Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 12:45:01 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Swim Coach - chapt 9 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 9 --- 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. "Jesus! You scared the shit out of me." I said, glaring at the man. "Sorry to startle you, but you're a tough person to get ahold of." He smiled at me and I recognized his face. "Do I know you?" "Not officially. I'm Jerry Thomas with the Olympic Committee." He extended his hand. "Hey, you were at the Semis on Saturday." I shook his hand vigorously, remembering that he was in the stands. "Yes, that's right. I have to say, I'm most impressed by your diver, Chris..." He paused, flipping through his notes. "Ah, yes, here it is...Tel...Telater. He's quite a diver. He was the main reason I was at the event." "Well, thank you." Not sure what else I could say. "You look like you're just leaving and I know I'm here unannounced, but I was hoping to talk to you about Chris." Jerry looked down at his watch, and then back at me. "Can I treat you to dinner and we can talk?" "Well, it's kind of late, and I have school tomorrow." "I won't take much of your time, and a guy's gotta eat." His warm smile touched me, and I felt a small stir in my groin as I scanned his body. Jerry was a rather attractive man, in his early sixties, I'd guess from the slightly graying hair, but by the shape of his body, he still worked out. "You're right. I have to eat sometime." My eyes met his. Dark brown eyes, warm and sincere, and I felt myself diving deeper into them. Jerry broke my stare by asking, "Any suggestions of a good restaurant?" "Oh, umm, yes. The Brass Turtle serves an excellent Filet Mignon, if you are into meat." "Mmmm," He replied, "There's nothing like a good piece of beef!" Then I swear I saw him wink at me. He turned too quickly for me to be sure, and I didn't want to jump to conclusions. I locked my office, and switched off the lights. "I'll follow you," Jerry said, hoping into his large BMW. I opened the door of my beat up Honda, and suddenly felt way out of my league. Still, a nice dinner and conversation about my Chris couldn't hurt anything. I led Jerry to The Brass Turtle and we went inside. "Russell!" The Matre'D called out. It was David. He and I had dated for a short time, when he first moved here from Australia. Shortly after we broke up, he bought the restaurant and always gives me an excellent table when I'm there. "Dinner for two, I see. Who's your friend, Mate?" "David, this is Jerry Thomas. We're just going to discuss my swim team. Do you have a table for two?" I tried very hard to be as casual as possible, but even David recognized a certain lift in my spirit. "For you? Of course, Mate!" David winked at me, and snapped his fingers. "Manuel, put them at Table 3, straight away! Manuel will show you the way. Enjoy your meal." "Thank you, David. Always a gentleman." I patted his back, but David knew I wanted to hug him in appreciation. "Here we are," Manuel said, seating us at the finest table in the restaurant. "Wow, nice place," Jerry commented, placing the cloth napkin on his lap. "It's one of the finest." "Tonight's special is Swordfish in a white wine sauce, served with wild rice and slivered carrots. Would you gentlemen like to see the Wine List?" "I don't care for any, but you're welcome to." Jerry quickly nodded to me. "It appears we'll pass on the wine, Manuel, thank you." "Very good then, I'll give you a few moments to review the menu." Manuel turned and left us alone. "My goodness, so many choices. I don't see that Filet you mentioned." Jerry peeked at me over the menu. "Oh, down here," I said, pointing to the Filet Mignon choice on his menu. "Oh, yes, thank you." Then he closed the menu and sat it next to him. I quickly made my choice and closed the menu. "So, Jerry, I didn't see you after the dive event." "Well, you're right about that. Once I saw Chris' last dive, I knew I had seen all I needed to see. I've already made my decision, I'm just hoping for a little help from you." "Decision? What decision, and what kind of help do you need from a private school coach? My curiosity was piqued. "Look, Russell. May I call you Russell?" I nodded. "The truth is the kid's got talent...natural talent. And I think he's Olympic material. But he needs to be groomed for it." "What do you mean 'groomed?'" My curiosity was turning to defensiveness. "Easy, Coach. It's not a criticism. Chris needs one on one guidance." My mind instantly played the night he spent at my apartment. I knew just what kind of one-on-one time that boy needed, and it wasn't going to be from this guy. "Look, Russell. He's a good kid. You don't want to spoil his chances of Gold, do you? I've already started the paperwork to submit his name to the Olympic Committee. We're talking full scholarship here." Manuel arrived to take our order. "Ready, gentlemen?" "Yes, I'll have the Filet Mignon, please." Jerry smiled graciously at our waiter. "How would you like that prepared, sir?" "Medium Rare," he winked at me again. This time I KNEW it was real. "Very good, Sir. And for you, Sir?" "I'll take the Peppercorn T-Bone, Medium, please." "Very good, Sir." Manuel then took the details of our side dishes and drinks, and again left us alone. As I looked around the restaurant, I noticed that it was especially quiet, even for a Monday night. Jerry seemed to notice the same thing. "Cozy place." He smiled at me. "Yes, well it has a certain flair." "Yes, it does." We paused for a moment as our drinks arrived, and Jerry casually sipped his Iced Tea. "So if you're already submitting his name, why do you need me?" "Well," Jerry dabbed his lips with his napkin. "It's always important to