Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 13:44:54 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - chapt 2 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 2 --- "Can you spend the night?" Austin asked, as Chris put down the game controller. "I guess so. Anybody else coming over?" "Just Matthew." Austin replied, picking out another video game. Chris could feel his dick immediately stir. "I'd have to call my mom, but I'm sure it's cool." The doorbell rang as Chris hung up the phone. "My mom said it's cool." "That must be Matthew." Austin said, opening the door. "Hey." Matthew simply said as he entered the house. "Hey," the boys responded casually. "Mom? When's dinner?" Austin asked as his mother entered the kitchen. "About six, like normal. I'm making burgers so there will be plenty of food. I swear, I don't know where you boys put it all..." her voice trailed as she went about making dinner. "How about Dead or Alive again?" Matthew asked, as he took his normal seat on the floor. "Cool by me," Chris answered, casually sitting next to him. "Fine. But this time, it's you two against me." Austin said, setting up the game. As the boys played the video game, Chris would move and edge himself closer and closer to Matthew. No one seemed to notice, which was okay with Chris. The video game was not nearly as interesting as the 'game' that Chris was playing with Matthew. Just as Chris was about to inch even closer, Matthew put down his controller and stretched really wide, and then picked up his controller again. Except that Chris noticed Matthew had inched his way closer to Chris. And now, Chris could feel the heat of Matthew's naked leg against his own. Both boys were wearing shorts and Chris was thankful. Chris almost froze in his spot, hoping Matthew wouldn't decide to move away. Just then, Matthew turned and looked at Austin, making some comment about a good move on the game, and inched even closer, now touching their legs together. Chris glued his eyes to the TV, afraid that if he acknowledged their touching skin, Matthew would realize he was too close and move away. As much as Chris tried and tried, he could feel the boner in his shorts begin to push against his underwear. Chris decided he HAD to know if Matthew was doing it on purpose. So, the next time Matthew made a good play on the game, Chris nudged him in the side. "Good job," He exclaimed, almost pushing Matthew over. Matthew quickly recovered, and sat up exactly where he had sat before, again pressing their legs together. Chris was almost certain it was on purpose, but he had to know for sure. The very next move, Chris pushed Matthew again, saying, "Oh man, you suck." Matthew was pushed further out from his spot than the last time, and yet, just as Chris suspected, Matthew again returned to his spot, making sure their legs touched, even pushing slightly against Chris to confirm the connection. All the while, Austin remained clueless to the 'game' that Matthew and Chris were playing. The rest of the game went with Chris and Matthew sitting so close to each other that it was hard to tell where Chris' leg ended and Matthew's began. However, it wasn't until after dinner, that things heated up for Chris. --- "You guys don't mind crashing on the floor, do ya?" Austin said, yawning as he turned off the TV. "Nah, it's cool," Matthew quickly responded, before Chris could even answer. They said goodnight, and Austin turned out the light. Chris and Matthew lay next to each other on separate sleeping bags, but because the room was so warm, both opted to sleep on top of the sleeping bags. Chris sat up and removed his shirt, tossing it aside. He turned and saw Matthew watching him. "Kinda warm in here," he whispered, just loud enough for Matthew to hear. Matthew nodded his head, sat up, and took off his shirt. Chris lay back down and stared at the ceiling. He had slept over at Austin's house before, and knew that Austin was a heavy sleeper. Sure enough, in a matter of less than fifteen minutes, he could hear the gentle snoring sound of Austin's deep sleep. "You still awake?" Chris whispered. "Yeah. It takes me awhile to go to sleep when I'm not in my own bed." Matthew turned his head to see that Chris was still looking at the ceiling. "Yeah, me too." Matthew quietly slid across his sleeping bag, and slowly, nervously, moved his leg until it touched Chris' leg. Chris stopped breathing for a moment, and then caught his breath again when he realized he had frozen. But, he didn't dare move his leg away. He just knew Matthew was making a move on him. Matthew turned his head to Chris and whispered, "So what do you do to get to sleep?" Could Chris tell him the truth? Could he tell this cute boy that he jacked off before he went to sleep almost every night? Chris was about to make up some other lie, when Matthew pushed closer to Chris. He decided right then to tell Matthew the truth. "Well, when I can't sleep, I jack off." Chris whispered so low that it was barely audible. If Matthew freaked out, he could make up some lie about what he 'really' said. "What's that?" Matthew asked. "What's what?" Chris answered, confused. "What's 'jack off?'" "Are you serious?" Chris asked, not believing