Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 14:47:17 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - Chapter 7 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 7 --- "Coach Frye, can I talk to you for a moment? It's about the other night at the house." My heart stopped and Chris' eyes got as big as saucers. "Well, certainly," I said, sounding confident but fearing what she wanted to say. "I noticed something the other night, when I came home. I didn't want to say this in front of Chris, because I know how embarrassing and wrong it is." She said, the smile faded from her face. "Ma'am?" "My dinner invitation." I felt my shoulders drop. It was as though a huge weight had been lifted. "I should have insisted that you stay. After all you've done for my boy." "Ma'am?" "You know; the way you two are together. I mean..." Her voice trailed off, as she looked behind her to insure that Chris wasn't listening. "Mrs. Telater, I'm not sure I'm following you." "Well, Chris just seems to respond to you. He really looks up to you, and I just wanted to thank you." "Thank me? I really didn't do anything." I wasn't sure exactly where this was leading, and I was not about to reveal my cards. "Oh, yes you have. Chris has been a completely different person since he met you. He's much more respectful at home; he's been a lot more pleasant to be around; and he gets so excited anytime we talk about the Swim Team. Even his grades are improving!" Her excitement made her voice rise, and I noticed for the first time that her voice reminded me more of singing birds than a regular person's voice. "Well, I'm not sure I can take the credit for that. Chris is a wonderful kid, and I enjoy having him on my team." I enjoyed having him between my lips too, but I didn't dare tell her that! "Look, I know it's wrong for me to even be talking to you about this. After all, he's at that tender age," she continued, nodding as though her statement made perfect sense. "Everything embarrasses him. If I ask him if he needs new underwear, it's a dramatic scene." She giggled as she spoke. "Anyways," she continued, looking down at her watch. "I have a very early flight out tomorrow." "Yes, I'm sorry for delaying you." I said, as I turned to walk to my car. "No, no. You misunderstand. I was hoping that perhaps..." She paused, as though trying to capture some grasp of bravery from the air. "You see, he's still my baby. I know I'm over-reacting, but it's what I do." She rolled her eyes in her head. "Mrs. Telater, I have no idea what you're talking about." My lack of patience was once again wearing thin. "Oh, Goodness me. You're so right. I can never just spit something out, can I? Well, I won't be home tomorrow, and I was hoping that you could pick Chris up." I started to speak and she quickly interrupted me. "Yes, yes, I know it's a huge inconvenience, and certainly not something that's expected of a Coach, but I just thought that since he seems to respond to you so well that he'd be safer with you, than walking to school so early in the morning. Lord knows kids get picked up all the time these days." She stopped suddenly, realizing that she was beginning to rattle on again. "Well, you are right. Normally, the school doesn't like it's coaches and teachers providing transportation for students, even during special events." Just then, Chris walked over, hearing the tail end of our conversation. "Could I spend the night?" The question stopped us both. "Christopher James Telater!" She spouted. "Where are your manners?" Chris bowed his head, and then looked up at me. "Well," I said, looking at Chris. "It would save me some time in the morning. That is, if it's all right with you, Mrs. Telater." She began to giggle excitedly. "Oh, my Goodness, thank you, Coach Frye. Thank you ever so. You're a dear. An absolute dear!" She quickly walked to her car and swung open the door before I could change my mind. "You must come to dinner tonight, then Chris can get his things for the Semis." "It is getting late," I started to protest. "Perhaps it would be better if we just took enough time to gather whatever Chris needs and call it a night." "Oh, Posh!" She said, waving her hand at me. "There's always time to a good meal. Just follow me now, and I'll have you on your way in no time." I could see that arguing with her would do no good, and the look on Chris' face was pure happiness. The looks on the faces of Jake and Austin, however, were more along the lines of jealousy than happiness. I followed the sparkling Mercedes