Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 14:36:49 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - chapt 15 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 15 --- Chris snuggled up close to me and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. Then, softly, he whispered, "You make me happy." --- Things quieted down in the sleepy little town of Lakeview after that night. Mr. Telater spent his first week of jail-time in the local Lakeview Police station. He was then transferred to a much larger secured facility in Grand Rapids. Mrs. Huckstin was discovered by one of the neighbors, who called 911. Despite their best efforts, the poor old lady died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. With the accumulation of my neighbor's testimony, the recollection of my phone call, and the blood evidence still on the silver bat, Mr. Telater was quickly identified as the man fleeing the apartment, as well as the accused murderer. Charlotte and Chris would be long settled into their new apartment in Florida, by the time Mr. Telater's trial date comes up. I assured Chris that if he had to testify, I'd be with him every step of the way, and that no one would ever hurt him again. Since my apartment was trashed, Charlotte invited me to move in with them, until I could find other accommodations. I never pushed the issue, but always assumed that Chris had arranged his mother's kindness. Despite my best efforts to look for another place to live, Chris and Charlotte always managed to find some excuse to keep me there. I didn't protest much, as I was beginning to feel more and more like part of the family. --- "Good morning," Chris yawned, stretching his long legs out from under the covers. "Good morning to you too," I responded, kissing him gently on the cheek. I tried to be quiet as I entered his room, but I stumbled over one of his shoes, and almost fell directly on top of him. "What time is it?" He yawned again. "5:30. You don't have to get up yet, if you don't want to, but I have to get ready for work. I just came in to see if you were sleeping okay." Chris sat up and smiled at me. "I'd sleep better if you were in the bed." "Now, Chris, don't start that again. Your mother knows how I feel about you, but that doesn't mean I need to shove it down her throat." "Mmmm, I know something you could shove down my throat!" He licked his lips provocatively, and my dick instantly responded. "No time. Gotta get to school." I quickly turned and as I was just about to leave his room, Chris threw back the covers and asked, "Are you sure you don't want a little breakfast first?" I turned to him, and my eyes instantly locked onto his morning erection. Chris had chosen to continue sleeping in the nude, and this morning's hard-on was at full attention. My dick jumped again. I glanced across at his clock radio. 5:32. "Okay, but only for a few minutes, I can't be late again." I pulled off my undershirt, and slid out of my boxer-briefs, as my hard on bounced happily free. I lay down next to Chris and as our lips met, our passionate kiss whisked us away to our own wonderful world. I felt Chris push his hard boy dick into my belly, begging me to suck him. I took my signal, and quickly moved down his body, slipping his beautiful pink dick into my mouth. "Fuck, yeah, Coach. You know what I like." He moaned softly, and I was afraid Charlotte might hear. I looked up at Chris, and released his dick, only long enough to say, "Shhhh," and then I resumed my oral task. I knew Chris wouldn't take much of my tongue bath before coating my throat with his sweet love juices, and this morning would be no exception. His breathing raced and his hips bucked, trying to somehow force even more of his throbbing cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck, Coach," he whispered through his soft moans, "I'm gonna cum." I nodded and smiled and sucked in my cheeks, milking the boy. I was quickly rewarded as he blast stream after delicious stream of his hot and mildly sweet morning cum into my mouth. I swallowed and licked and swallowed again, enjoying the fresh gift my lover was giving me. As his orgasm passed, and his breathing returned to normal, I placed a hand, palm down, on his hairless chest. Chris closed his eyes and lay back, as I gently and carefully licked my boy clean. I knew just how sensitive Chris got after he would cum, and I was careful not to torment him. As I swallowed the last few drops of my boy's milk, I looked up at him. His dick was softening; his breathing regulated, and my boy fell back asleep. I smiled to myself, reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek. "I'll give you fifteen more minutes, my love," I whispered, sliding the blanket over his naked skin. I jumped into the shower and quickly relieved the pressure that my own balls had created, and then finished bathing my body. As I exited the shower, and reached for my towel, the door flew open and Charlotte stopped cold. