Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2003 14:41:49 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - cptr 8 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 8 --- 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. The events started and the first team member from our school to compete was Reggy in the 200 meter. I walked up to Reggy, patted him on the back and said assuringly, "You're going to be great." Reggy smiled at me, "Thanks, Coach." He dropped his towel, and wiggled his gorgeous black butt over to Pool Three. I stood in the "officials area" to watch the event, and as the skinny boys lined up on the platforms to start the race, I said a silent prayer. There was no doubt in my mind that Reggy was the perfect athlete for this event, but I would have rubbed Buddha's Belly for good luck, if there had been one there! CHIRP! The boys shot into the pool like they were made for it, and Reggy along with one of the St. Anthony's boys were in the lead, and it looked like it would stay that way. But then, just like he always does, Reggy pushed his body, and gained the lead taking the win. The crowd near Pool Three was on its feet, cheering and applauding. I looked up in time to see and hear Reggy's dad yell, "That's my boy!" Reggy waved up at his parents with a big smile on his face. Then, he came over to me and hugged me tightly. "Great job, Reggy! I knew you'd win it." I patted his back, and wrapped his towel around him. I was just returning to our area, when the High Dive event was called, and it was time for Chris to shine. The whole team cheered him on, and as he walked from our area to the ladder, I glanced up at the crowd. The same gentleman whose eye I had caught earlier was now at the railing of the stands. He nodded again, smiled and then turned his attention to Chris. Chris climbed the steps and as he reached the top, looked down at me with nervous eyes. I met his eyes and smiled at him encouragingly. He smiled, regained his confidence, and ran for the end of the board. He sprung once, did a forward somersault with a half twist, and slipped headfirst into the pool, barely rippling the water. The crowd roared and my team burst into excited applause. As Chris surfaced and swam to the pool edge, the wide smile on his face illustrated that he knew he had done well. His marks began to come in. 9.0 9.3 9.0 9.8 8.6 Earned rank: 9.14 The last mark drew a moaning hiss from the crowd. I wrapped a towel around Chris, and he looked upset by the marks. "Not to worry. There are still two more dives, and you've set the bar for everyone else." Chris made his way into our area, and as he slipped into the Jacuzzi tub, Jake was already inside it. They rubbed their legs together, unseen by anyone outside. "You did awesome," Jake said, smiling at him. "We'll see, I guess." Chris was not as sure as the rest of us. --- The events continued through the day, and as it came time for Chris' final dive, he was secured in second place, behind an Asian boy from East Side. The Asian boy went first, and completed a triple somersault, which earned him a solid 9.7. It was going to be a very hard score to beat. It was Chris' turn, and as he started to stand up, he quickly sat back down. "What's up, Mister?" I said, leaning down to eye level. "I can't do it. It's impossible to beat that score. There's no point!" His face frowned and the worry and sadness enveloped his face. "Hey! Now you listen to me. There isn't a single competitor here with more ambition, more talent, or more likelihood to be an Olympic contender than you! So, get your skinny ass up there, and show me the same brilliancy that you show me at every practice!" I stood Chris up, and gently pushed him in the direction of the high dive ladder. Our team cheered, "Go, Chris!" Chris looked back at all the support, smiled his devilish smile, and practically ran to the ladder. A respectful hush fell on the crowd, and even the Asian boy was watching with keen interest. I looked into the stands and my mystery guest was once again at the rail, making notes on a clipboard. "Fuck!" I said out loud. I knew in that instant that he just had to be an Olympic Scout. I looked up at Chris who was at the end of the dive board. He ran, bounced and executed an absolutely perfect triple somersault before slipping gracefully into the pool. The roar of the crowd as they jumped from their seats made the windows vibrate. Observers and participants from the other pools were now looking our direction, assessing the fury. It was difficult to hear the announcer, as the crowd was still applauding and roaring as the scores came in. Chris had just come over to me as the first score lit up on the scoreboard. I held Chris tightly, and then turned him to see his scores. 