Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2019 18:27:37 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: high school swim team 3 High School Swim Team 3 Well, if you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction. If this offends you or is illegal to read where you live, leave. The story is the sole property of the author and may not be reprinted or reused without his written permission. If stories on Nifty give you a degree of satisfaction please consider a donation to the site: nifty.org/donate. Comments are welcome: jaskejr@hotmail.com Ok, sit back, unzip, grab some tissues and enjoy High school swim team 3 cajuncock The weekend was mostly spent naked inside my house. Sunday, I decided to take Stephen to a gay brunch. I knew that he was not old enough to drink. But like most gay places no one asked any questions when I ordered mimosas by the pitcher. It was a buffet brunch so I was sure that we'd be filled by the time I took him home. The second pitcher was my limit. I knew that the drinks were pretty weak. We talked over the food. I asked him what he'd told the swim coach? He assured me that my name was not mentioned in their discussion. I was still worried about the consequences though. I did notice quite a few heads turn to our table. The servers were all drag queens and paid particular attention to our table back in the corner. Each time Stephen went to refill his plate I couldn't help but admire his ass in his tight jeans. I had a hardon for most of the meal. He noticed and smirked at my situation. After brunch I drove us back to my house to get his things. As soon as we were inside he pinned me against the wall with his muscular body, kissing my neck and whispering how much he wanted to have one last time in my bed before going home. He told me that he needed to feel me inside of his body and that he needed to deposit one more load in me so that I'd have something to remember him by during the week. It was a no brainer. He first took off his cloths in a sexy strip tease that left me hard in my jeans. Then he moved behind me. First, removing my shirt, then my pants and boxer briefs. He pushed me to the bedroom, tossing me on my back, lifting my legs to his shoulders before plowing his inches into me. He'd learned how I like it-rough,deep,and passionate. In no time I felt the pulsing cock inside me send his load deep. I was on the very edge from the stimulation of his hard teen cock. Seeing my condition he quickly withdrew and flipped onto his back, legs around my waist to pull my weeping cock to his hole. With one lunge I bottomed out inside of his body. He moaned as he thrust against my invading tool. I looked down to see that he was hard again. Ah, to be a teen again with such a quick recovery time. He quickly got in synch with my motion. I felt my balls tighten and thrust one last time, deep. This sent my load of baby batter deep into his welcoming body. The stimulation also caused his own eruption sealing both our needs. We lay exhausted for a few minutes before dressing to leave. I drove him to within a few blocks of his place. He seemed sad to be parting. I felt the same. But reality set in and we parted. Once at home I decided to clean the towels and bed linen before preparing for the next week's classes. I was just finishing when my phone rang. Caller ID let me know that it was the young swim coach. I picked up the phone and sat down to talk. He started "I'm sorry that I might have put you in a bad situation with Stephen. He needed someone to talk to and I figured you were someone he trusted." I thought before speaking "It was ok, we had a good talk. But I think you and I need to talk face to face. If you're free I'd like you to stop by my house this afternoon." I paused waiting for his reply, then he began "Sure, I think that we have a lot to talk about. Give me your address and I'll stop by in about an hour." I gave him directions to my house and decided to chill a bottle of white wine in order to be a good host. He arrived right on time. I invited him into my den/office where I had a fire going in the wood stove. I poured the wine, waiting for him to start talking. Sipping the wine he began "I don't know how to deal with boys like Stephen, who might be gay. I figured that you having taught for so many years, might be better equiped to deal with him." He looked into my eyes as he spoke. Looking at him I saw more than confusion, maybe just a bit of need to further explain. I waited but he didn't say anything. So I asked him "What have been your experiences with gay athletes teaching and before that when you were in college. I know that times have changed a lot since I was in school." He hesitated then spoke "Yes, in college I knew quite a few guys who experimented with it. Some even were friends of mine. But with the athletes it was strictly a downlow thing, not accepted or mentioned. I must admit that I was curious as to what they got out of it or what they did." He looked down at his wine glass. He drank the last of it so I refilled it before speaking. "I supposed that you know from the school gossip that I'm gay and recently lost my partner. I made no secret of it. But I've been asked by the school administrator to stay on for another year. It seems that the Athletic director and some of the parents have requested that he try to convince me to stay on. Of course, I'm flattered. But of two minds. The parents at the last PTA were very supportive of my efforts with their boys. But the situation with Stephen makes me wonder if I should. I've been offered a blank check, so to speak. But that young man has managed to get to me. To get under my skin in a way no other has." The coach looked up to me with pity. "I knew that from the first" he continued "The boy has a way with him. He's a natural leader, much like you. I agree with the others that you should stay. If for no other reason than Stephen. I think that there is much you could teach him and the others about leadership and responsbility. In fact I've suggested that you become a sort of counselor for all of the teams. I think the idea of an all male set of homerooms with your guidance would be of a great benefit. It might even instill a sense of tolerance in the school." I was stunned! I had no idea that anyone noticed me or my efforts. We drank in silence before he spoke again. "I think that I also have much to learn from you, personally. I told you that I was curious about the gay guys I knew in college, but maybe it's a little more than that. " He paused again looking down at the floor. I didn't want to interrupt his thoughts so I remained silent, looking into the fire. Finally, he began again "I know that I don't know a lot about the gay stuff. I was brought up in a very religious home. My first encounter with gay men was in college. At first I couldn't understand why they preferred the company of other guys instead of girls. But I saw how the bond they'd formed was different, stronger. Over time I came to envy that bond. Now seeing these boys, I wonder what I'd missed." I needed to move the subject onto somethng different so I had one more comment, "Your background did not prepare you to meet or accept a different way of thinking. It's not that uncommon. Being gay, a distinct minority, makes a person look at life differently. Today gays do not face the hatred and bigotry that they did in the past. As for what we get out of it, the pleasure we give each other is primal. Some say that only a man knows how to give another man true pleasure. But now I have a career choice to make. I'd like your opinion on that." We talked over my decision that needed to be made and his views about the budding gay boys on some of the teams. Over the next 30 minutes we focused on that and not on his situation with the doubts he had. I think that he left my home more confused than when he entered. I went about my preparations for the coming week. I knew that I had to make some difficult choices and soon. I thought of the young coach and Stephen. Their futures might lay in the decisions I made. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok, for all of you who commented, that's part 3. Remember to pass a few dollars, loonies, pounds, euros, or bitcoins to nifty at nifty.org/donate