Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 13:31:36 -0700 (PDT) From: - - Subject: Coach and Shy Kid - Part 5 After this part comes the finale. Thanks for all the emails (keep 'em coming!). I'm glad you like the stories, and it's nice to hear it. If you've utilized this site and all the thousands of free stories available, consider making a one-time donation or signing up to donate on a regular schedule. - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Coach and Shy Kid - Part 5 It's early and another day left to my own devices. I'm walking through the woods, and of course I'm headed over to see Coach. We met on the baseball field, and I told him how I was shy, nervous to change around other guys, scared to get a physical from a doctor, even too timid to take off my shirt at the beach or use a urinal. Since then, I've gotten more comfortable. I peed at a urinal. I took it all off at the doctor's. I saw Coach naked for almost 20 seconds. We even showered next to each other; of course we had bathing suits on. I had my shirt off in public. It's no big deal. It's nothing ...at least around Coach. I get to his place and go around back, up the stairs. I peer in through the glass patio door, but it's dark inside. I can't see him. I knock twice. Maybe he's not home. I've always just dropped in without any plan for what we'll do. I can see the kitchen and living room around the corner. I step back and lean over to the side to look through Coach's bedroom window. Coach is there, lying in bed. He's surrounded by a few pillows, and there's a blanket tossed off to the side. He doesn't have a shirt on, and he's just covered by a sheet. His muscular arm is exposed on one side, and his round shoulder. There's something about the back of his neck, that haircut, that really looks good on him. I guess it's pretty early for me to stop by. I should come back. But Coach starts to move a little. Maybe he was just about to get up. He's lying on his stomach and he props himself up with his hands. He's just moving a pillow around. I can't tell if he's awake. I'm leaning over a railing by the stairs to see in. As he moves, his sheet is getting pulled down by his feet. Now I can see that he's only wearing a pair of white briefs. They're pretty tight against his butt. They look painted on, with a line down the middle. I know I've seen a lot more, but there's something about this position that is different. It hits me that I must look pretty weird right now. I hope Coach doesn't have neighbors calling the cops on me. Still, I just keep looking in at Coach in bed. His arms are wrapped around a pillow, so they're up by his face, with his elbows pointing out to the side. It's like he's flexing. His arms look big, and his waist looks narrow before the fabric covering his ass. He's rolling around a little, so his butt is sticking up, and he's kind of arching his back. I'm starting to wonder why I haven't come over this early before. If I were standing there closer, I could see between his legs. The sheet is down around his ankle and twisted up. I remember how hairy his legs looked when he took off the towel in the locker room. It was so quick, but I can remember it. I don't want to fall and break my neck, so I step back to the deck. I decide to come back later. A few hours later, after I walked around to some places and just kind of hung out, I walked back up the stairs and looked in. Coach was in there with a few other people. I figured I should turn around, but I just had to come back later already. I recognize the twins from before. They're standing next to Coach, and one of them looks at me and taps Coach and points. Coach waves and smiles. He waves his hand for me to come in, so I slide open the door and walk inside. "Hey Tom!" Coach says. "How's it going?" "Okay, how are you?" I say. "We were just about to take a drive up to the lake," Coach said. Then he introduced his nephew, Dan, who was maybe two years older than me. Coach's brother-in-law was up at the lake, and Coach was going to drive Dan up to spend the weekend there. I waved hi to the group. It's easier to meet a bunch of people all at once than to meet each person. Plus, guys our age don't really shake hands or anything, and we weren't close enough to attempt any kind of high-five greeting. The twins were a year younger than me, and they had kind of red-blonde hair and some freckles but not a lot of them. Dan was kind of tall, and he had dark hair that was kind of shaggy. He looked like he played lacrosse or hockey. Those guys all kind of look alike. Coach said, "The rest of us are just going up for the day. You want to come?" I was surprised, but I didn't have anything to do. I didn't know these guys at all, but I felt like I knew Coach really well now. I realized that I was just standing there thinking about the situation and not saying anything. It seemed like 20 minutes had gone by, but I guess it was just a few seconds. "Okay," I said. It felt like an accomplishment in my head, but obviously nobody else really cared one way or the other. Coach smiled at me. "You'll love it. It's beautiful up there," Coach said. "There's a cabin and a lake. It's not too long a drive." One of the twins turns to me. "It's really cool. You can go fishing or hike in the woods. You can even