to Chris' home, and the image of our Foyer escapade quickly flashed through my mind, causing a stir in my balls. I reached down, patted them gently and whispered, "Easy, Boys. Don't blow this for me." As we parked our cars, and the boys jumped out, Mrs. Telater immediately instructed Jake and Austin, so they could get 'plenty of rest.' The three of us walked into the house, and Mrs. Telater immediately went to fixing dinner for us. The whole time she prepared, she yelled at us from the kitchen. "This is gonna be great," Chris said to me, hugging me tightly. "You're going to get me in trouble!" I said to him. "No, I won't. You'll see. Everything is going to be great!" His confidence was intoxicating and I found myself buying into his enthusiasm. Dinner was a light, but wonderful arrangement of Poached Salmon in Dill Sauce, Asparagus spears, and a tossed salad. Mrs. Telater offered a nice white wine to sample, and I kindly declined. "Never before a big meet," I said. "Thank you anyway." Chris began eating so quickly, I was sure I would have to perform The Heimlich maneuver before dessert. "It's okay, Chris. You don't have to eat so fast." I said. He looked up at me, smiled, and slowed to a normal pace. "Thank you so much for dinner, Mrs. Telater. It's absolutely wonderful." "Please, call me Charlotte. And, you're welcome." "Well, Mrs. Telater...um, I mean, Charlotte, I was a bit surprised that Chris' father couldn't join us." "Oh, my Goodness, don't even get me started on that one. He's almost never home for dinner." I could tell I touched a chord, so a change in subject was in order. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?" I asked, looking at Chris. "Naw. We're ready. It'll be fun." Chris said, after swallowing down a mouthful of food. "I'm so sorry I won't be able to see it, Honey. This stupid New York trip is going to just waste my entire weekend." "Well," I said, putting down my fork. "We should get going if we're going to get a good night's rest." "I'll grab my stuff," Chris said, bounding from the table. "He sure has a lot of energy," Charlotte commented. "He's a great diver, too. If he doesn't sweep the meet, I'll be surprised." Charlotte's pride in her face matched my own. "Here's my cell number if you need anything." Charlotte produced a business card, neatly embossed with her name. "Thanks, but I'm sure he'll be fine. Thank you again for dinner. It was lovely." "You're most welcome." Chris came bounding down the stairs. "Ready!" "All right. Then we're off. Good night, Charlotte. I'll bring Chris home right after the meet." "Thank you, Coach Frye. I'm sure Chris' father will be home, so that will work out just fine." We walked to the door, and Chris quickly walked out, afraid at any moment that his sleepover plans would be cancelled. "Good night," I said again, as I walked out the door. "Good night," Charlotte said, closing the door behind her. --- The first few miles in the Honda were quiet. I finally broke the silence. "Something on your mind?" Chris responded by snuggling deep into my side and I put my arm around his shoulders. It felt so natural and comfortable to have him there, and I didn't want him to move. "Better?" I asked. He nodded. By the time we arrived at my Big Rapids apartment, Chris was sound asleep under my arm. I pulled into my parking space, hoping to the heavens that the old busy body, Mrs. Huckstin, wasn't out 'emptying her trash again.' "We're here, Chris." He woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, and realized that it wasn't a dream, he hugged me tightly. "Wow, what was that for?" "For making me feel so special!" Then he reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. --- "This one's mine," I said, opening the apartment door. Chris walked inside, and as I switched on the light, he began to look around. He stopped in front of my couch, looked up at me and said with a smile, "You're not going to make me sleep on that are you?" "Well, where else are you going to sleep?" I said, already knowing what his teenage mind was cooking up. Chris' smile quickly faded, sure I was serious. I smiled widely, and said, "Gotcha!" I showed him down the hall to my bedroom, and he tossed his bag to the side of the room. "We better get some sleep! 