Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2003 13:40:16 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - Chapt 13 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 13 --- Just as I was about to unzip his jeans and release that gorgeous boy cock from its prison, the phone on the bar rang. The loud ringing startled both of us, and I jumped up from the couch. "Hello?" "That Olympic person was here, screaming about seeing you. He just left." David spoke softly into the phone. "Jerry? Here? Well, what did you tell him?" "I told him you already left the restaurant. But, I don't think he believed me. You better stay there for a while, Mate. I'll let you know if he comes back." David hung up the phone. As I put the receiver down, I looked at Chris. At that moment, there was nothing but love and affection in his eyes, and I just wanted to scoop him up, and take him far away from all of this. When I came back to the couch and sat next to Chris, he looked at me with a new concern on his face. "Do you have to go again?" I hugged him tightly. "No, Baby, I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you." Then, I remembered that Chris was staying the night with me. "Chris, I asked your mom if it would be okay if you spent the night with me again, and she said it was fine. Is that okay with you?" Chris snuggled in next to me. He didn't say anything, but I got my answer, just the same. The heat of the moment had passed, for now anyway, and we sat on the couch just holding each other. --- Jerry stepped on the gas, and ripped out of the parking lot of The Brass Turtle, leaving wide black tracks behind him. His mind was racing in a hundred directions and as he glanced at the time display on his clock radio, he realized that his plane would be leaving soon. He quickly turned right, narrowly missing a vehicle in the right lane, as he headed for the Telater house. He had just enough time to pay Mrs. Telater a little visit. --- "Russell?" Chris finally spoke, raising his head a little. "Yeah, Baby?" "What was it like the first time you fell in love?" "Well, in a word...magical. His name was Mark, and he was all I could ever think about." I looked down at him. "We were in the same English class together. Oh, he was so cool. Everybody liked him, and all the girls wanted to date him. He used to make up stories about how he had a girlfriend in another city. He didn't. I know, because he spent his weekends with me." The warm memories of my first boyhood love flooded my mind, and my heart ached for Mark. "So, what happened? I mean, you guys aren't together." "Well, we grew up, and Mark moved to Chicago. I never saw him again." I stopped for a moment, feeling the small lump in my throat. "I cried for a week, Chris. That's when I came out to my mom. But, only my mom, mind you. Things were different then. My dad would have killed me." "Does your dad know now?" "Well, I suppose so. He died before I graduated from high school, and I never told him the truth. But I believe, that he watches me from heaven, Chris. So, yeah, he knows." I saw Chris pondering this over in his mind. Finally, he asked, "Do you think...well, that gays go to heaven?" I hugged him tightly again. So innocent, so pure. "Of course gays go to heaven. Who do you think plants all the pretty flowers?" Chris giggled and I chuckled too. "I hope I see you in heaven. I hope we'll always be friends." With that, he snuggled into me again. --- Jerry slowed his BMW as he approached Chris' street. Darkness had fallen, and he was having trouble reading the house numbers. Finally, he came to the big white house. He looked in the driveway, but only saw Mrs. Telater's car. Jerry quickly surveyed the neighborhood, but no sign of either of my two cars. He glanced at his watch. "Damn it! This isn't over, Frye! I don't just give my heart to anyone." He shoved the car into drive and sped off for the airport. --- Chris yawned wide and I had to admit, I was feeling a bit sleepy myself. Our large meal was taking its toll, so I decided it was time for us to go. I stood up and held out my hand. "Come on. Let's go home." Chris smiled and took my hand, and I led us out the back door. As promised, my Honda was sitting there waiting for me. Chris and I jumped in, I pulled down the sun-visor (an old trick David had taught me), and there were the keys. I fired up the car, and headed back to my Big Rapids apartment. What normally took a long time, seemed like mere minutes, and we were pulling into the apartment complex. I was surprised that Mrs. Huckstin wasn't out there looking for me. I took Chris by the hand and led him to my apartment. I unlocked the door, and he walked in, as though he owned the place. I was glad to see he was feeling more and more comfortable around me. I quickly closed and locked the door, and headed for the bedroom, already unbuttoning my shirt. "Is it okay if I shower before bed?" Chris asked, letting his jeans fall to the floor. My eyes instantly glued onto his dark blue boxers, with the front fly strategically placed over his hairless balls, now giving me a clear view. I felt an all too familiar tingle in my balls, and I wanted to ravish the boy right there. I took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Would you like me to wash your back?" Chris smiled, and I turned toward the bathroom, my cock already rising. I turned on the hot water, and pointed the showerhead toward the back wall. Chris came in behind me, and as I turned to look at him, he seductively slipped off his t-shirt. As he raised his arms to slip the shirt over his head, my eyes quickly locked on the two fine patches of arm under his arms. My dick was now at full attention, pushing the fabric of my pants outward. Chris noticed my bulge, licked his lips and smiled at me. Then, just as seductively as he had done with his shirt, he slipped his hands inside the waistband