Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 13:30:55 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - chapt 4 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 4 --- "Ask me what?" I said, as I came out of the shower room. "Nothing, Coach. It's a stupid idea." Chris said, elbowing Jake in the ribs. "Why don't you let me decide that? What did you want to ask me, Jake?" Jake looked embarrassed for a moment and then hung his head down to the floor. "It's my brother," he said, barely audible. "Your brother? What about him?" I asked, gently lifting the boy's chin. "He can't swim. He wants to, he really does, but he just doesn't know how." Jake's face showed a sincerity that convinced me he wasn't lying. "And?" I asked, looking at Chris. "He wants to know if you'll teach him." Chris said, matter-of-factly. "He's only nine!" Jake snapped at Chris. "Easy, Jake," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. "You'll have to get your parents permission, and I'll have to talk to Principal Newkirk about using the school pool." Jake looked into my eyes, a spark of hope appearing. "You mean you'd do it? You'd teach Brad how to swim?" A warm smile came to his face. "IF you can get permission from your parents, and IF I can get the school to let us use the pool, then yes, I'll teach him." I paused for a moment, remembering the upcoming semis. "Tell you what. I'll talk to Principal Newkirk tomorrow and you talk to your parents tonight. Then, come see me after school tomorrow. I'll let you know what we can put together." Jake began gratefully shaking my hand. "Yes, Sir. I'll do it. Thank you, Coach, thank you so much." I pulled my hand from his vigorous shaking. "Don't thank me yet. I have still have to concentrate on the semis, so I can't promise a lot of lessons." "Anything will help, Coach. Thank you so much!" Jake cried out as the two boys began to run out from the pool area. I watched as they ran out, gleeful at the prospect of Brad learning to swim under my tutelage. Frankly, I was kind of lifted that they came to me to teach this boy how to swim. Of course, my very next thought was whether or not this nine-year-old boy looked anything like his cute older brother. --- "Dad? Brad wants to learn how to swim, like me." Jake's father lowered the newspaper he was reading. "Jakey, we've been through this before. We've tried lessons before. He just isn't a swimmer." He raised his paper again. "But, Dad. I spoke with Coach today, and he's willing to teach Brad. Maybe this time will be different." Jake tapped his father's knee. Lowering the paper again, he looked into his son's face. "Please?" Jake's pouty lips and puppy-dog eyes always melted his father's heart, and he knew just how to play it up. "Now, Jakey, don't go giving me that face. I'm not giving in on this. I still have nightmares about the last time. He almost drown you know!" "He won't drown, Dad. I'll be right there with him, every day! Please, Dad, please let him try again." "Why is this so important to you? Since when do you care if he can swim?" His dad looked deep into Jake's eyes. "We live in the Great Lake State, Dad. Everybody who lives here should know how to swim. Besides, he really wants to. He keeps asking me about the swim team, and I think he'd be really good at it, as long as he had the right teacher!" Jake pouted his lips again. Jake's dad paused for a moment, looked again at Jake and asked, "How much?" Jake had him, and he knew it! Anytime Dad asked about money, it became a bargaining session, and Jake knew the game very well. "It won't cost a cent. Coach will teach him at the Academy pool. Please, Dad, please!" "All right, Jakey," his dad answered. "YES!" He shifted his fist down his side. "But the first time he freaks out, I'm holding YOU responsible!" The seriousness in Dad's eyes made Jake realize that he wasn't kidding. He would be responsible for Brad's success or failure. "You'll see. He'll be a great swimmer, just like me." Jake quickly ran upstairs to share the good news with Brad. "Hey, short shit, whatcha doin?" Jake said as he slammed open the bedroom door, finding Brad on the floor, playing with his Legos. Brad pointed to his Lego pieces as if to say, 'Duh, what's it look like, Stupid?' Jake sat on the floor next to Brad, and started putting some pieces together, in no particular order. "Chris and I talked to Coach today." Jake said, rather nonchalantly. Brad instantly froze and looked at Jake. Jake didn't say anything. "Well?" Brad yelled, pushing Jake over. "I hope your suit still fits." Jake smiled. Brad stood up and began jumping up and down. "Oh my God, this is so cool! I'm gonna be a swimmer, just like you." Then, just as suddenly as the excitement hit him, Brad's face quickly saddened. "What about dad?" Jake turned his face from Brad, teasing him a little. "Oh yeah, dad doesn't want to give you any more