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Chris. I didn't mean to just walk in, but he never locks the door...so I just assumed. I'm so sorry, Russell, please forgive me." All the while, her eyes scanned my entire body. I was glad I had already jacked off in the shower, and my dick had returned to its normal soft state, but still a hefty package of eye candy. "It's not a big deal, Charlotte. We're family now, remember?" I joked as I reached for my towel, and wrapped it around my waist. Charlotte's face blushed and she turned and walked out of the bathroom. I swear I heard her whisper to herself, 'Now I see why Chris has the hots for you.' I didn't comment. For the first time, I felt a bit of jealousy from Charlotte toward her own son. --- The weeks leading to the Nationals were filled with grueling practices, and I could see marked improvement in my team, but I was concerned about Reggy's ability to focus on his distance swimming. It was almost funny how Jake assured me that Reggy would be 'stress-free and ready for anything.' The smile on Jake's face led both Chris and I to giggle to ourselves. As much as I had been feeling the pressure, I hadn't realized just how much pressure I was feeling until Monday morning. "I said would you like some tea? Jesus, Frye, where's your head?" "Huh? Oh, tea. Um, no, thanks, Bill. Not today." I tried to once again focus on the classroom paper in front of me, but the words seemed merely like scribbles, and I couldn't concentrate. "Oh, that's it!" Bill slammed the cup on the table. "I've been watching you and this team lose concentration for two weeks now. I'm getting very concerned." "Bill, I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a little over-loaded right now, and with Nationals next week..." My voice trailed off, as I tried to balance in my mind, the schedule that I was now trying to maintain. "I'm pulling you and swim team out of classes the rest of this week...no, starting today!" I looked up from my papers and my eyes met Bill's. "What? What did you just say?" "You heard me. I'll have Miss Jones write the parents, and inform their teachers. And I'll get Wentworth to cover your classes." Bill sat down next to me. "You've got the week, Russell. See if you can't bring home a National Championship to our little school, all right?" Bill didn't wait for an answer. He placed his hand on mine and then simply got up from the table and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts of confusion as to exactly what just occurred. --- That night, at dinner, the issue was raised. "Why is Mr. Newkirk pulling the boys out of class, Russell? Does he think they need that much practice?" Charlotte tipped the wine bottle, refreshing her glass. "It's not that, Charlotte. The boys...hell, ME for that matter. We're just not focused and Bill wants that championship so bad, he can taste it." "So do I!" Chris smiled at me. "Well, the only way you're gonna win that championship, Young Man, is for you to concentrate on that triple somersault." I snapped back. Chris and Charlotte both froze and looked at me. I realized I had spoken harshly. "Chris, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to beat you up. It's just that I see so much potential in you, and when you get up there, it's like you're afraid to succeed." "I'm not fucking afraid of anything!" Chris defended. "Christopher James! Language!" Charlotte glared at him. "Good! Then starting tomorrow, you should have no trouble practicing the dive." Chris put down his fork and backed up his chair. "Mom, I'm really tired. I'm going to bed. Good night." He stood up, kissed her on the cheek and took his plate into the kitchen. "Good night, Chris," I said loudly as Chris headed for the kitchen door. He turned and our eyes locked in place. He wanted so desperately at that moment to ignore my comment, but his good manners wouldn't let him. "Good night, Coach." As the door closed behind my boy, I said, "I'm sorry, Charlotte. You know I love him, but as his coach, I have to make sure he's on target," I tried to explain. Charlotte put down her napkin and turned around, insuring that we were alone. Then, turning back to me, she softly whispered, "He looks up to you, Russell. He cares more for you than his own father. You ARE his father now, and your approval is what he is working for, not some stupid championship." She grabbed her napkin and dabbed her lips again. "When he wins Olympic Gold..." she paused. "And then looks into that camera...it'll be you he waves to, not me." "Oh, now Charlotte, come on." I touched her hand and I looked into her soft but sad eyes. "Russell, promise me you'll always look out for him." I hesitated. It was a commitment I had already made to myself, but now, hearing it out loud, I wasn't sure what to say. "We're a family now, Charlotte. I'll always be here for Chris, as long as he'll let me." "That's all I can ask," she said, patting my hand and rising from the table. "Let me help you," I said, grabbing a few of the dishes off the table. --- I quietly opened the door, and the room was dark. "Are you asleep?" Chris didn't answer. I moved further in and quietly