Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 23:49:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Zachary Nash Subject: Calvin's New Coach - Chapter 1 Calvin's New Coach Chapter 1 The snow was piling up as the blizzard continued outside during Mrs. LaPlante's algebra class. "God, I hate math!" I thought as I tried to pay attention to anything but whatever nonsense was being written on that godforsaken chalkboard. I was deep in day dream when I heard, "Calvin, Can you tell me which formula would best solve this problem?" I tore my eyes off the snow-covered soccer goals and focused on Mrs. LaPlante pointing at a problem on the board. I had no idea. In front of me where scribbles and random letters strewn across the board which made absolutely no sense to me. I tilted my head to the side and looked down at my book for a clue. Before me were four options. None of which seemed to be the one that looked like it would work. By now a few of my classmates had turned around and were looking at me... waiting for an answer. Pulling a guess completely out of the air, I chose the third one. To my surprise, I was right! I watched on the board as she worked out the problem but no matter how hard I tried, it still did not make sense. It's not that I decided to hate algebra and therefore never learned it. At the beginning of the year I worked my butt off trying to get it through my thick skull but no matter how much I worked at it, it just never seemed to click. So as Mrs. LaPlante went onto another problem my eyes drifted out to the rec field again. As my mind started drifting back into the wonderful la-la land of my daydream, I started thinking about all of the events of Christmas vacation. Winters in Minnesota have never been known to be mild especially as far north as I lived. Too cold to do much of anything outside and being an only child meant there wasn't anyone to play with at home. Don't get me wrong... being the only child has its good points too. One of which is that I got the house to myself a lot because both of my parents worked to support the rather well to do lifestyle we all enjoyed. I had been snooping around my dad's den trying to find his latest stash of Playboys when I stumbled onto something that would prove very interesting. Instead of his usual Playboys, I found a few Hustler magazines. Knowing that no one would be home for at least a few hours I walked out into the living room and plopped down on the couch. As I started looking at the magazines, I saw something I had never seen before. Actual sex! I could not believe how incredible it was. No longer was this just the regular boobs and butts but there were guys now too. I flipped through the first couple of sets and popped an instant woody as I gazed at a close up of a woman sucking a guy's dick. "Holy Cow... he's got to be 9 inches long," I thought. I had been pretty proud of my own 6 inches but this guy was huge! Of course, I had check out the other guys in my class when we were in the showers after gym class and at least when soft I had everybody beat. I had more pubic hair than anyone else did too. This picture mesmerized me though. I must have stared at it for a good five minutes before I even realized I was playing with myself. As I turned the page, it showed her licking the head of his huge dick like it was a lollipop. I started stroking and as I turned the page again I just about came. The shot took up both pages and showed her sticking her tongue out and licking his balls. The balls were hairless and pulled up to his body and his dick stood straight and tall blown up to sixteen inches long on the paper. I don't remember what exactly was going through my mind but the next thing I knew I was getting ready to cum. I could feel the tingle in my legs and could feel my balls tighten up. My toes started to curl and my hand flew up and down my dick until I shot all over the couch. I came more that time than any other time that I could remember. It felt like I liquefied an entire testicle and shot it out as I orgasmed. I quickly realized what I had done and immediately put down the magazine and ran to get a rag to clean up the mess before it soaked into the upholstery. As I cleaned up I looked over on the coffee table and again saw "The Dick." I wanted to take it up to my room but had already learned that lesson. Dad may have a lot of porns but he knows each one of them and can tell when one is gone. Over the next ten days, I jerked off to that picture as well as other pictures that had guys in them. By the end of the break, it was beginning to bother me that I was not finding only the women in the magazine attractive. I was yanked from my daydream by the ringing of the school bell. "Thank God," I mumbled as I got up from my desk and headed for the door. Unfortunately, my escape wasn't as smooth as planned. Mrs. LaPlante stopped me as I passed her desk. "Is everything okay, Calvin? You seemed a little distracted today." "Sorry, Mrs. LaPlante. Just a little tired," I replied. She smiled and added, "If you ever need any help or have any questions you just let me know okay?" I smiled back and nodded. As I walked out the door, I thought, `She's a pretty cool teacher... too bad she teaches such terrible class'. I giggled at my own thought and headed for gym. I giggled at my own thought and headed for gym. I walked into the locker room and immediately felt at home. Here is where I was good and this was the beginning of soccer season at my school. There was a pretty good following of hockey but soccer is what had my attention. I was never very good on skates and hockey was unnecessarily violent... besides I liked the cleats. As I walked into the giant square