10.0 9.8 9.9 10.0 10.0 Earned rank: 9.94 My entire team was on its feet, racing to Chris and I. It was the highest mark of the day! My eye caught the man at the railing as he smiled down at me. Then, with a simple nod, he left the arena. I didn't see him the rest of the event. My attention was then turned toward the East Side coach. He was screaming at the Asian boy so hard that his face was blood red. I instantly felt horrible for the boy. What kind of encouragement is that? My question was soon answered as two of the event officials approached the coach, and judging by the look on the coach's face, had quickly instructed him to calm down or be disqualified. The Asian boy was last in the dive events, and as he passed our area toward the ladder, Chris yelled out sincerely, "Good Luck." The boy stopped for a moment, and Chris smiled and nodded. The boy smiled back, as though he had found some encouragement in Chris' words. My heart melted at Chris' sportsmanship. I was never so proud of him as I was at that precise moment. The Asian boy took his dive and waited with his team for his scores. His coach was still red in the face, and stood there, arms crossed, waiting for the inevitable. I could tell the poor boy just wanted to crawl under the benches and disappear. The dive was good, but wasn't perfect. And unfortunately for him, the judges agreed. 8.0 8.3 9.2 8.7 8.4 Earned rank: 8.52 The announcer attempted to make the announcement that Chris had taken First Place, but the roar of the crowd was once again too loud. What happened next didn't surprise me in the least, but pissed off the East Side Coach so much, that he had to be escorted out of the arena. Chris wrapped a towel around his waist, walked over to the East Side seating area, tapped the Asian boy on the shoulder and said, "You did great. Thanks for the touch competition!" And then, Chris extended his hand. The Asian boy smiled wide. "Thanks. You earned it. It was an awesome dive." "I'm Chris." "I'm Kiyogo. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you, Kiyogo. Maybe we'll see each other around." With that, Chris turned and headed back to our area, Kiyogo's eyes on him the whole time. --- "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please." The loud speaker rang clear. The crowd quieted and the teams listened closely. "The final totals have been recorded and I'm going to announce the ranks. Before I do, I want to tell you that this has been the closest Semi-Finals we've seen at this arena. All of you should be very proud of your performances today." Chris looked at me and I simply nodded assurance. "As you know, there is only one school that will be attending the National Finals in Houston, Texas." There was a pause. "All right, here are the results." At that moment, you could have heard a feather drop on the water. "In third place at this year's event...St. Anthony's Christian Academy!" The audience applauded, and the coach went up to retrieve his trophy. He held up the trophy and the audience applauded again, and he returned to his area. "In second place...East Side Middle School!" Since their coach had been escorted out of the building, the team captain claimed the trophy. As he returned to his area, Chris and Kiyogo exchanged another set of smiling glances. The crowd went silent again. "And finally, the moment you've all been waiting for. This year's Semi-Final winner, and competitor at the National Finals is...." The microphone went dead, and although we could see his lips moving, the announcer could not be heard. A couple of event officials quickly scrambled to the booth, attempting to fix the loudspeaker with no luck. "Just tell us who won!" Someone from Windom screamed out. The announcer left the booth and came to the railing, placed his hands to his face in a megaphone formation and yelled out, "The winner is Lakeview Academy!" The crowd was once again on its feet. It was confirmation of what we already felt in our hearts. My boys were going to Texas, and this year a shot at National Championship! I hugged my boys tightly; showing every one of them unbound affection. I didn't care who saw; we had won. The crowd began to disperse, and the boys headed for the showers. There were cheers and hurrahs, as the boys quickly showered. I stayed with my team, since all five schools shared the crowding shower room. I caught up with the coach from St. Anthony's and we briskly shook hands. "Excellent team this year, Russell!" The coach briskly shook my hand. "Thanks, John. Your team did a great job too. I wish they had let the top three go. It would have been nice to see a familiar face there!" John chuckled and then went over to the area where