this boy didn't know. Matthew nodded his head that he was serious. "You know, playing with it," Chris said, pointing to his crotch. "You ever played with it?" Matthew shook his head. "Will you show me how?" Chris' dick instantly went hard. "You want me to show you?" Matthew nodded his head, as he started to sit up. Chris sat up and looked over at Austin's bed. Austin was still softly snoring; sound asleep. Chris slipped his shorts down, as his stiff dick pressed against the front of his underwear. Then, just as quietly, he slipped out of his underwear, freeing his now throbbing cock from its prison. The moonlight coming through the window provided just enough light and Matthew moved closer to Chris, getting a better look. "Man, your dick is a lot bigger than mine. Wanna see?" Matthew didn't wait for an answer, and in one swift movement, removed both his shorts and underwear. Matthew's soft dick was no more than 1 1/2 inches, and not a single hair anywhere. Matthew was still as fresh and clean as the day he was born, and the sight of his silky white skin made Chris' 6-incher leak. Matthew moved closer still and as their naked bodies touched, Chris closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the heat of the moment. "You ready?" Chris asked, and Matthew nodded. "First, grab your dick like this," Chris said, grabbing Matthew's soft dick between his finger and thumb. It felt good to touch Matthew's dick, and it began to grow as Chris stroked the slender shaft. "You like it?" Matthew nodded, and his young dick grew to stiff 3 inches. "Now, you try," Chris said, letting go of the boy's dick. Matthew wrapped his fingers around Chris' dick, misunderstanding Chris. He really meant to try on his own, but now that Matthew's hand was on Chris' cock, he was not about to tell the boy 'no.' "You like it?" Matthew whispered. "Mmmm, yeah, that feels great. Move up and down, like this," Chris said, wrapping his fingers around Matthew's, and showing him how to jerk off his cock. When Chris was sure Matthew had the right rhythm, he let go, and Matthew kept stroking Chris' dick. Chris reached over and resumed stroking Matthew's dick. He knew that it would only be a short time before he had to take over; as he could feel his balls begin to tingle. Chris lay back down, letting go of Matthew's stiff dick, and moved Matthew's hand away. Matthew continued to watch, as Chris grabbed his own dick and began stroking faster and faster. Matthew spread his legs a little, and tried to follow Chris' example. Chris knew he was close. "Dude, I'm gonna shoot." Matthew watched as the first blast of boy cum sprayed from Chris' dick and landed on his chest; followed by another and still another stream of the white cream. Chris' breathing slowed, and he began to rub the cum into his chest. "That was awesome," Matthew said. "Shh. Don't wake up Austin." Chris said. Matthew lay down on his sleeping bag, and after putting their underwear back on, they slowly drifted off to sleep. --- Sunday morning arrived much quicker than Chris would have liked, and Austin wakened him. "Dude, you want some breakfast or what?" "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, thanks." Chris said, rubbing his eyes. As Austin left the bedroom, Matthew bounded in, wide-awake and happy as could be. "Morning!" He said loudly. "Morning," Chris said, much softer. Matthew moved in closer to Chris, and rubbing a finger across Chris' chest, where the dried cum rested, he said, "I hope we can do that again." Matthew got up and left the room, heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Chris could feel his morning piss hard on, and knew he had to relieve his bladder. He found his shorts, and quickly put them on, and put on his shirt. In the bathroom, he quickly peed, and then removed his shirt, trying to wash his dried cum from his chest. After he finished cleaning up, he went to meet his friends in the kitchen for breakfast. "Boy, somebody sure likes to sleep late," Austin razzed him. "Sorry. I had trouble getting to sleep, and when I finally did, I guess I didn't want to get up. Something smells good." "French Toast and bacon. Have a seat, Chris, it'll be ready in a minute," Austin's mom said with a smile. "Cool, thanks." --- Monday mornings always arrive way too fast for me. As I woke to the blaring sound of my alarm clock, I wished it was Friday, so I'd have the weekend to look forward to. As I stepped into the shower, and let the hot water stream down my body, I did my best to wake up and greet the day. My short drive to the school was filled with the unimportant chatter of the morning DJ, and I was cursing myself for not liking the 'morning coffee' my co-workers always brag about. As I parked my VW Jetta in my 'Reserved for Coach Frye' space, I looked around the car to see the many sharply dressed students entering the school to start their Monday as well. It was then that I caught Chris' eye, just as entered the building. He stopped only long enough to nod his head, as his crude morning greeting, and then disappeared behind the metal and glass doors. 