of his boxers, and in one well-rehearsed move, slipped them down his hairless legs. His hard dick bounced upward, pointing at me, begging me to wrap my hungry lips around it. Steam from the shower was now pouring out of the top of the shower stall. I reached in, and turned up the cold water, cooling it down a bit. Then, Chris walked past me to enter the shower, his hand brushing against my package as he entered the shower stall. As soon as he was in, he turned, licked his lips again, and asked, "You coming in?" He didn't have to ask twice. I scurried out of my clothes and hopped into the shower stall. "Whoo...that's hot!" I screamed as the water spray hit my back, forcing me into Chris. Our stiff dicks brushed against each other, and Chris looked down to see them connect. Chris reached down and squeezed our two dicks together. "I think they like it in here." The feel of Chris' hand on my dick was almost too much, and I felt a drop of precum race to my head. "Turn around, Baby, and I'll wash your back." Chris hesitated, and then turned from me, his bright pale butt now in line with my stiff man tool. I lathered up the soap and applied it generously to his soft tender skin. I started with his shoulders and upper back, massaging and caressing his skin. The feel of his fresh young body in my hands was a dream come true. Slowly, I moved down his back, bathing my boy lovingly. As I reached the very base of his lower back, Chris inhaled deeply, anticipating where I was heading. I lathered some more soap in my hands and then placed both my hands directly on his firm sweet ass cheeks. Chris inhaled quickly and held his breath for a moment. At first, I made small circles, careful to stay outside of his boy crack. Then, as the circles became larger, I moved closer and closer to the tight crevice that was before me. The moment arrived, and I slipped a single finger into his butt crack, brushing the virgin bud. Chris shivered as though the water cascading down our bodies was ice cold. "Are you all right?" I whispered into his ear. "Mm hmm. Don't stop, Russell, please." I slipped my finger in a second time, this time brushing slower across his virgin boy pussy. I felt Chris spread his legs slightly. He wanted my attention to continue and gave me greater access to what I hungered for. I moved back a bit, allowing the water to wash the suds from his body. His skin glistened in the light, and my mouth began to water. As the suds made their way down his legs and into the drain, I knelt down, my face now in line with his perfectly formed butt. My mind was in overdrive, and I was operating on instincts alone, as I once again, laid my hands against his cheeks, and began to spread them open, exposing his rose bud to the light. It winked at me, as though inviting me in, and I honored its loving invitation. As soon as the pointed tip of my tongue touched his hole, Chris jumped a bit. Then, spreading his legs again, he lifted his right leg and placed it on my leg, opening him further to me. I ran my hungry tongue around his hairless, wrinkled hole, sending electricity racing through his young body. "Uhhhhhh," Chris moaned, urging me onward. "Do you like that?" I asked, just barely audible over the sound of the rushing water. "Mm, yes. Don't stop, Russell. That feels so fucking good." I licked his hole again, this time flicking his bud, darting it with my tongue. Then, I spread his cheeks a little further, buried my face in my lover's hot, young ass, and pushed my tongue against his love tunnel. As though it had been waiting for my arrival, it opened just slightly, enough for me to poke the tip of my tongue inside. "Oh fuck, Coach, yeah!" I poked him again, and then again. Each time, driving my wet tongue deeper into his welcoming boy hole. I leaned back, and let the hot water wash away my saliva, and pushed my middle finger against his throbbing hole. It slipped right in, as though my finger and his hot hole were made for each other. Chris moaned out loud and then uttered, "Fuck yes. God, this is so good. What are you doing back there? I fucking love it." I slipped another finger into his virgin hole, seeking his prized prostate, and as soon as my fingertip brushed the wall of it, Chris began to shiver, the intensity of his impending orgasm building to a level higher than Chris had ever felt before. Chris began rocking back and forth against my hand, desperately trying to repeat my moves. I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in, sending a shockwave of electricity through his young body. Chris was now on his tip-toes, closing his ass cheeks around my hand. "Oh, Fuck, Coach...I'm gonna shoot!" I was not about to let this boy lose his load yet. I quickly pulled my fingers out, and lovingly caressed his ass cheeks. Chris whined as I pulled them out, and even pushed backwards against me, trying to reinsert whatever magical digits had sent him into such bliss. "There's more of that, I promise. Let's finish up and go to the bed." I whispered, as I planted kisses on his cheeks and lower back. Chris turned to me, his dick now pointing at my face. He looked down and smiled at me, then shifted his hips forward. He wasn't about to let me up just yet. He brushed his slippery dick against my lips, and I naturally parted them, letting his throbbing pole slip into my mouth. "Mmmm, fuck yeah. Suck it, Coach. Suck my dick." My hunger took over, despite my other plans, and I wrapped my lips tightly around his hard shaft, licking the bottom of his dick with my tongue. "Ugh, fuck...tshhhhh...uh, huh, huh," Chris began fucking my face, as he grabbed the back of my head, securing me to his dick. I felt the tip of his cock brush the back of my throat, and I fought the reflex to gag. I relaxed as much as I could and his head slipped into the top of my throat. "I'm gonna do it, Coach, I'm gonna shoot. Uh, huh, uh...uh...uh," Each time, his