4:45 comes mighty fast!" I peeled off my shirt and shorts, as Chris watched with intense concentration. His eyes widened slightly as I slipped out of my underwear and pulled back the covers. "You coming in?" I never saw a boy undress so fast in my entire life. In a flash of fast moving limbs, he was naked and beside me under the covers. I switched off the light, said good night, and Chris snuggled under my arm. It felt wonderful to have someone sharing my bed, and the heat from his firm young body made my dick tingle and begin its slow and steady rise to attention. Of course, the fact that Chris was now slow caressing my chest, only added to my excitement. "Are you comfortable, Angel?" I whispered softly. "Mm, hmm," he moaned, snuggling closer to me, as though we could somehow mesh as one. Chris continued to caress my skin, as I rubbed his arm. Then, he moved closer still, and I felt his stiff cock press against my leg. He began gently humping my leg, which only made my cock twitch and leak. "You'd probably sleep better if we took care of that, don't you think?" I asked, reaching down and grasping his firm shaft. Chris inhaled deeply at the feel of my warm hand around his cock. "Yes, please." He whispered, reaching up to kiss me on the cheek. I slid my hand out from under him and gently laid him on his back. The brilliant full moon lighted the room through my open window, and a slight warm breeze made my sheers skip and prance. As I looked down into his eyes, they glistened like rare jewels, just waiting to be stolen away. "What's wrong?" Chris asked me, suddenly aware of my staring. "I think that you are the most handsome young man I have ever seen." I reached down and touched my lips to his. I began to passionate kiss Chris, my feelings of attraction for him flowing through my lips. Chris parted his lips slightly, an invitation that I would not turn down. I immediately poked my hungry tongue into his mouth, and danced with his tongue. Chris wrapped his arms around my strong shoulders, not wanting anything to break our embrace. I could feel him push up slightly with his hips, and I felt the slightest wetness at the tip of his firm dick. As much as I wanted our passionate kiss to last forever, I knew that there was another goal planned, and I was not about to let him down. I broke our embrace, and Chris let out a small whine as our lips parted. I reached in and pecked his lips once more, letting him know that I too was enjoying the attention. Slowly, meticulously, I moved down Chris' hairless pale skin. I planted small, loving kisses on his slender neck that led me naturally to his broad chest. His swimming had done wonders for his pectoral muscles, and he tensed them slightly as I ran my tongue along the outlines, and then moved teasingly to his erect nipples. As I reached his left nipple, I sucked it into my mouth and then released it with a slight popping sound. I continued to plant kisses across his chest as I moved to his right nipple, again sucking it into my hungry and skilled mouth. This time, I was not so quick to release my erect prisoner, and instead gave a little nibble to the very tip. "Oh fuck yeah, Coach. That feels awesome." His hips thrust upward again, and I knew that his dick was crying out for the attention that his nipple was receiving. I lowered myself to Chris' firm belly. Despite his young 14 years, Chris had already developed a delicious 'six-pack' and my mouth covered every inch, as though committing his muscles to memory. As I reached his naval, the finest of hairs danced across my tongue. Even when I opened my eyes, I could faintly see the treasure trail before me, but my tongue knew only too well how to treat them. I followed his fine trail to the dark bush just above his rock hard dick. As I reached it, I inhaled deeply, absorbing his wonderful aroma of shower soap and the slightest hint of boy sweat. I wrapped my fingers around his now pulsing cock, and pulled his shaft skin forward, milking the few drops of clear precum from his channel to the tip. As the small pool formed at the tip, I gingerly raked my tongue across the very tip, cleansing the precious fluid from its source. "Mmmmm," I moaned, delighting in his sweet flavor. "Oh Fuck, Coach, don't make me wait. Suck that cock, please! I want you to suck me. Please, Coach!" I ended his torment, and engulfed the full length of his teenage cock into my lusting mouth, tightly closing my lips around his base. "Ugh, fuck yeah, Coach, suck that cock. Ugh, oh..." Chris' enjoyment was clear, as was my own. Teasingly, I began to pull off of his dick, and he quickly thrust his hips forward, forcing his boyhood back into the warm crevice of my mouth. I smiled at myself. He was taking control of his enjoyment, and was not about to let me off easy. I gently caressed