the student and his family that the coach support this kind of change. Otherwise, it's an uphill battle. So, out of practice, I always approach the coach first." He smiled again. "I see. Well, that's something, I guess." "It's a good opportunity for him, Russell. It's an excellent school, and Chris would have the chance to learn from previous Olympic champions and coaches." With that, he looked me square in the eyes. "I happen to know that you were a hopeful once. You wouldn't want to let that chance slip through his fingers, would you?" Obviously, this guy did his homework. "Where is the school?" "Tallahassee, Florida." I began to choke on my Iced Tea. "Tallahassee? Geez, you guys don't play around, do you?" "Somehow, I knew you'd heard of our facility." Jerry smiled and sipped his drink. "Heard of it? I would have killed to get in there!" My own excitement replaced my defensiveness. "Lot's of kids would. And I'm offering Chris the chance to go there." Our food arrived a short while later, and as Manuel set the plates on the table, the steam rising above them, the aromas intoxicated my mind. "Well, let's see if your recommendation was on the money." Jerry cut off a piece of the tender filet and slid the fork into his mouth. "Mmmmm," he moaned as he slowly withdrew the fork. After a few more bites of dinner, I decided to change the subject. "So, how did you find me?" "Well, your school is registered at the event center, and since I have connections through them, it was pretty easy. I really didn't expect to see you tonight, but I figured it was worth the shot." I instantly thought of my little 'jack-off' lesson with Brad in the showers. Just twenty minutes earlier and Jerry would have gotten an eye full. I swallowed hard. "Well, that was fortunate." "How long have you been coaching, Russell?" "Well, I've been with Lakeview for twelve years now, but I did some private lessons prior to that. Plus, well, you already know about my swimming background." "It's one of the things that impressed me most about you. I watched the way you coached your boys at the event. Actually, it's not the first time I've seen you coach." My mind was spinning, desperately trying to seek out any memories of seeing this man before. "I've followed your career for some time now." I felt his leg brush against mine under the table. At first, I thought it was just a simple accident, but then I felt his leg move closer to mine and stay there. I froze in my chair, unsure that I was reading the signals right. I decided I had to know. I pressed my leg against his and watched his face. He kept eating and only smiled at me casually. I left my leg in place and he didn't move his away. "I have some literature on the school in my hotel room." He paused and looked at me. "For Chris, of course." I nodded my head, "Of course." "Perhaps after dinner, you could come by and pick it up, so that you could give it to Chris in the morning." That was it. I knew what was going on, and the tingling in my balls only confirmed it. I then felt his leg press closer still to mine, as he smiled and winked again. "Would you gentlemen like dessert?" Manuel asked, clearing our plates. "I've planned dessert for later, so, no, thank you." Jerry answered, his eyes never leaving mine. "Um, thank you, Manuel, just the check please." "The check, Sir?" Manuel looked at me, as though I were suddenly speaking a different language. Both Jerry and I then looked at him. "Yes, Silly Man, the bill for dinner. How else am I to know how much to pay?" Jerry glared at the waiter. "But, Sir, David has instructed me that dinner is on the house." With that, Manuel walked away. "Hell, if I had known that, I would have ordered dessert." I said, both of us chuckling. We walked to the parking lot, and as we reached the cars, Jerry said, "My hotel is not far from here. I can give you that information I promised." I nodded and jumped into my car, readjusting the rising problem in my pants. I followed the dark green 740iL to his hotel, and as we got out, I commented, "She's beautiful." "Thanks. I haven't owned her long, but she drives like a dream." We walked into the lobby and took the elevator to the top floor. Jerry opened the door, and pointed to the inside. "Come on in." "Thank you." I answered, stepping into his finely attributed hotel suite. Fresh flowers on the table, and several shimmering leaded glass lights. Jerry swung open the dual French doors to his bedroom and then walked to a briefcase on his bed. My heart sank as he produced the literature from it and walked back to me. Obviously, I had misread all his signals, and he really only intended to give me the pamphlets. "Here you go." He smiled, handing them to me. "Thanks. I'll talk to Chris about this tomorrow. Well," I said, looking down at my watch, "I suppose I should get going. Thanks for dinner." "It's really not that late, do you think?" He asked, reaching past to lock the door behind me. "Well, umm, I...it's just that..." My words were interrupted as he pressed his tender lips to mine. As our kiss broke, Jerry looked into my eyes and whispered, "I was hoping I could convince you to stay." Then, he leaned forward again, this time meeting willing lips that shared his passion. As our tongues began to dance and I could feel my dick rising again, I pressed against his body, and my suspicions of his workouts was confirmed. Jerry was firm and muscular, but not overbearing. I was also pleased to feel his excitement building as he pressed his manhood to mine. My passion grew and my hands began to wander along his body until at last I reached his prized possession. I gave his firm cock a gentle squeeze, and he moaned softly through our kiss. Jerry broke our embrace and then took my hand. "Come with me." He