voice got higher and higher, his breathing faster and faster. Again, he was on his tiptoes, when the rush of his boy juices sprayed my throat, filling my mouth with his delicious sweet ball nectar. Chris began to pull my hair, as the peak of his orgasm hit, and he pushed even further into my mouth. I did the best I could to hold on to the boy, keeping him from falling, as he pumped jet after wonderful jet of his cream into my gullet. Chris slowly began to recover, his breathing returning to normal, and was about to pull away from me, when I grabbed his ass cheeks, locking him in place, as I milked the last of his seed from his shaft, and savored his treat. "Oh...uh...oh, God...wait...it's...too," Chris quickly pulled from me, his dick escaping my oral grip with a pop. "Oh, God. I'm sorry, it was just too sensitive." I licked my lips like a satisfied cat. "Don't be sorry, you delicious lover." I kissed the front of his legs and his inner thighs, causing his half-erect dick to begin it's growth again. "I can't wait any longer," I said, quickly shutting off the water, and pulling Chris from the shower stall. With his hand in mine, I pulled Chris to my room, practically throwing the wet naked boy onto my bed. I lay between his legs, and once again slipped his hard inviting dick between my lips. Chris moaned softly and caressed my hair. I then moved down his wet crotch, licking the shower water from each of his hairless balls. As I sucked the small but perky globes into my mouth, Chris moaned again, fulfilled with wonderful pleasure. Chris lifted his knees and spread them slightly as I moved to the sensitive skin under his balls, before flicking my tongue across his puckered hole. I pushed his legs upward, almost to his shoulders, exposing his pink love tunnel to me. I dove in like a Naval Diver, flicking my tongue in and out of his sensitive ass. Chris moaned again as he held his legs upright. I sat up on the bed, the water dripping from my chest onto his legs. I reached into the nightstand and pulled a small tube of lube from it. I opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount right onto his puckered rosebud, and the cool feeling sent a new surge through his body. Then, I squeezed another blob of the slippery substance onto my raging cock. As I rubbed it across my head, another tear of precum escaped, and I mixed it with the lube. I looked up at Chris and asked, "Are you ready?" "Oh yes, Coach, fuck me with that big dick." I moved forward, and positioned the tip of my dick with his virgin hole. I was sure that I would have a battle, but although my dick is almost 7 inches long when I'm hard, it's a slender love pole, only about 3/4 of an inch thick. As soon as I touched his hole, I whispered, "Just relax, Babe." Chris followed my instruction, and as he relaxed his ass, my head slipped in. Chris inhaled deep as this new intruder entered his body. I stopped for a moment, allowing the boy to get used to the feeling of my cock in his ass. Then, slowly, carefully, I pushed in again, forcing more of my hard cock inside his hot tunnel. "Oh, God. I can't do this. I want to, but it's too big. It won't fit. Ow, oh, fuck!" I stopped again, allowing the virgin pains to give way to the blissful feelings. "You okay?" I asked again. Chris bit his bottom lip, and nodded, holding his legs higher. I pushed again, and a little more of my dick slipped inside his ass. Chris began to moan, and I could tell that his pain had passed. I pulled out a bit, and Chris wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer, refusing to let me go. For a moment, I lost my balance, and slammed the entire length of my cock deep inside him, the head of my cock, pushing against his prostate. Chris moaned out, and I felt a sudden rush of wetness between us. As I regained my balance and moved my body upward, I looked down to see another small spurt of cum leak from Chris' throbbing dick. While I held my body up on one arm, I reached down, pooling a bit of his spunk onto my fingers and bringing them to his lips. Chris slurped the creamy liquid from my fingers, licking them clean. I leaned down, nuzzled my nose against his ear and whispered, "I've wanted this for a long time, Chris. Thank you." With that, I leaned up and began to push my dick back into his hole, sliding as deep as before. Chris had adjusted to the size of my dick, and it slipped easily in and out. I developed a good rhythm and our breaths were soon joined as one. I could feel my own hot juices boiling in my balls, begging to be released, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I finally gave in. Chris reached up and began tweaking my nipples, sending a power shock of electricity directly to my balls. "Oh, Chris, yes, Babe...here it cums..." I pushed deep inside, my pubes brushing his ass, as the first stream of hot cum jetted from my dick. Two, three, four intensive waves of man cum filled my young lover's ass, until it began to leak around my dick and drip along his crack. During my final thrust, I held Chris tight, and could feel the last of my juice flow from me. Chris watched intently as the peak of my orgasm finally passed, and I began to breath again. My focus returned and I opened my eyes, and as I peered down at my lover, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. Our lips locked, and as my dick softened inside his wet ass, our tongues made their own love. --- I was wakened by the telephone, and as I turned to see what time it was, I realized, I was still inside Chris' butt crack. My soft dick has since fallen out, but the aromatic stickiness of our love still lingered in the air. "Hello?" "Don't think for a second you can replace me, you son-of-a-bitch!" I hesitated for a moment, my brain desperately seeking its library for the source of this voice. After a moment, it hit me. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.