lessons." Brad sat back down. He wanted to cry, but not in front of Jake. Jake turned toward the boy, and seeing his face, he knew he had teased him long enough. "Dad said yes!" Brad looked up at Jake, checking to see if what he heard was right. Jake nodded. Brad threw his arms around his brother. "I love you, Jake. I knew you could do it! I just knew it! Thank you, thank you." "Hey, don't get all slobbery on me. You have to take the lessons and try not to kill yourself this time. Dad says I gotta watch out for you, or he'll kick my ass, so you better pay attention and do what Coach says. Got it?" Brad quickly nodded, his excitement flowing through his young body. "I will, I promise, Jake. Don't worry, I'm ready this time." "I hope so." Jake got up and left Brad to sit in his anxious excitement. --- "Morning, Bill," I greeted, as I poured the hot water into my teacup. "Well, well, it looks like somebody finally got some rest!" Bill patted my shoulder firm as he passed me and sat at the table opposite mine. With no other teachers in the lounge, I took this opportunity. "Bill? I wonder if I might ask a personal favor?" "That depends. If you're asking me to dinner, I already have a date!" He began laughing out loud at his own joke. I didn't think it was funny. "One of my swimmers has a younger brother in need of some swimming lessons, and he's asked me to do it." I paused for a moment letting it sink in. Bill just sat there sipping his coffee, stewing on the idea. "I was hoping to use the school pool to do the lessons. I'm not charging for it, so it's not like I'm in violation of the campus policy. I just thought it would encourage Jake, my swimmer, if I helped out his little brother." I sipped my tea. Despite my nervousness in even proposing the question to Bill, I appeared as though it was a simple request in passing. "Yeah, hell, I don't see any reason why not. After school, right?" I nodded my head. "And no charge. I don't want any muckety-mucks coming down here complaining that the school is a swim school." "No, Sir." "How we doing on preparations for the Semis? Your team ready?" "Ready and anxious to win," I said. "Excellent!" Bill put down his cup and left the lounge. That was that. I had received my permission, and it was no big deal. I hoped that Jake's parents were just as cooperative. --- At 4:15, a knock came on my office door. "Come in!" I yelled, standing up from my chair. "Hey, Coach." Chris said, smiling at me as I turned toward him. He subtly pointed down at my crotch. Brad giggled at the sight of one of my balls poking through the leg hole of my royal blue Speedos. "Oh, excuse me," I said, stuffing my nut into my suit. "This must be Brad." I said, extending my hand to shake his. "Hey, how'd you know my name?" Brad asked sternly. "I told him, Stupid," Jake nudged his ribs. "Nice to meet you, Brad. I'm Coach Frye." I shook his hand firmly, and he cautiously smiled at me. "You ready to get your first lesson?" "I...I guess so." He said, unsure that this was a good idea after all. "You're not wearing your suit." I pointed out. "You boys go get changed, and meet me at the pool. "Come on, Brad, I'll show you where." Chris said, taking the boy's hand and leading him to the lockers. As I began to turn to shut my office door, Principal Newkirk appeared. "Hello, Russell." I turned around, a little embarrassed to be standing there in nothing but my Speedos. "Hello, Bill. What brings you to the pool this late in the day." I watched his face as his eyes scanned my slender swimmer's build body. He was trying to be casual about it, but there was no question; Bill was checking me out! He caught himself locking his eyes on my package a little longer than 'acceptable.' "Oh, yes, well, I came down to see if your swimming pupil showed up for his lesson." "Yes, as a matter of fact he's changing now. We're about to go down to the pool. Would you like to watch the first lesson?" My eyes locked on his, and I casually shifted my nuts in the Speedo. His eyes quickly darted down to my bulge and then just as quickly back to my eyes. "No, no, I trust your instructing skills, Russell. Just wanted you to know you had my support on this, and to wish you good luck." He quickly turned from me, and as he turned I caught a glimpse of his rising package. I smiled at myself. 