his team was dressing. I found a cozy spot near my boys, and waited as they showered and got dressed. As usual, my boy Chris was lounging in the shower room, and I was hoping that he hadn't decided to exercise his 'play time' here. --- "That was a spectacular dive," Kiyogo said, reaching in front of Chris for some soap. "Thanks. You too. I didn't agree with the judges' scores on you. I thought it was cool." Chris quickly scanned Kiyogo's naked body, before returning his focus to the smiling face that was smiling back at him. "It's okay. There's always next year." Kiyogo reached across again, this time accidentally brushing Chris' chest as he pulled back. "Oh, excuse me," Kiyogo said shyly. "No problem," Chris said, again scanning the Asian boy's firm and hairless body. Chris was about to reach out and touch the boy when the East Side team captain called into the shower room, "Kiyogo, let's go...the bus is leaving!" Kiyogo's smile faded. "I wish I had more time." Then he reached over, gave Chris a gentle kiss on the cheek and ran out of the shower, almost slipping on the wet floor. The kiss caused Chris' dick to rise to full attention, and he quickly directed it under the rushing steamy water. --- I started to get concerned that Chris was taking too long, so I approached the shower door way in time to be practically run over by Kiyogo, his stiff dick pointing his way out. "Please excuse me," he said, bowing slightly, and then continuing to run into the locker area, not even waiting for an answer from me. "Chris, let's go," I yelled into the shower room. "I'll be right there!" Chris yelled back. Our school was the last to board the buses, and as the boys settled into their seats, Chris seated comfortably next to me, the driver closed the door, started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Once again on the freeway, I decided it was time to make my congratulatory speech. "Well, Gentlemen, I must say," I started as the boys settled down. "I never doubted it for a minute. I knew this team would take us to the Nationals!" The boys roared and cheered. "It was an entire team effort. I was impressed by every one of you. I want you to know," I paused a moment, the knot forming in my throat, "that I'm very proud of you. You are by far the best swim team I have ever had the pleasure of coaching!" The boys burst into applause and cheers again. And that is when Reggy stood up. "All right, all right, quiet down! I have an announcement as well." The boys quieted and I looked at him strangely as he began to speak. "Coach Frye, on behalf of the team, I want to say thanks. You've been there for us, pushed us when we needed it, directed us and taught us how to be winners. Everybody knows that if it wasn't for you, we never would have made it to the Semis. And now we're going to Nationals!" The boys cheered again. "You rule, Coach! Thanks!" I could feel the tear of joy forming in my eye, and as hard as I fought it back, it stuck there, reminding me of my emotions. The bus ride home was wild and loud and the boys never once settled down. I felt bad for the driver, but knew by the smile on his face, that he was used to this kind of volume. That, or the poor man was deaf as a stump. I didn't bother asking. --- We arrived back at the school at 8:30. We were tired, drained, and hungry. When we pulled into the long driveway of Lakeview Academy, I was surprised that the lights were on. I was further surprised as we pulled into the parking lot. There, under 10 or so canopies, was a catered meal, balloons, and almost all the parents and siblings of the swim team. As I was the first to exit the bus, I was quickly greeted at the door. "Congratulations, Russell! I knew your team would win!" Bill shook my hand vigorously, while patting me on the back with his free hand. "Well, come on, come on, we've been waiting for you." The boys exited the bus to a full spread of turkey slices, ham slices, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, salads, vegetable side dishes, and the pies de resistance, a two and half sheet cake with the words 'Lakeview Academy Nationalists' scrolled in blue icing across it. "Bill, I don't understand. How'd you find out so quickly?" Bill smiled and pointed at Reggy's father, who was now hugging his boy so tightly, I thought sure he would choke the boy. "Jack took his cell phone. As soon as Reggy finished first, he called here, and kept us posted the rest of the day." "Thanks, Bill. This means a lot!" I shook his hand again, and for the first time ever, I saw a new brilliance in old Iron Claw's eyes, that I had never seen before. The celebration lasted much longer than I liked, as I am somewhat of an "early to bed, early to rise" sort of person. Sunday was my only day off, and I had lots of my normal errands to catch up on. Plus, with Nationals now ahead of us, I knew I would have to ramp up the practices in order to insure any type of placement in Texas. "What's this? Leaving already?" Bill caught me as I was quietly heading toward my car. "Yeah, well, I've got a ton of stuff to do tomorrow, and it's way past my bedtime." Bill laughed out loud, slapped me on the back and then winked at me knowingly. Then, he moved in closer and whispered, "I'll bet you don't get much sleep at night anyway." With that, he chuckled again and walked away. 