his smooth balls, and occasionally slipped my tongue out from under his dick, and brushed against them, sending more of his tasty precum onto my tongue. Chris began to thrust upward again, fucking my tight mouth, and I let him take control again. As I laid across my bed, the feel of the cool sheets pressed against my hard cock made me leak again, and I began humping the mattress in rhythm with Chris. Soon I could feel Chris' balls tighten, and his breathing quicken. He said not a word, but I knew he was close, and my suspicion was soon answered as the first spray of his sweet boy juice streamed across my tongue, followed by another slightly thicker stream. Chris opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Don't swallow all of it. I want to taste it." I did my best to hold his cum in my mouth, and even before he had completely recovered from his peak, Chris pulled me up to his mouth and tightly pressed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue inside. As he sucked his own sweetness from my mouth, I felt him tug on my dick. When he was satisfied that he had recovered all that he could, he lowered himself down my body, quickly taking hold of my wet dick. "Now, I want to taste yours!" he said, engulfing my cock, and sending instant shocks of electricity up my spine. I was already pretty worked up, humping my sheets, and now his warm mouth around my cock was too much. "Chris, I'm going to cum." "Mmmm," he said, locking his lips tighter around my thick shaft. "Uh, uh, it's...it's..." I could hardly breathe, let alone speak, as my hot cum raced from my excited balls, and charged through my cock to spray the back of Chris' throat. He swallowed hard, and sucked again, milking my cock. After the third jet of hot semen escaped my dick, it became too sensitive, but Chris refused to let go, and continued to milk every drop from my balls. His tongue masterly worked the bottom of my cock, as he brushed my dickhead against the roof of his mouth. I tried to pull from his grip, but he grabbed my ass cheeks, locking me to his face, sucking as though it were an air mask. My dick stayed hard, and I could feel another orgasm building. What an incredible feeling it was. I had never experienced a 'multiple orgasm' before, and this boy was bringing me to the edge of one. His oral orchestration on my cock made me wiggle and thrash about, and all the while, he kept his mouth locked onto my cock, waiting for another precious load of hot man cream. "Oh, God, Baby, I'm gonna cum again. Oh, Chris, don't stop, Babe, I'm cumin....." Another blast erupted from my cock, and although it was not as strong or as long, it was enough to finally satisfy his hungry appetite for sperm. As my breathing subsided, and my dick softened and slipped from his wet mouth, I looked down on this boy and smiled at him. It was at that moment that I realized I was in love with him. Chris swallowed again, and licked his lips, assessing if any of his precious drink has overflowed. Then, Chris crawled back up to his spot under my arm, closed his eyes, and exhaled. There were a few minutes of silence as we basked in our bliss of afterglow. As another warm breeze skated across our skin, Chris wrapped his arm across my chest and whispered, "Can I tell you something?" "You can tell me anything, Sweetheart." "Well, I think...I feel like...I think I love you, Coach." He squeezed me tightly; unsure of how I would react. My own joy was so overwhelming that I felt a tear come to my eye. "I love you too, Chris." I squeezed him close to me. "And you only have to call me 'Coach' when we're at school, okay?" Chris looked up, love and admiration in his eyes. "What do you want me to call you?" "Call me Russell. Now, get some sleep, Angel. Good night." I kissed him on the head, and he settled back down. "Good night, Russell." --- Saturday morning found us running around the apartment like two disorganized fire ants, scrambling here, and scrambling there. We made it out the door at 5:30, but not without a bit of nervousness and frustration. Despite my desires, I opted against sharing a shower, and told Chris to take a quick one while I got my things together. On the drive to the school, Chris was buzzing with excitement about today's meet. "We're gonna kick ass today, Russell. You'll see!" It was sweet to hear him use my name so lovingly. And I had to admit to myself, that my feelings for him were growing stronger. As we pulled into the parking lot, Chris grabbed my hand. "What's wrong, Chris?" Sudden fear and uncertainty