go skinny-dipping!" That comment put a lump in my throat. I later learned that skinny-dipping in the lake had started fairly recently as a one-time dare with some of the guys that went up there, became a running joke and something to tease each other about getting nibbled on under the water, and then sort of a new tradition. The twins were really into it. "One thing about that," Coach said. "Some neighbors complained, and we want to be safe and keep it fun, so there are some new rules. One, you can't swim alone. Two, no diving. It's not deep enough. Three, anybody who doesn't want to, doesn't have to. Four, you have to keep something on, either a bathing suit or some shorts or just your underwear. Okay, guys?" The twins looked at each other for a second. "Underwear!" they said in unison. They were kind of rambunctious. Skinny-dipping was their thing. "If we can't go naked," one said, "we'll get close!" They were a little wild. I was nervous. Maybe I could back out, but Coach said nobody had to. They can't make me if I say no. "You don't care, right?" Coach said quietly to his nephew. "No," Dan said. "I might go right over to Adam's when we get there." "Okay, let me call your Dad and tell him we're about to leave," Coach said, and he went into the bedroom and was talking on the phone for a little while. "You've never been up to the lake before?" the twin closest to me asked. I said no. I guess he didn't think I was some weird kid who never talked to anybody. "It's cool. You'll like it," he said. After about a half-hour of me trying to fit in, we head out to the driveway. Dan put his bag in the back, but he got to sit in the front seat next to Coach. Coach said, "You can keep these two from killing each other. Sit in the middle." I sat between the twins. Our legs were touching for most of the ride. They were both wearing shorts, but I was wearing sweatpants. They were talking to each other the whole time and their arms were constantly reaching over me to shove each other. Dan was in the passenger seat and didn't say much. He played with the radio. Coach kept looking in the rear-view mirror, so we were looking at each other. Every once in a while, he'd tell the twins to settle down or make a joke or point out something as we drove by. The drive wasn't too long, maybe because I kept thinking about what if they decide to go in the lake. I looked at Coach at one point, and he was fixing his shorts, pulling and adjusting himself. It was just like how I sometimes do. Briefs get tight around your nuts. Or maybe he was sweaty. It was pretty hot that day. We finally pull up to a road in the woods and then to a driveway. I can see a log cabin near a lake, just like they described. There's a guy standing there, waving. We pull up alongside him and get out. He shakes Coach's hand, and he's yelling to ask how the drive was, and then he goes over and talks with Dan and pats him on the back. Before we can do any introductions or I can look around much, the twins run out of the truck and over to a long wooden pier. "Time to feed the fish!" they yell and run towards the water. One has his shirt pulled off. "Hold on!" Coach yells. "Remember the rules, right?" As he's talking, they're pulling off their shoes and the rest of their clothes. One is wearing bright-red Fruit of the Looms, and the other is wearing white boxers. They're skinny. They're almost naked, standing in the sun. "Okay guys," Coach's brother-in-law says, "all on the count of three?" We all look at each other, about to start a race. Coach is looking at me. I had figured the topic of skinny-dipping might come up at some point later, not immediately when we arrive. As everybody else is getting swept into it, I can feel myself just going along with the group. After all, we're gonna keep our underwear on, right? We're all nodding and start counting. I join in, and Coach puts his hand on my shoulder. "One! Two! Three!!!" In a flash, we're all running in one big herd over to the pier, kicking off our shoes and pulling our shirts off. There's unbuttoning and unzipping and bright, bare flesh coming out into view. Coach's hairy chest is next to me and his nipples underneath. Dan is stepping out of his jeans. I see his underwear, boxer briefs. His dad has his shorts down but his shoes still on. He's bigger. He's next to Coach, both in white briefs. We're all running. I kick my shoes off and let my sweats slide down my legs. Now we're all in our underwear. It looks like an underwear commercial. We run down the wooden planks of the pier and jump off the end, into the air, and down into the water. The water is cold but not freezing, just right on a day this hot. I can feel legs around my feet, kicking and swirling the water. We're splashing each other and bobbing up and down. Wet hands press against my back and my arms and my shoulders. The twins are trying to dunk each other. So is Coach and his brother. I'm in the middle. Dan is swimming backwards to the dock. He climbs up out of the water and stands on the deck, looking down at us. Water drips off his hair and down his body. His underwear clings to him and is stuck sagging down a little off one hip. He yells, "Cannonball!" and jumps up, tucking his knees in and splashing down into the water. My back slides against Coach's, and one of