'See you at practice,' I thought to my self, and proceeded to gather my papers and briefcase, and head off to class. Besides the swim coach for the school, I'm also on the Athletics Committee, which oversees all the sports teams. It's a great scouting outlet, and I've recruited some of my best swimmers this way. Which is how I found Matthew. Despite his slender build, Matthew had become quite a wrestler. He was adorable in his singlet, but also quite a fierce wrestler, with only a few match losses. I recruited him for my swim team after observing his third match. He tossed about the mat against his opponent, pinning him within a minute. His arm strength is what really caught my attention, and when I offered him a spot on the swim team, he almost hugged me; he was so excited. You see, it's pretty rare at our school, to have a sixth grader on the team, but his strength has proven itself on more than one occasion. I also teach a 7th grade Social Studies course at the school, which for a fitness instructor, is pretty unusual. But then, I like to stay in touch with current events, and pass on my unique perspective to my students. "I hope all of you remembered to study this weekend, because it's POP QUIZ time!" I said as I wrote POP QUIZ on the chalkboard. The many groans from my class confirmed that studying on the weekend is not a student's favorite pass time. I was about to pass out the quiz, when I heard a knock on my door. "Yes?" I said, loud enough for the person on the outside to hear. "Coach Frye? Can I talk to you a second?" Chris said, as he entered the doorway. "All right, class, this will only take a moment. I don't normally do this, but review your notes from Friday." I directed to the class, and walked to the door, Quiz in hand. "What's up, Chris?" "I can't make practice today." He said, frowning. "What? Why not?" "Mom says she's got some big project they're working on at work, and Dad's out of town, so I've got no ride home." He seemed very upset, and I could tell he was being sincere. "Well, that's not too tough. What if I gave you a ride home after practice? Do you think that would be all right?" Chris' eyes lit up, and a smile returned to his face. "You'd do that?" "Yeah, sure, no problem. Tell you what," I said, scribbling something on one of the Quiz sheets. "Take this to Principal Stern. He'll let you call your mom and get permission. Okay?" I handed the note to Chris. "Thank, Coach. You rule!" Chris bounded away toward the Principal's Office. "Excuse me!" I said as I re-entered my classroom. "I said review, not chit-chat!" --- At 3:45 PM, the last classroom dismissal bell rang, and I quickly gathered my papers and tossed them into my briefcase. By the time I got to my office at the pool, several of the swimmers were already at poolside, dressed in their Speedos, and ready to begin practice. I blew my whistle, "Warm up with ten laps!" SPA-LASH...into the pool the boys jumped and began their laps. There are several events that we competed in, only two of which were the High Dive and the 200-meter freestyle relay. It was my job to pick out the best team members for each event. So far, Chris was my top choice for the high dive, but the team Captain, Reggy Jefferson, was still my top choice for any of the relays. His time far exceeded any of the other boys, however, Matthew proved that he was holding his own as my second choice. I returned from my office, dressed in my usual shorts and loose tank top shirt. I blew my whistle again, and the boys immediately swam to the side, pulled themselves out of the water and stood in a line up next to me. "I want to work on the 200 meter backstroke today. It's fairly new for you guys, but since we worked on the technique last week, I'd like to do some time trials, and see where we're at. Reggy, you've got the best freestyle time so far, but your backstroke is going to need some work if you're going to make any kind of showing at the semis. Okay, let's line up in teams of three and see how this runs out." The twenty-one boys I have on my swim team lined up at the deep end of the pool, ready to start the time trials. Their ages range from Matthew's 11 to Reggy's 14, and every one of them is a divine specimen of athletic ability and strength, despite their tender age. As the time trials progressed, I began to make my marks as to who would run each event. Reggy still held my first choice for 200-meter, but surprisingly, Matthew showed a level of stamina that would be very useful in the 400-meter relay. I decided to put it to the test. I chose five boys from the team: Matthew, Reggy, and three other boys. Davey, who's 12, Simon, who's 13 and Jake, who's also 12. I had been watching these three boys during the first quarter, and their speeds in the relay runs seemed to be improving. So, I figured I'd give all of them a chance to run up against Reggy in a 400-meter time trial. "It's a freestyle swim," I announced, "But the idea is to get the best time. Ready?" The boys nodded. "Set?" I blew my whistle, and off the five platforms the boys sprang and dived into the pool. The rest of the team rooted them, choosing who they thought should win. I was instantly surprised at how many were rooting for Matthew, including Chris. As I suspected, Matthew's stamina led the group, ending the 400-meter in first, with Simon a full four seconds