled faster on his young dick, begging his cum to escape. He didn't have to beg for long, for within a few moments, he could feel his balls tighten. "Dude, it's cumming." Jake warned, and Chris moved closer, wanting every drop that Jake had to offer. Austin watched in amazement, as the first shot of Jake's hot boy cream landed perfectly in Chris' mouth. Chris tilted his head and let the warm sweet cum slide down his tongue and throat. A second somewhat watery stream followed the first, and finally the last of Jake's load collected at the tip of his dick. Chris wasted no time in wrapping his lips tightly around Jake's cock, draining every precious drop, and swallowing his prize. "Oh man, Chris. That felt so good. I can't believe you did that, but I'm glad you did." Jake said, recovering from his orgasm. Chris stood and began rinsing his face. "Anytime. I like it. I really do." The boys all giggled at their fun time together, and Chris gently pulled on his still stiff dick under the rushing water. Jake and Austin finished their shower and headed out to the locker room, leaving Chris alone. That was when I entered the shower, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. "I was sure everyone was gone by now," I commented, my eyes scanning Chris' body and paying particular attention to the stiff boner he was wearing. "I guess I was wrong." "Yeah, Jake and Austin just left, but the water feels so good, I stayed." Chris smiled at me, as I took the shower next to his. For the next few minutes, Chris and I were silent. I lathered up as he continued basking under the cascading water, occasionally pulling on his dick in front of me. "Are you trying to tell me something?" I finally asked, already knowing the answer. "You wanna play?" Chris smiled, looked down and pointed his dick at me. "The other boys are gone?" I asked, quietly. Chris nodded. I turned off my water and knelt down to face that gorgeous boy cock. He knew I wanted it in my mouth from the moment I stepped into that shower. As I slipped his stiff shaft between my lips, the heat of it caressed my tongue, and I closed my mouth around it, embracing it like some life-giving power rod. "Oh yeah, Coach, you know what I fucking like!" Chris loved to swear during sex. I think it felt more powerful to him, so I didn't stop him. "Yeah, suck that dick, Coach. Mmmm...that fucking feels great!" Since I was facing away from the shower room entrance, I hadn't noticed that Jake and Austin had returned to see what was taking Chris so long. They were quiet when they came in, and decided to just watch and see what would happen. After all, Jake had already been 'told things' and I'm certain that our little play time sessions was one of them. I continued to suck on Chris' dick, like it was the last thing I would be allowed to do on Earth. And as I sucked, the sight of seeing their Coach sucking off their best friend was a little too intense for Jake and Austin. After only a few minutes, the boys had their pants pulled down their ankles and jerking off while they watched. I moved my hands around to cup Chris' ass cheeks, and brush my finger across his tight boypussy. "Mmmm, fuck yeah, Coach. Slip your finger in. Oh Fuck...mmmm!" My focus must have somewhat returned, because I heard the familiar slapping of a hand across a cock, and I carefully peeked to my right, never losing momentum on Chris' dick, to realize that I did indeed have an audience. The thought of stopping only flashed through my mind for a moment. I decided instead to give a fabulous performance. I moved one of Chris' legs onto my shoulder, and taking the hint, Chris began to fuck my mouth, faster and harder than I had anticipated. He was close, and we both knew it, and I wasn't about to let my hunger for boy cum go unsatisfied. I moved my finger faster in and out of his puckered, hairless hole, reaching for his prostrate. As soon as I brushed against it, Chris yelled out, "Fuck yeah, I'm cumming! Oh, God, swallow that cum, Coach! Fuck, yeah!" His sweet boycum exploded into my mouth. I was sure it more than he had ever cum before, and I swallowed fast, not wanting to lose a single drop. I heard Austin behind me begin to moan, as his young dick shot out another juicy load onto the shower floor. "Oh man, yeah," Jake said, no longer quiet, as he shot two short jets of boy cream next to Austin's small puddle. I kept sucking on Chris' now softening dick, and as I reached down to touch my own cock, I realized that I had unloaded my own balls without even touching my cock. I let Chris' leg slide off my shoulder, and let his soft but tasty dick slip from my lips. Then, surprising to all of us, Chris reached down and kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue inside to sample his own juice. As our embrace broke, I turned to the boys, who froze in place. "Well, you may as well come rinse off." I said, smiling at them. "Man," Jake said, tossing his clothes aside and taking the shower next to mine. "If Semis are this much fun tomorrow, we're sure to win!" All of us laughed as we finished showering. --- As we walked to my Honda, Chris' mom drove up. "Sorry I'm late," she yelled from the driver's window. "Nope, you're right on time!" Chris said smiling, as he nudged Austin in the ribs. This sent the boys into a fit of giggles again. I just loved how happy and comfortable the boys were. "Coach Frye, can I talk to you for a moment? It's about the other night at the house." My heart stopped and Chris' eyes got as big as saucers. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.