led me to the bedroom and pushed me down onto the bed. Our lips met again and the straining in my crotch was becoming uncomfortable. I didn't have to suffer long, for Jerry began to unbutton my pants, releasing my erection from its fabric prison. Jerry moved down my chest, his hand caressing my body, and sending fire flash signals through my body. He slipped his hands into the waist of my pants, and pulled them downward, my cock pressing hard against the fly of my white briefs. Jerry wasted no time in slipping these off as well. "Mmmm," Jerry moaned as his lips surrounded my cock. As Jerry continued to grace my dick with one of the best blowjobs I've ever experienced, he silently slipped out of his clothes, never once parting his lips from my joyous cock. Finally, naked before me, he released my hard dick, and whispered to me, "I want to feel this monster inside me." "I...I didn't come prepared," I was sort of embarrassed in saying, but Jerry only smiled. "I did." He stepped up from the bed, and pulled out two lubricated condoms from the nightstand. "Well, aren't you the Boy Scout?" I smiled back at him. Jerry ripped open the package with his teeth, and slowly, lovingly unrolled the rubber onto my cock. Then, having given it a few more yanks to insure I was hard and ready, he rose up, and squatted down on me, pressing the head of my sheathed dick to his glory hole. He held my dick firmly, feeding it inch by inch into his hole, until my pubic hair pressed against his ass. Then, just as slowly and methodically as he had placed the condom on my cock, he lifted his ass from me. When he could feel that I was almost completely out, he pushed back down, jamming my hard cock into him. "Oh yes," he moaned. In almost no time, Jerry and I developed a nice rhythm, and I began to buck my hips at the exact time he would lower himself. "Oh, yeah, Russell, fuck that ass. I wanted this the moment I laid eyes on you." Jerry's firm uncut dick bounced above my belly, and I reached down, gently pulling on his foreskin causing his bright red head to appear and disappear like a magic act. I was sure he was a full 7 inches and a solid inch and a half around. The heat of his cock felt wonderful in my fingers, and soon I was stroking him in rhythm with our fucking. I could feel the head of my cock tapping his prostate, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he would shoot, his head already leaking its precious clear precum. "Oh, God, yes," Jerry quickly grabbed his cock, jerking it faster and harder as he bounced up and down on my cock. "Ugh, mmmm, uh," he moaned, pulling his cock harder and harder. Then, he suddenly stopped, and I could feel his ass muscles tense as he shot rope after hot rope of his love seed across my chest. Jerry continued to pull on his cock, milking every intense drop from his cock onto my wet skin. He then continued to bounce up and down, forcing my cock deeper into his ass, begging my juices from me. I grabbed the sides of his waist, and bucked harder, feeling the fire of my balls, aching to release its gift. "Jerry, I'm gonna cum." I panted, the sweat beading off our bodies. Jerry tightened his ass ring around my cock, sending me into glorious spasms, quickly filling the tip of the condom with my load. Jerry continued to rock back and forth, pumping every last drop from my man tool. Soon, it became much too sensitive, and I stopped Jerry in place, my dick still inside his hole. He rose up, slowly, releasing my cock from his hot tunnel. Then, he curled in next to me and began kissing me passionately once more. As he broke our kiss, he whispered to me, "Now that's what I call a supportive coach!" --- As I walked into the Teacher's Lounge Tuesday morning, I was greeted with a very chipper Bill Newkirk. "GREAT morning, Russell!" "Damn, somebody is in a good mood." "And why shouldn't I be? I guess you met the Olympic official!" Word sure gets around fast, I thought. "Yeah, he came by here last night, wanting support for sending Chris to Tallahassee." "You gonna talk to the kid?" His insistence was suspicious. "Hey! How'd you know this guy was coming to see me?" "Are you kidding? Jerry and I go way back. He's been asking about you for months." I suddenly felt betrayed and played like a cheap instrument. "What do you mean?" My tone was bitter and cold. "Easy, Russell. He's a good guy, and seems very interested in your coaching ability. He also seems very interested in Chris, so let's show a little encouragement, all right? Besides, this kind of press couldn't hurt Lakeview!" He closed the door behind him. There's one thing I'll say about Bill: He sure knows how to make an exit. "Press, eh?" I said out loud as I poured the hot water across my tea bag. It seems that my Chris might just be the publicity that Lakeview Academy has been dying for. But at what cost? The early bell rang, and I was off to class. --- During practice, I pulled Chris aside. "Hey, Chris. Come to my office. I want to talk to you for a few minutes. You guys keep going. And Reggy, I want to see a little more power in that forward stroke." "What's up, Coach?" Chris asked, as I pointed to a seat. "Sit down, Chris." I pulled the pamphlets from my desk and began to explain about Chris' Olympic opportunity. After a while, the reality of going to school in Florida began to set in. "I'd have to leave my friends behind. I'd have to move." "I know, Chris, but this really is a great chance to pursue an Olympic medal, if that's still one of your dreams. This is your chance." "It IS one of my dreams, Coach, you know that..." He paused, and lowered his head. "It's just, that there's something you don't know." "Well, what is it?" I asked, walking over to his chair. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.