closed the door behind me. I moved closer to his bed and sat down on the edge. "Chris?" I nudged him a little. "I'm awake," he answered, his voice still pouting. "Mad at me, aren't you?" "I guess...no...I dunno. It's all so much. Maybe I'm not the Gold Winner you think I am." "Chris, I'm sorry if you think I've pushed you too hard, but I KNOW you can do this. I feel it in my bones. You're the best diver I've ever seen, and this competition is going to be a piece of cake for you! You've got the form. You've got the skills. You're ready for this." Chris turned toward me, and despite the darkness, I could feel his eyes upon me. "I hope you're right." He whispered. "I'm sorry about upsetting you at dinner. It wasn't fair to you." I placed my hand on his arm and I could feel his body heat surge through me. "I guess I kinda got upset too, Russell. I'm sorry. You were right. I am afraid of the competition. I'm afraid that I'll get up there on that stupid fucking diving board and totally freak out and then look like an idiot! I don't want to fail, Coach!" Chris lunged forward and clung to me. I hugged him tightly to my chest and began rocking a little. "It's okay to be afraid, Chris, everyone gets that way. But listen to me," I grasped his arms and held him in front of me. "You WILL succeed and you'll show those judges the hottest new diver they've ever seen, got it?" In the dark, I could faintly see him smile. "You should get some sleep. I'll come in and greet you in the morning, all right?" I was about to get up from the bed when Chris grabbed my arm. "Please don't go. Lay here for a while." "Chris, you need your sleep." "I need you more than I need sleep, Russell." He gently pulled on me and I lay down next to him. --- The next day, Chris seemed to be back to his normal, care-free, happy self. The team quickly picked up on it, and in no time at all, everyone was once again having fun with our practice. Even Reggy seemed to really turn on the power in his distance swim, marking himself a new record. The team roared as he lifted himself from the pool. "Now, that's what I'm talking about. Nice job, Reggy!" I patted him on the back, and Jake smiled up at me. I would find out later just what that smile meant. We continued practice throughout the day, and I had to admit to myself, that's Bill's idea of focusing on just the National's, was making a huge difference in our stress levels. True, we were still getting anxious about the meet, but at least it was the only thing we had to be anxious about. "All right, all right, settle down. Telater, let's see the dive!" I pointed to the high dive board. The pool area grew instantly quiet. I hadn't expressed any indication to Chris that his dive would be the 'crown jewel' of our competition, but everyone knew it, including Chris. He hesitated at the bottom of the ladder for a minute, and I was about to make some abrupt comment, when Reggy beat me to it. "Come on, Chris...kick ass like you always do!" "Yeah, come on!" the rest of the team began to chime in. "Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris!" The chanting became mesmerizing and somewhat intoxicating. Chris could feel an inner strength that he gained from his teammates, as he ascended the aluminum ladder. As he moved step by step, higher and higher to the top platform, the chanting continued, like some traditional Indian ceremony. As Chris reached the top, Reggy held out his hand, stopping the group. The silence was deafening, and Chris moved to the edge of the diving board. He inhaled deeply and pushed off, and though the entire dive lasted mere seconds, to us, it was as though the entire execution was in slow motion. Each twist and turn was smooth, graceful, and exactly as Chris had been trained. The triple somersault was textbook perfect, and as his slender, hairless body slipped into the pool, barely a ripple emerged. The team cut loose and began cheering and chanting Chris' name again. All, that is, except for Reggy. My eyes caught his, and Reggy just smiled at me, as though he knew all along, that Chris would be a star. --- "That's it, Gentleman. Hit the showers. Only two days left before the trip to Texas. We'll practice tomorrow, and then we head for Texas on Friday. See you bright and early!" I blew my whistle, and the boys headed happily to the locker room. I went to my office and sifted through the permission slips, making sure each team member was ready for the trip. All were accounted for, and since Bill had assured me earlier that day that the finances were set for the trip, I had nothing left to worry about. Once all the boys arrived on Friday for the trip, I could sit back, relax, and enjoy the fruits of our hard work and efforts. As I finished stacking the permission slips, I noticed that everyone had cleared out of the pool area. Everyone that is, except my usual troop of Chris, Jake, and Austin. As I started to scroll through the roster in my head, Reggy stuck out. I hadn't remembered seeing him leave either. I opened my office door, and sure enough, I could still