entered his eyes. "What if I belly flop again?" "Don't worry, Mister! I believe in you and so does the rest of the team. Now, let's get going." I turned off the car and opened the door. I was not about to let Chris feel any fear about today's meet. "You're a great diver. I know it, the team knows it, and soon the judges will know it too." His loving smile returned, and he opened his door. Jake and Austin walked over to the car. "You guys are late," Jake said, a wicked smile on his face. "Shut the fuck up," Chris smiled back. I wasn't sure if it was some kind of code between them, but Jake seemed to instantly know the events of last night. Funny though, I didn't seem to care if he did know. I corralled the boys onto the bus, and instructed the driver that all were present and accounted for; and we were off at 6:00 AM sharp. The hour and half bus ride gave the boys plenty of time to get themselves psyched up for the meet. "All right, all right, settle down," I yelled out. TWEEET. The boys fell silent. "The Semis have been going on in this state for years, so don't think for a minute that you are going to go in there like you own the place. You're an excellent team, and you're going to do fine, but there's a few rules that we need to go over." Some of the boys moaned at the formality. "I know, I know, but it's important that you boys are prepared. First and foremost, you will not show any type of disrespect for the other teams. So, no 'booing' or any of that crap. I don't want to lose a position because some wiseass makes a snide comment. Got it? Good. There's going to be four schools competing today." I looked around the bus, and all eyes were on me. I was proud of my team, for if nothing else, my team had discipline and respect. "St. Anthony's Christian Academy of Grand Rapids; East Side Middle School of Detroit; Riverdale Middle School of Ann Arbor; and finally, Windom Middle School of Traverse City. These are the best swim teams in the state, Gentlemen, so don't think you're going against amateurs." I let that thought sink in for a moment. "There will be several events that occur today, so when you're not in the pool, you will stay in our designated area. No wanderers, understand? If I catch you outside of our area, I'LL pull you out of the competition myself." My eyes left no question that I was serious about my last statement. "What about the scouts?" Jimmy sounded off. "Good question. I'm told there will be an Olympic Scout there, but I've not confirmed that. So, swim like any one of the audience members could be a scout." I ended with a few more of the official rules and then wished them good luck. The team then roared with excitement and went back to their busy chatter. We arrived at the Mount Vista Swim Center in Saginaw, and as the driver parked our bus, all of us were at the window, amazed at the size of this place. We quickly grabbed our bags, and scrambled to the building. As we walked inside the huge glass building, we were amazed to learn that there were three full Olympic size pools in this arena. There would be several events occurring simultaneously, and judges from all over the country had been flown in for the meet. There would only be one school representing our state that would go on to the Nationals in Texas. We were given our access passes, and guided to the locker room. "This will be your designated area," the gruff old escort huffed, pointing to tiled area just off the deep end of one of the pools. "Stay behind this yellow line when you're not competing." "Yes, thank you," was all I could say. As we looked around, we noticed several hot tubs bubbling away around the arena. There were two for each pool, and our tub was at the end of our tiled area. "Awesome!" Reggy blurted out, dipping his hand into the water. HOOOOOOONK! A loud horn blared, and the bustle and noise of all the teams subsided. "Welcome to the 32nd Annual Aquatic Semi-Finals. Coaches, please ready your teams. The first events will be High Dive in Pool One; Butterfly in Pool Two; and 200 Medley Relay in Pool Three. Events start in five minutes. We'll now ask the audience to please take their seats. Thank you." The announcement stirred everyone's excitement. As I looked up into the stands, there was one gentleman that caught my eye. He nodded and smiled, and then sat down above our designated area. I quickly brushed it off as a kind admirer just showing some encouragement. I would find out shortly that it was nothing of the sort. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.