behind him, and Reggy almost dead last. Reggy has speed, but he can only keep it up for the short runs. As Matthew pulled himself from the pool, the team surrounded him, patting him on the back and cheering. "All right, all right," I said, a proud smile on my face. "It appears we have our 400-meter lead. Congratulations, Matthew," I said, shaking his hand. "Thanks, Coach." "Okay, I have a few more time trials to run." I selected a few other team members for more tests on events and as they prepared at the end of the pool, I announced, "You guys can take a short break, then we'll get into the diving section." Almost everyone immediately turned and looked at Chris. The warmth of the blood rushing to his cheeks made him quickly turn his eyes away. After concluding my additional time trials, it was time to start diving practice. There are only six of the team members that are really good at the diving events, but I make all the boys practice the diving. I also intermix the six good ones, so that the boys have good examples to follow. We spent the rest of the afternoon working on forward flips, with only the six working extra on one to one and a half somersaults. As Chris took the springboard, a respectful silence came over the pool. Davey began to make some smart comment, and Reggy quickly stifled him, "Shut up! Chris is diving." Davey quickly clamed up and no one else dared make a sound. Chris bounced once, then again, and then twisted in mid air a full three turn somersault before diving effortlessly into the water. The boys erupted with applause and cheers, including Reggy. I blew my whistle and called Chris to the side of the pool. "What was that?" I demanded, a stern look on my face. "I...I figured I was ready for it." Chris said softly. "Ready? Chris, that was, by far," I hesitated for a moment, as all the boys looked at me, ready for me to scald Chris. "That was the best dive you've done this year! Good job!" The boys erupted in cheers again, and Chris' face grew to a wide smile. The remainder of the afternoon practice went smoothly, with the boys practicing their dives, and getting constant advice and correction for their coach. --- "That's great, Simon. Good job," I said, as I looked at my watch. "All right, that's it for today. Hit the showers, and I'll see you guys tomorrow. Remember, semis are coming up fast, and we don't have any time for goofing off, so be here on time tomorrow. Got it?" The boys nodded and began to scramble to the shower room. "Chris? Hold up," I said, grabbing his arm. "Yeah, Coach?" "You didn't tell me you'd been thinking about the triple. That was good work. You keep this up, and the semis will be a cakewalk." I patted him on the back, and he headed for the showers. Chris stripped out of his Speedos and walked into the already steamy room. "Woo hoo!" The boys hollered. "Nice dive, Chris. Yeah, Dude...awesome." As Chris made his way to an open shower, he was patted and congratulated. "You're sure to take the semis," Reggy said, as Chris stepped into the shower next to him. "I hope so." Chris said, not so sure. "Dude, trust me. Coach has taken me to the semis twice. You're in." Reggy smiled and went back to lathering his dark mocha skin. Chris had noticed Reggy in the shower room before, but this was different. Now, standing right next to him, he had a much better view of Reggy's tight, muscular body. "What?" Reggy said, noticing Chris staring at him, seemingly frozen in place. "Huh? Oh, nothing." Chris quickly darted his eyes forward, and turning his now rising dick from Reggy's view. Reggy didn't seem to notice and finishing his shower, left the shower room. Matthew came over and took the shower next to Chris. "Man, did you see Reggy's dick? I've never seen a black guy's dick before. I think it's bigger than yours." "Shut up! Somebody'll hear you." Chris kept his body turned toward the wall. "So? I don't care." Matthew said, with a certain confidence that Chris didn't share. "Just keep it down," Chris said, wishing his erection would go away. "Cool. I got a boner too," Matthew said, stepping into Chris' shower. "Man, what are you doing?" "I wanted to play some more." Matthew answered, innocently enough. "Geez, Matt, not here. Somebody will see us." "Who? Everybody's already left. Only person in here is Jake, and he's way over there." Matthew pointed to the opposite end of the steam filled shower room. Chris focused his eyes, and could barely make out the form of Jake's body, but Matthew was right, everyone else had already gone out of the shower room. "Besides, Jake don't care." Matthew informed Chris. "He thinks it's cool that we play around." "What? You told Jake?" Chris didn't have to worry about his erection anymore. The fear that raced through his body deflated his dick almost instantly. "Sure. He asked what we did the other night when you spent the night at Austin's." "And you told him about," Chris then lowered his voice, "about jacking off?" "Yeah. He said it's no big deal, he jacks off all the time." Matthew smiled, reaching down to grab hold of Chris' soft dick. As soon as Matthew's fingers wrapped around the soft flesh of Chris' boy dick, it began to rise again. Chris looked around, insuring that