hear the spray of the showers. I decided it was time for my shower anyway, so I quickly undressed, grabbed my towel, and headed for the shower room. As I entered the steamy room, my suspicions of Reggy had been confirmed, as he was kneeling in front of Jake, his face in line with Jake's crotch, and his dark arms wrapped around Jake's pale legs. I moved further in for a closer look, and then I realized that Chris was also on his knees, with his face in line with Austin's crotch. My dick instantly sprang upward as my mind quickly filled in all the blanks. The boys never heard me come in, and I selected a shower just two spaces away from the boys. I turned the water on and quickly ducked under the spray; the hot water cascading down my firm body. Reggy stopped immediately and jumped up, the fear in his eyes was almost too much. I smiled back at him, and Chris broke his embrace from Austin's stiff boy dick, only long enough to tell Reggy, "It's okay, Reg. Coach is gay, too." Reggy looked at Chris like he had lost his mind. He leaned closer to Chris and said, "Dude, you serious?" Reggy then looked back at me. "It's okay, Reggy. Your secret is safe with me. I figured you and Jake had something going on, but I didn't want to embarrass you about it." Reggy was shocked. I could tell his young mind was reeling, trying desperately to figure out how I knew. I moved closer to Reggy, and his dark eyes locked onto my body until they met the firm manhood I was holding outward. Chris decided Reggy needed a little more proof that I was okay, and moved from Austin to me, quickly engulfing the full length of my cock into his young and hungry mouth. Reggy watched, and little by little, his bright smile returned, and I could tell he was feeling more comfortable. At least the rising tower of love between his legs was certainly feeling more comfortable. Jake moved in and began playing with my balls, softly rotating and caressing them. I couldn't help but moan out loud, as my lover-boy was sucking me, and his best friend played with my nut-sack. Austin moved near us as well, and began playing with himself as he watched his friends provide a loving service to their coach. Reggy had gained all the encouragement he needed. He surprised all of us, when he walked around behind me and nestled up to my back, his now fully erect black cock pushing against my ass. Reggy only hesitated for a moment, and then thrust his man sized dick into my hole, and I winced a moment. "Easy, Reggy! I'll let you in. There's no need to jack-hammer my ass." Reggy looked down. "Sorry, Coach." He started to pull away from me, and I quickly reached around his ass, pulling him to me. I spread my legs a little, and as Chris and Jake continued to work on my throbbing dick, Reggy repositioned himself behind me, pressing his dark head into my love hole. I felt it slip inside me, and Reggy moaned. "That's it, Reggy," I said, pushing further back against him. Soon, Reggy's full length was inside me, and Jake smiled up at me. "Feels good, huh, Coach?" Jake asked. "Mmmm, yeah," I answered, already building a rhythm with Reggy. Chris and Jake backed up a little, and Chris resumed his task of pleasing Jake's hard boy dick. I smiled down at him, knowing that he loved sucking dick almost as much as I did. Within moments, Reggy had lost all awareness of his surroundings; his primary focus on fucking my ass as hard and fast as his firm body would allow him. His concern for any pain his man-sized dick was delivering was the last thing on his mind. His breathing pattern increased and he was beginning to let out deep grunts as he plowed into me deeper and deeper each time. I could feel the tip of his dick brushing my prostate, and forcing more of my clear precum to the surface. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out long, with Reggy sparking every sexual nerve in my body. I closed my eyes and tried my best to hold back the wave of passion that was building in my balls. However, the more I tried to fight the urge, the stronger it became, until finally the damn burst, and wave after glorious wave of hot cum shot from my cock, spraying the shower floor. "Cool!" Austin exclaimed, as I opened my eyes. "Oh yeah, ugh, ugh..uh..." Reggy moaned out, as the muscles around his cock squeezed against him and his own orgasm built higher and higher. Reggy quickly pulled from my ass with a loud pop, and wrapped his fingers around his wet dick, milking his load from it. "Mmmm, check it out!" He said, as the stream of cum escaped his dick head, and contrasted against his black fingers. As Reggy's breathing returned to normal, Chris looked over at him and said, "I dare you to eat it." Reggy never even hesitated, and quickly licked his fingers clean, 'ooing and ahing' through the tongue bath. The hot water quickly washed our passion down the drain, and as the boys and I left the shower room, Reggy said "We need to do that again and soon!" Everyone laughed, but also agreed. As the boys dressed, I stood and watched them. They didn't seem to mind, and there's just something