'For a homophobe, he sure likes the scenery,' I mumbled to myself. By the time I got to the pool, Chris and Jake were already in the water, splashing my new student, who was seated most cautiously on the edge of the decking. "Well, I see you boys are initiating Brad in Splashing 101!" I yelled out as I approached the water. "Now, settle down." The boys stopped splashing immediately, and Brad looked up at me with very unsure eyes. "How many times have you been for lessons before, Brad?" I asked, looking directly into his beautiful brown eyes. "How'd you know?" He responded. "I could tell. Well, it doesn't matter how many times you tried before, you're going to succeed this time. Understand?" My confident assurance was contagious, and Brad immediately sat up straighter, a wide smile replaced the worried look. "Let's get started, shall we? Go ahead, jump in!" All three boys looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Come on, the water here is always a great temperature!" I immediately dove into the water, barely missing Chris and Jake. When I surfaced near the edge of the pool, I looked up at Brad. His feet were on the edge, but he was hesitant to just jump in like I did. "Brad," I looked into his eyes again, "you're going to have to trust me if you want this to work. Jump to me." I held out my arms like a proud father waiting for his son's first steps. Brad looked at me, then at his brother, Jake who nodded, then back at me. Brad closed his eyes tight, and jumped directly into my arms. As soon as his skinny, hairless legs hit the water, he began kicking and thrusting as fast as he could. I was certain I would be kicked in the balls any second. "Easy, Tiger! You don't want to kill me, do you?" Brad settled down, and I held him tightly, my arms around his chest, allowing him to get used to the water. "You boys swim a couple laps, while I get Brad used to floating." The boys swam toward the other end of the pool, in their own personal race. I looked down at my wet and slippery boy and I smiled at him. "Are you ready to trust me?" Brad, nervous and shaking, simply nodded. I turned his body so that he was facing away from me, and then I told him to relax and lie back like he was lying on a bed. Despite his nervousness, Brad followed my instruction. With his body parallel to the water surface, I placed my hands under him, one supporting his back, and one strategically placed under his butt. "Just close your eyes and relax, Brad. You're going to learn to float your body on the water." Brad looked at me and then, cautiously and slowly, he closed his eyes, and I could feel his breathing slow. I cupped my hand under his butt, and was enjoying the feel of his firm cheeks in my hand. "That's good. I'm going to let go now," I started to say and Brad opened his eyes immediately, his breathing increased and the sheer look of fear widened in his eyes. "Easy, Tiger. You're not going to drown. I'll be right here. Relax now, keep your butt up. You can do it." Brad closed his eyes again, and his breathing returned to normal. When I thought he was ready, I lowered, just slightly my left hand from his back. "Just float, and keep your body up. That's it, you're doing great." I lowered my right hand and his butt followed my hand. "Keep your butt up." Brad immediately raised his butt. Each time his butt touched my hand, I reminded his to raise it again. After only a few minutes of this exercise, Brad was floating. By now, Chris and Jake had gathered around us, observing Brad's first lesson with great interest. "You're doing great, Brad," I spoke softly. "Now, in a moment, I'm going to tell you to open your eyes. Just stay floating. Okay?" "Uh huh," he responded. "Good. Here we go. Now, I'm right beside you, so just relax. Okay now, open your eyes." Brad opened his eyes just as slowly as he had shut them, but remained floating. As he realized that I was no longer supporting him, he smiled widely. "Good job, Brad!" Jake yelled out. The boys began clapping for Brad. "Good job is right! Okay, let's get you to the side of the pool. We're going to practice kicking." I lowered Brad's body back into the water, and he clung to me tightly. His slippery skin against my own made my balls tingle, and I was glad my lower half was under water. "Okay, grab the edge and hang on tight." Brad once again followed my instruction. "Good. Now lift your legs," I said, as I pulled his legs upward. "Now kick as hard as you can. Let's see if you can make this a whirlpool." I chuckled and Brad giggled. He started kicking but not as strong as I wanted. "Let's show him how, Boys." I said as I grabbed the side of the pool, next to Brad. Chris and Jake also grabbed the side, and the three of us began kicking water like the blades of a paddleboat. In almost no time, we had the pool water churning and gurgling around Brad's body. "Come on, Brad, kick like we are." Brad lifted his legs and kicked like he never kicked before, splashing water everywhere. "Yes, that's it. Keep going!" --- For the next hour, Chris, Jake and I participated in Brad's first swimming lesson, and the time seemed to rush by us. Fortunately, the large clock on the wall never steams up, and I happen to catch a glance at it in the corner of my eye. "Well, that's it for today, Brad. You did very well. How do you feel?" "This was lots more fun than my last swim teacher. All she did was yell at you. Thank you," Brad said, hugging me in the