no one was looking in, and began stroking Matthew's dick. "Mmm, yeah. That feels good," Matthew moaned. Matthew worked Chris' cock into its full six inches of hard boy meat and began stroking it the way Chris had taught him. "Oh man, you do that so well, Matt," Chris moaned softly, as the hot water sprayed over their firm naked bodies. Chris was so far into the blissful feeling of Matthew's handjob on his cock, that he didn't hear Jake walk up behind him. He opened his eyes quickly when Jake ran his hand along Chris' naked ass. "I was sure Matthew was lying to me, but I guess you two are getting it on," Jake said, still moving his hand up and down Chris' firm cheek. "Jake, this isn't...I mean, it's just...it's no big deal...we just..." "Dude, it's cool. I just wanted to join you." Jake stepped closer, pressing his stiff dick against Chris' leg. As Chris looked down, he saw Jake's firm 5 inch cut dick pressing against his skin. Chris looked up at Jake, who was smiling at him, and had already moved his hand down to caress Matthew's small, hairless balls. With the hot water streaming down their bodies, the feel of Chris' stroking his dick, and the feel of Jake's hand massaging his balls, Matthew felt a sudden funny feeling in his gut, like he had to pee, but not peeing exactly. Chris recognized Matthew's breathing as it began to get heavier. He knew the boy was close to reaching his peak. Matthew wasn't sure if he should tell the boys to stop, but it felt so good to be played with by these two. Soon, his whole body shook, and his dick began to throb and throb. It felt so wonderful and so intense, Matthew found himself pushing his dick into Chris' hand. Almost as quickly as it rose, the feeling subsided, and his normal breathing returned. "That was awesome!" Matthew said out loud. "Pretty soon, you'll be able to shoot like I do," Chris said. "Oh yeah...mmmm...like this," Jake said, pulling on his own dick, milking the first blast of boy cum from his nuts. The spray of white cream shot across Matthew's belly and was quickly rinsed away by the shower. Jake continued to pump his cock, spraying two more shots of boy juice from his hard dick across Matthew's firm belly. Chris reached down and began jerking his own dick. He wanted to shoot his hot cum on Matthew, just like Jake had done. --- I had seen most of the team leave the shower room, get dressed and leave the pool, but I hadn't seen Chris come out. And as I thought about it, I hadn't seen Jake or Matthew either. It's not like I track every boy, but I usually make sure they get out of the pool area okay. I went to check the shower room, since I heard the water still running. It wouldn't be the first time one of these boys had left the water on. --- Chris pumped and stroked, while Jake and Matthew took turns rubbing his belly, and massaging his balls. "Oh yeah, right there, Jake." Chris said, as Jake moved under his balls, and touched his skin just behind them. Chris loved having these boys' hands all over him, and he wished right at that moment, that it would never end. Jake continued to rub Chris' sensitive skin and balls, and Matthew began to massage Chris' ass. He loved touching his own ass, and to have this boy touching it was so wonderful. "Oh man, oh God...I'm gonna shoot. I'm...gonna..." --- As I approached the shower room, the steam billowing from it was like a scene from a horror movie, except without the eerie music. But as I walked into the room, I could hear the soft moaning of one of my boys. I knew instantly what was going on. My own curiosity took the best of me, and I wandered further inside. --- "Oh, yeah, Jake...here it comes!" Chris shot his first blast, pointing his cock at Matthew's belly. Two creamy white ropes of boy juice landed perfectly on Matthew's firm belly, and began to stream down from the shower spray. A third smaller shot escaped Chris' dick, as he continued to milk the last of his orgasm. I heard Chris as he reached his peak, so I let him finish, and when silence returned to the shower room, I cleared my throat and said, "You boys ready to go home?" Jake quickly turned as Chris and Matthew froze in place. "Uh, yeah, Coach, just finishing our shower. Be right out." "Okay, let's get a move on. I'm not spending the night here." And then I turned and walked back out of the shower. As Jake turned back around, the boys began to giggle, realizing how close they came to getting caught jacking each other off. --- "Good night, Coach. See you tomorrow," Jake said with a broad smile on his face, as he and Matthew went by my office. "Good night." Chris entered my office. "I guess I'm ready to go home, too." "Okay. Let me grab my briefcase, and lock up." --- Chris was quiet on the way to his house. Despite my best efforts to strike a conversation, Chris remained quiet. "This is my house," he finally said, as he pointed to a light blue Tudor style house on the right. "Looks like mom isn't home yet." "Will you be okay by yourself?" I asked, pulling over in front of the house. "Sure. I'm home alone a lot these days." Chris hesitated for a moment. Then, our eyes met as he turned to me. "Did you wanna come in for a minute?" --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.