about the innocence of a boy dressing that makes my dick dance. Chris knew it too, and took an extended time getting dressed, his eyes glued to the rising bulge under my towel. "I've gotta go," Reggy said, finishing the laces on his shoes. "You comin', Jake?" Jake didn't have to answer. He simply grabbed his backpack and was by Reggy's side. I watched Chris, and I could feel a hint of jealousy, but the look on his face quickly changed from jealousy to a sense of relief, knowing his best friend would be okay after he moved. Austin, Jake and Reggy left the pool area, and I sat down next to Chris, trying my best to hide the obvious erection that had resurfaced. "You okay?" I asked. "I guess so. I mean, they seem to be getting along really great. I'm happy for Jake." Chris looked down and starting tying his shoes. "But you miss him, don't you?" Chris looked up at me quickly, surprised that I could read him so well. "It's okay, Chris. I know what it feels like when your first love goes away. It's gonna be okay, I promise." I reached over and hugged him tightly to my chest. As I released him, he looked up at me. Then he reached forward and kissed me, square on the lips. I returned his passionate kiss and for a few moments, we lost ourselves in each other. That was, until I heard someone behind me clearing his throat. I quickly turned and saw Bill standing there, a satisfied smile on his face. "Bill, what are you doing here? I mean, ha ha, what can I do for you?" I stood up and tried to cover my erection, but the towel did very little to conceal it. "I hope I didn't interrupt any important conversation." He smiled down at Chris. "Were you just leaving, Mr. Telater?" Chris looked up at him, and then at me. "No, I'm giving him a ride home, Bill. What did you need?" "A word with you, Russell, if you don't mind." He turned and went to my office. "Wait here, Chris. I won't be long." I looked at him, and could tell, for the first time ever, Chris was really worried about old Iron Claw. "Hey, smile. It's okay. I love you." Chris smiled as soon as the words escaped my lips. "I love you too, Russell." I stepped into my office and moved to the chair that my clothes were sitting on. "So, what's on your mind?" I asked, sifting through my pants for my underwear. "I just got a call from Jerry Thomas. You remember him, from the Olympic Committee." Bill's eyes scanned my nearly naked body, and though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel the heat of his stare. I also heard him maneuver in his chair a few times, trying to get comfortable with his dick now stirring. "Yes, I remember him. What of it?" I had dropped a sock and bent over to pick it up, which gave Bill a clear view of my shaved ass crack. He cleared his throat again. "Yes, well, it seems that he's going to be at the National's Saturday." "Yes, I'm sure he is. And?" I turned around to see if my shirt was on my desk, and noticed Bill's erection right away. I couldn't help but notice, since he was wearing tan colored pants and a small dark wet spot had begun to form on the front. "Look, Russell, he's a friend of mine. He asked me to talk to you." "Talk to me? About?" My glaring eyes met his, and the fire in my eyes was red hot. "Russell, be realistic. This guy could make your life something special." Bill's voice softened, and I could tell that my leisurely pace of dressing was not helping reduce the blood pressure in his cock. I finally dropped the towel, and my dick bounced upward. I heard Bill quietly gasp and then hold his breath, his eyes locked onto my cock, burning the image into his mind. Without missing a beat, or acting as though dressing in front of him was any different than tying my shoes at a bus station, I slipped my white briefs up my smooth legs and over my hard on. "My life is already pretty special, Bill. And, frankly, it's none of your business." "I know, I know," Bill finally said, recovering from the vision he had waited so long to see. He licked his lips and spoke again. "This thing with Chris Telater. How long do you think it can last, Russell?" That was the button, and Bill knew it! "Get out, Bill! Get out of my fucking office!" I pointed to the door. Bill stood up. "Russell, think about it. He's barely a teenager. He'll grow up and his fancy for you will grow out of him. Then, what will you do?" My anger erupted and I yelled loud enough for Chris to hear me from the locker room. "I love Chris Telater, Bill, and I don't give a fuck what you or anyone else in this fucking town think about it! He chose me, Bill! ME! Are you listening? I'm going with him to Florida. I'm going be the father he never had. I'm going to be the lover he never had. Chris makes my life special, Bill! Not Jerry or anyone else, understand? Now, get the fuck outta here. It's late, and I'm going home!" Bill started to speak, "But....uh." He quickly dropped his head. He knew right then, that there was no getting through to me. He left my office and I slammed the door so hard, I thought sure the glass would break. I quickly dressed and slipped