'What the fuck was THAT supposed to mean?' I asked myself. I quickly shrugged it off as Bill just being his normal obnoxious self. I was almost to my car when I heard a familiar voice call out, "Coach, wait up!" I turned and saw Chris running after me. "Hey, Mister. You're supposed to be celebrating. This is a big day for you." I smiled wide at the boy, despite my over-exhaustion. "It wouldn't be a celebration at all without you. Why you leaving?" Chris was learning quite well just how to melt my heart. "Have to, Chris. I only have one day off this week, and I have a lot of things to do tomorrow." I opened my car door, and was surprised when Chris hopped in. I couldn't help but smile, remembering the closeness we felt the night before. But, just when I thought he was attempting a repeat run, he grabbed his overnight bag from the back seat, and climbed back out. "I almost forgot you had it." He smiled at me and backed from the car. "Oh yeah," I stumbled. "Well, good night, Chris." I was about to get in when Chris stopped me. "Thank you, Coach," he said, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "You're the greatest!" Then, as quickly as the hug came, Chris ran off. I watched him as he reached his mom, and Charlotte simply smiled and waved at me. I waved back and got into my beat up Honda. I wasn't sure if it was the fact that Chris wouldn't be coming home with me, or that I was so beat, but an empty feeling came over me, and I sped out of the parking lot, in fear that someone would see my loneliness plastered on my face. The images of Chris, Reggy and the rest of my team taking First Place, and the warmer images of Chris in my bed, accompanied me on the drive back to Big Rapids. As I opened the door to my dark, quiet apartment, I realized at that moment that to be greeted as I arrived was something I longed for. To be met by something as gruesome as a cat, which I loathed more than anything, would have been welcomed over the stillness and coldness of my empty apartment. I closed the door behind me and rested against it, the weight of my loneliness increasing. I've heard of gay men spending their entire lives in search for someone special to touch their life, and never finding it. I fantasized for a moment that Chris was that special someone, but then my logical conscious interrupted my dream and reminded me that Chris still has his whole life ahead of him. "And what about Bill's comment?" I said out loud. Suddenly my mind was preoccupied with the images of Iron Claw and his story. Did he know about Chris and I? Could he somehow see it in my face? So many questions with no hope of answers. I undressed on my way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind me, like breadcrumbs on a path. By the time I reached my bed, I was down to my white Hanes briefs. I pulled back the covers, and then slipped my briefs to the floor. The cool sheets on my skin were not welcoming like they had been the night before. I ran my hand along the side of the bed where Chris had laid only twenty-four hours earlier. I missed him. My mind knew and my heart felt it. I closed my eyes and felt a tear fall. It was shortly after that I drifted to sleep. --- "So, Mister 'Leave the Party Early,' did you get everything done?" Bill's condescending tone meant only one thing: He was back on his game. "Good morning, Bill. Yes, thanks for asking." My monotone voice illustrated my unaltered exhaustion. "Whooo, you better wake up there, Buddy Boy. You get to sub Mrs. Henkle's English class second period." "Bill, damn it. You know that's my only break period!" I realized the anger in my voice only after the harsh words had escaped my lips. "Easy, Russell. What's up with you today?" Bill's voice changed, and he actually sounded sincere. "It was a busy weekend, and I didn't get much sleep." Bill smiled at me again. "Look, if you are swamped today, I can try to get O'Neil to cover it." "No, it's fine. I can handle it." "All right then. Hey, congratulations again on the Semis! I'm really proud of you and your team." Before the words had finished leaving Iron Claw's mouth, his hand was on the