water. That was it. My dick sprung into full attention, stretching the thin fabric of my Speedos to capacity. "You're welcome," I chuckled at the boy. "You boys go get showered and dressed. I'm certain your mom will be here soon to pick you up." "I was kinda hoping," Chris spoke up. "That you could take us home. Is that okay?" I looked at Chris, a little surprised. Well, admittedly, I wasn't all that surprised. Chris had showed me that he knew just how to work things, and he was working me as well. "Fine," I finally said. "Shower and change, and let's get moving. I'm starving and it's past my dinner time." I winked at Brad, who smiled back. The boys jumped out of the pool and I watched them head to the shower, which only made my dick throb even more. Their tightly packed ass cheeks wiggled in their blue and green Speedos that left very little to the imagination. Suddenly Chris stopped and turned back to me. "You coming?" Here it was, the moment of truth. Chris knew that I always showered after swimming, to remove the chlorine from my body, and I made my swim team do the same thing. It became a natural part of practice. "Well?" Chris grew impatient. "Yes, yes, I'm coming. You boys go ahead, I'm going to kill the lights in here." It was a brilliant excuse really. It would give my dick time to settle down. At least, that's what I hoped. The boys continued their walk to the shower, as I lifted myself from the water. "Go down, damn it!" I cursed my cock, as I walked to the light panel. Finally, as the last of the lights went out, I could feel my dick beginning to soften. I could shower without making a scene. I walked to the shower room and heard the boys laughing and carrying on about the swim lessons. As I stepped in and saw their naked bodies under the streaming hot water, I felt my dick jump. It was too late. I was going to end up showering with a full on erection, and there was nothing I could do about it. I stepped forward, slipped my thumbs into my waistband and looked up to see if I had an audience. Chris was the only one watching, and rather casually. I quickly slid the Hawaiian patterned suit from my body, as my hard cock slapped up against my belly. I chose a shower at the opposing end from the boys, and turned on the water, waiting a moment for it to heat up. As I looked back over at the boys, it was clear that all three were casting their attention on me and my obvious hard on. I turned toward the wall, blocking their view, which only sparked their interest further, rather than deterring them. Brad began to giggle, and Jake quickly jabbed him, "Shut up, Doofus!" "You boys should finish up and get dressed. I won't be long." I said, trying to regain command of the situation. The boys quickly rinsed off, and as each one marched past me, their eyes glued to my body, I could feel the heat of their stares, which made my dick ache to be touched. As soon as I was sure they were in the locker room, I grabbed my stiff cock and pulled it as hard as I could, begging my balls to relieve the built up pressure. I cupped my nuts with my left hand, and kept stroking faster and faster with my right hand, pulling my shaft skin over my dickhead, as though I were still uncircumcised. I could feel my breathing grow heavy, and small subtle moans escaped my lips. The image of those boys in the shower played over and over in my mind's eye, and in almost no time, I was painting the wall of the shower with my man cum! As I milked the last of my cum from my dick, I quickly lathered up and rinsed the evidence of my lust down the drain. When I came from the shower room, a towel wrapped around my waist, the boys were dressed, seated on one of the benches waiting for me. "We'll go in just a minute, Boys." They smiled and nodded, and went back to talking about the latest video game. --- We climbed into my beat up Honda, and I was grateful that swimmer's are so slender. It was not a long drive to Chris' neighborhood, but long enough to allow Jake, the bravest of the group, to pose the question. "Are you gay?" He just blurted out and a sudden silence fell over the car. I pulled off the side of the road and slammed hard on the brakes, practically sending Brad sailing from the back seat. "Geez. I guess that answers that question." Jake said, looking at me. "Whatever would make you think I was gay?" I asked Jake, as I glared hard at Chris, seated next to me. Chris simply smiled and then looked forward. "It's cool, Coach," Jake said and then paused, "Because I think I'm gay too." I looked at Jake, gauging his sincerity, and then looked at Chris for confirmation. Chris simply smiled again, nodded his head, and then placed his hand on my leg. "Chris told me stuff," Jake continued. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Now I could feel the heat of my blood rushing to my face. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.