on my shoes. On his way out of the locker room, Bill stopped where Chris was sitting. He looked down at the boy, and then couldn't help himself. He touched Chris' shoulder. "Do you love him, Chris?" Chris looked up and suddenly old Iron Claw didn't seem so threatening anymore. "Yes, Sir." Chris answered softly. "Good Luck on Saturday, Chris. I know you're going to be great." With that, he walked out of the locker room. I had overheard the conversation, but my anger over Bill's interference in my personal life, was still looming over me like a black cloud. My erection had quickly disappeared, and with the new mood I was in, it would not return any time soon. "Ready to go home?" I asked Chris, trying to bury my anger. Chris looked at me, and then hugged me tightly. "I told him I love you, Russell." "I know, Chris. Thank you." --- When your alarm clock starts buzzing at 4 in the morning on a Saturday, the first thing you think of is how stupid you were for not shutting it off Friday night. Then, I remembered why I had left it set. I hit the 'off' button, and gathered my strength, forcing myself to leave the comfort of my temporary bed in the Texas hotel room. Clad only in my white underwear, I sauntered in to the bathroom, my morning piss hard on pointing the way like some fleshy compass. I turned on the shower, and as I waited for the steam that would bring life back to my body, I relieved the pressure of my screaming bladder. I stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to warm my skin, and wake my muscles. "Mmmmmm," I moaned softly, once again closing my eyes, and basking in the blissful existence that was my morning. My bliss would only increase in a moment. My trance was interrupted as the shower door opened, and Chris stepped inside. "Good morning," he said, the smile on his face as large as day. "Morning," I answered, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Chris stepped in closer to me, and soon the shower water was flowing over both our bodies. I began to lather my boy with soap and as my hand brushed across his young, naked ass, he moaned softly. I moved my hand upward, and Chris whispered, "Don't stop, please." He leaned backward, and pushed my hand down toward his butt once more. I looked over his shoulder and his cock was at full mast. "Chris?" "I want you to fuck me, Coach, please!" His words stirred my dick to attention, and it was no time at all before my morning erection returned. Chris rinsed the soap from his body, and then bent forward, opening his young ass to me. I didn't hesitate, and kneeled down before him, quickly burying my face into his milky cheeks. My tongue lapped across his puckered rosebud, sending shivers and moans from my lover. I poked the tip of my tongue just inside, and Chris moaned again. "Fuck me, Coach...please!" I stood up and pointed the head of my swollen cock into his hole, and though it was my plan to move into him, slow and gently, Chris had other plans. As soon as he felt the heat of my cock against his soft skin, he pushed backwards, impaling the full length of my cock into him. "Uuuuuhhhh!" Chris moaned out, as the tip of my dick found his most sensitive spot. Then, just as quickly as he had moved back, Chris moved forward, pulling me from him, and then pushed back again. Chris wanted to feel the thrust of my man meat inside him. I wrapped my hands around his soft hips. "You want it bad, don't you?" "Oh fuck yes, Coach...do it...fuck me hard!" I complied with his wish, thrusting my cock hard into him, burying my dick deep inside his love tunnel, only to pull out and push in faster and harder each time. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the sounds of Chris' soft moans, the splash of the shower water, and the slapping of my skin against his. Each time, I could feel my balls bang against his, and it was a wonderfully new sensation for Chris. I could feel his ass tighten as his dick began to spasm under me, and Chris moaned louder, but held tightly to the shower handrail, as the water quickly washed his load away. I could feel my own load burning its way up my shaft. I started to pull from my lover's ass, and Chris squeezed tighter, and backed up again, forcing me back in. I thrust forward one final time, as the first shot of my hot man cum exploded from me, dumping deep inside him. Chris could almost feel the fire of my cum inside his body, as I shot again and again, each thrust milking more of my juice from my nuts, until at last they were drained of their precious fluid. I could feel my body relax and I held onto Chris as he stood up and leaned against me. We stood under the shower for a few moments, lost in our love. After a little while, I said, "We better get going." "Do we have to?" Chris asked. "Today is your day, Chris. Everyone is counting on you. We wouldn't want to let them down, would we?" I kissed him and began bathing him again. We finished showering, dressed and headed for the banquet room where our catered breakfast would be served. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.