door, and he was gone. Compliments don't come easy for Bill. I sat there for only a moment, letting my tea provide a much-needed dose of caffeine. The early warning bell rang, and I gathered my briefcase and headed to class. --- When swim practice time came, I warned the boys that I would be picking up the pace and adding some intense and rigorous exercises to the practice. This, of course, was met by the usual assortment of groans, moans, and a silent 'Holy Shit!' I assured the boys that it wouldn't be anything they couldn't handle, but that the competition was going to be more intense than the Semis, and they had to be ready. I was encouraged to see that my boys responded quite cooperatively, and despite the moans and groans at the beginning of practice, they fell right into place and handled the extra work with ease and even a few smiles. Brad arrived just in time to see me dismiss the team for the day. "Hi, Coach!" His innocent face painted with a huge smile. "Well, here's one of our future Olympians now. You ready for your next lesson, Brad?" I smiled back at him. Seeing his bright face brought a second wind that I desperately needed. "I think I'm ready to swim by myself." He said with a genuine confidence that was both inspiring and encouraging. "Well then, let's get started." I jumped into the pool, and Brad quickly jumped in beside me. I quickly wrapped my arms around his slender body and brought him to the surface. As he blinked the water from his eyes, I looked deep into them. Brad smiled at me again. "That was fun." We giggled for a few moments and then the lesson started. Once again I lifted his body, this time on his belly, and placed my hands strategically under his chest and legs. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready!" He answered. "Okay, now kick and paddle just like I taught you." I moved my right hand up from his legs toward his groin, still supporting his body, but allowing him to kick his legs. As my hand brushed against his crotch, I could feel the outline of his young dick and balls, and couldn't help but giving them a gentle squeeze. Brad kept kicking and paddling and was doing quite well. "Okay, I'm gonna let go. Just keep swimming, Brad." With that, I lowered my hands, and for a moment, Brad let his body sink, but then quickly recovered and was actually swimming. "That's it...you're doing great!" I continued to walk along beside him as he swam. Just then, Chris and Jake walked in, changed from their practice. Upon seeing Brad swimming by himself, they immediately burst into cheers and applause. Brad began to sank and I quickly caught his body and lifted him upward. "I did it!" he yelled out. "Yes, you did, my little Olympic champion. Good job." Brad clung to me tightly, and Chris and Jake smiled as they watched. "Ready to go again?" I asked. "Yes, please." The rest of the lesson was much the same, and each time Brad would swim a little further before he would start to sink and I would catch him. "Tomorrow, we'll practice treading water. You remember how to do that?" I asked, as I lifted Brad from the pool. "I think so." He said, wrapping the towel around his slender waist. "Well, that's it for today." I said, grabbing my towel. "Don't I get to use the shower like the big boys?" Brad asked. I stopped in my tracks, and my dick made tracks of their own. "Yeah, Coach. He should use the shower just like we do after practice." Jake started to giggle, and Chris joined in. I glared at them silencing their giggles. "Has everyone else already cleared out?" I asked. "Yep!" Chris quickly answered, grabbing Brad's hand. "Come on, Brad, we'll take you." "No!" Brad stopped. "I want Coach to show me." Chris looked at me and smiled. "Seems like you have a fan, Coach." "Not just one," Jake said, lifting his t-shirt over his head. I wanted to protest. I should have protested. But, my dick had other plans, and already I was sporting a rather firm boner. It had already been noticed as well, as both Jake and Brad had their eyes almost permanently glued to the bulge in my Speedos. "Well, I guess it would be all right." The boys practically ran to the shower room, and Chris and Jake were naked once again. Despite their earlier shower, they weren't going to miss an opportunity to see me naked again. I slipped off the Speedo, and hung it on one of the hooks outside the shower room. As I stepped into the shower room, Brad was close behind me, followed by Chris and Jake. I chose a shower at the far end of the shower room, knowing that the steam would fill the room, and we'd have plenty of privacy, just in case. As I turned on the water and the steam began to form, my dick was now at full attention, and Brad and Jake kept stealing long glances at