the twins grabs my arm. In the water, we're all sloshing against each other. We're all shouting and laughing. We swam around a little less close to each other then. Every few seconds, somebody splashed somebody. I spun my hand through the water to splash Coach. He swam up next to me, wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me under. I could feel his legs wrap around mine. We pushed off each other and swam up. We both smiled, and then the twins ganged up on Coach from behind, climbing onto him. Then this kid walks up. Dan says hi to him. Coach says, "Hey Adam!" "You guys cooling off?" Adam says. "It's pretty hot." "Yeah!" yells the twin in the red briefs, "but you gotta keep your underwear on. New rule." "Oh yeah?" Adam says. "For today at least," said Dan's dad. "Well, I never wear underwear," replies Adam, and he pulls his shorts down on one side, showing his bare hip and a little of the side of his butt. He's wearing black sweatpants that were cut off into shorts and a T-shirt from some band I didn't know. He pulls his shirt up over his head and jumps into the water in his shorts. We're all swimming around and splashing for a few minutes, and talking. After a few minutes, we all climbed up out onto the pier to take a break. We were all breathing heavy. The sun was in my eyes, and a puddle of water surrounded us, slowly soaking into the wood. I look around, and we're all barely covered, and soaking wet. "Uh oh! Somebody's got a boner!" said the twin in the red briefs, pointing at his brother. The other twin's white boxers were tented out in front and nearly transparent, especially with the sun behind him. He turns away from us. "Okay, relax," Coach says. "It happens. Just hop in the water." He slides into the lake. The twin in the red briefs looked around at everybody, just as I was starting to do. "That's a stupid rule," he said. "You can see everything anyway." He was right. I could see the outline of his penis against the wet fabric. I could see how big his balls were. I could see Coach's and his brother-in-law's. I could see the hair underneath and the line on his dick. Adam's wet sweats clung to his body with a bulge in the front and a sag at the waist, exposing a line of hair pointing down. I looked down at my waist, and could clearly see my own dick underneath the wet cotton briefs. Everybody could. I didn't feel too weird about it, though. It didn't really bother me to be on display. Maybe it was that thin layer of wet fabric to protect me from everybody's eyes. Maybe it was that all the other guys were the same. I was okay with it. The kid in the red briefs pulled them down in the back to moon us before jumping back into the water. After maybe 20 minutes of sitting on the dock and swimming in the lake, somebody says, "Hey, we don't have any towels!" We end up walking up to the house in a line, all wearing wet underwear and holding our clothes and shoes. When we get into the house, Dan's dad goes and gets a big stack of towels. We're all drying off, and I go slow, watching how everybody else is going to handle it. We've all seen it. We all have the same stuff, but still I notice that everybody takes his clothes over to his own area, turning away from the group. I guess we're not going to stand in a circle and peel off at the same time. I notice that Dan is changing under a towel. Adam just drops his sweats off and wraps a towel around himself. Everybody else is just standing around and turned away with a towel around his neck or in his hand, sliding his wet underwear off and then stepping into his shorts or sweats or pants. I decide that I'll do the same. It's quick. Nobody's looking. I peel off my wet briefs, and they go inside out and down to my ankles. For a second, maybe two, my little wet willy is out. Then I just step into my sweatpants without any underwear. I turn around and everybody's finishing getting dressed and drying his back and hair. My sweats feel a little wet against my legs and on my butt. It felt like an initiation. The railing on the porch had everybody's wet undies draped out to dry, and we got out a bunch of bread and lunch-meat to make sandwiches. We passed around paper plates and were eating chips and drinking soda. One of the twins (I couldn't tell them apart again) turned to me and said, "Tom, do you play baseball?" I looked at him a little blankly at first. "Uh, kind of... sometimes..." I said. "You should join the team!" he said. I looked back at him. I looked over at Coach. I took a sip of soda. I didn't have any reason to say no anymore. I've had my sports physical like a real jock. I've been in the locker room, and I've changed around guys. I could probably shower around other guys now. Of course, there's the actual playing baseball to think of, too. I'd get to spend even more time with Coach, and these guys were nice. "Yeah, okay," I said. I looked over at Coach. He smiled back at me. "Well, if you want to," he said, "I think I can make that happen." That was that. I was now a jock, right? I joined the team, and I was going to play. There was nothing left to fear. On the ride home, I sat in the front, and Coach whispered to me that he was glad to have me on the team. Then he rested his hand on my knee for a couple seconds before driving back. One Last Chapter to Come