it. Finally, I stepped in under the water and let it flow down my body. Although there were plenty of other shower stalls to choose from, Brad stepped in next to me under my shower spray. Brad grabbed the soap and began lathering his slender body, which only made my dick tingle. Chris and Jake were under the shower next to us, and I could tell that they were feeling very excited as well. "Will you wash my back?" Brad asked, handing me the soap. "Sure. Turn around." Brad turned in front of me, giving me an unhidden view of his firm boy cheeks. As the water streamed down his bank and along his butt crack, I felt my balls ache to be touched, my erection pointing upward. I began to lather his back, and the feel of his tender skin against my hands made my mouth water. Chris followed my lead and began washing Jake's back. "Coach?" Brad asked. "Yes?" "What's jacking off?" Chris and Jake stopped and looked at me, waiting for an answer. "Well, Brad, it's when a boy plays with his penis." I answered, which sent Chris and Jake into instant giggles. "Play with it how?" Brad asked sincerely. "Well, some boys..." I paused for a moment. Chris and Jake were hanging on my every word. "Some boys pull on their penis in a certain way that makes them feel good." "Pull it? I don't get it. Will you show me?" I looked at Chris and he smiled and nodded as if to say, 'Do it, Coach.' I looked down at Brad who was smiling up at me, waiting for me to teach him more than just swimming. I reached down, and lifted his dick between two of my fingers and began stroking it. In no time, his dick was stiff, and I could feel him leaning backwards into me. I wrapped my other arm around his chest and held him tightly as I jerked on his young dick. "Does that feel good, Brad?" "It kinda tickles, but I like it." I stopped and brushed my hand across his firm tummy. "Do it some more, please." How could I resist those sweet wonderful eyes? I reached down and once again pulled on his stiff dick, and Brad closed his eyes, lost in the feeling of his first masturbation session. By now, Chris and Jake had developed their own rhythm and were moving in closer to watch me teach Jake's little brother the joy of sex. Soon, Brad's breathing increased and I felt his body shutter as he experienced his first dry orgasm. I held him tightly too me as the peak of it passed, and he began to breath normally again. I let go of his still stiff dick and caressed his belly. "Did you like that?" "That was awesome. Now I know why Jake jacks off all the time!" Jake smiled, still pulling on his own dick. "Pretty soon, Brad, you'll be able to do this," he said, pointing his dick at the boy, and letting go of a watery stream of fresh boy cum across Brad's belly. "Oh man, what's that?" Brad asked, touching the sticking cum with his fingers. "That's sperm, Brad. When you are older, your dick will shoot out sperm too." "I hope not. It smells funny." Chris and Jake giggled. "Does your penis do that, Coach?" The smile on Brad's face clearly pointed that he wanted proof. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and pulled on it. Chris reached over and began playing with my balls. He knew what to do to get me to shoot. He was right too, because after only a few moments, I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, aching to come out. "Here it comes, Brad," I said, as I pointed my dick downward toward the shower floor. Brad quickly turned around in front of me, lining his chest with the front of my dick. I couldn't redirect it in time, and the full spray of my hot man juice landed on his chest. I shot two more times before my balls began to settle and my orgasm subsided. Brad massaged my cum into his skin, playing with it as though it were some cool new toy. We finished washing up, and returned to the locker room. The boys and I dried off and began to dress, as I answered a barrage of questions from Brad about everything he could think of related to sex. Some of the questions were ones Jake had wanted to ask, but was embarrassed to. Brad held no embarrassment, and asked away. The boys seemed grateful to have someone comfortable to talk to about sex, and I told them to feel free to ask me anytime. As Brad pulled his skimpy Fruit of the Looms up his legs, I couldn't help but feel jealous of the tight white fabric pressed against his now soft dick. How I wanted to wrap my lips around it and really show Brad what it felt like to have a hot hungry mouth over his stiff boy dick! The boys said good night, and walked out of the pool area. I was about to lock up my office, when someone behind me said, "Coach Frye?" I turned and was quite surprised by the man standing there. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.