locker room, I caught myself staring at one of my fellow classmates. Jess Fuller was a little bit shorter than I was and just as built! Deep brown eyes, dark wavy brown hair, a tan that always looked like he just got back from the beach and those lips, full and red and... I shook my head a little bit to bring myself out of the daze. "What am I thinking?" I thought as I heard him start talking to me. "Hey moron! How's it going?" Jess said to me as I walked to my locker. "Not bad dork" I replied. We'd been friends for as long as I can remember... our mom's were friends before we were even born. He's a cool guy and we picked on each other all the time. You know the saying that says, "Aggression is a form of affection"? If that's true than we've loved each other about as much as humanly possible without having actually killed each other. As Jess and I were changing and catching up on what the other got for Christmas we heard Coach Daniels boom "Come on girls we don't have all day." Coach was never someone you didn't react to. He was 6'5" and build like a brick shithouse. "I hope I look like that when I'm 47" I thought as Jess and I tied our shoes and ran out into the gym. As I ran past Coach he shouted, "You're signed up for soccer again this year aren't ya Calvin?" "Better believe it coach" I said as I ran out the door. We always had a 5-minute talk from the coach before we dove into whatever we were going to be doing that day so we all found our perches. Jess and I always planted on the balance beam over along the side of the room as others sat on the mats, chairs and around on the floor. Coach came out of the locker room and sat down on his stool in front of us and started listing off all of the changes that had happened over Christmas break. Some of which we knew about and a couple that we didn't. He told us that since this was the first day of the new semester we were going to be doing fitness testing all day and that the school nurse was going to be in to do our height, weight and scoleosis checks. Everyone got in line to see the nurse as Jess and I got started doing out sit-ups, pull- ups and push-ups. By the time we had already done our push-ups and pull-ups the line was just about gone so we decided to do our sit-ups. I went first and as I laid down on my back and pulled my knees up and Jess lean forward and grab my ankles something felt weird. I didn't know what I was thinking or exactly what the feeling was that I felt but I think I liked it. As I started doing my sit-ups I started noticing weird little things about him that I hadn't seen before like his hair. He wore it a little too long... at least that's what most people would say. It was maybe 3 or 4 inches long all around and parted down the middle. It was a little bit shaggy but on him it looked really good. Then as if he were a totally different person, I got a flash in my mind and for a second I saw him as being a very attractive guy. As fast as the image entered my mind it left and before me was the same ol' Jess that he was before, the friend I'd grown up with all my life. Thankfully Jess was counting for me because with as many confusing thoughts as were screwing up my mind that morning,I couldn't have told you how many I did. It felt like I had been doing them for a while and my stomach started to hurt so I did two more and then slumped down onto the floor. All of a sudden my muscles felt tight, hurt a little bit and it was a bit of a labor to breathe. Through squinting eyes I saw Jess looking at me with a surprised look on his face. "83! How did you do 83?" he almost shouted. "I did that many? Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief. He said, "Ya... swear to God! You were totally zoning out the whole time and you had a weird look on your face." "Oh no! Could he tell I was looking at him?" I thought. Panic immediately shot into my mind and I stuttered out "no, I'm fine... I was just trying to focus. Looks like it worked to." I had to get a hold of myself! I got up and Jess laid down in front of me after writing my reps down on the fitness test. I had to concentrate as hard as I could to keep count for him. But even at that I noticed the feeling of my hands on his shins, the bead of sweat slowly making it's way down his forehead and the way his abs looked when he tightened them up. He strained and pushed himself and got up to 77. Now normally I'd rub it in that I still did more than he did but this time the thought didn't even cross my mind. We had always had a very competitive attitude towards pretty much anything that we both did. It got so bad in soccer that Coach had to split us up on the field. He became center and because of my height I became the goalie. When we got up But this time, when we stood up, I couldn't even look him in the eyes... it felt like I had done something wrong even though I knew I hadn't. We walked over to the office where the nurse was, and Jess went first and I waited outside. I didn't understand what was going on inside my head so I didn't mind a few minutes alone to think so I sat on the floor I just let my mind reel. The bell sounded its 3-minute warning and everyone in the gym ran for the lockers. I looked over at Coach and without me even saying anything he said "Don't worry Calvin, I'll write both you and Jess a note... what class do you guys have next?" "World Studies with Mr. Alto," I said as I walked over to his desk. He handed me the slip just as Jess walked out of the office with the nurse right behind him calling my name. "Get in there!" Coach said as he smacked me on the back. I went over to the nurse and followed her through the door. As soon as I walked in, she told me to take off my shirt. Growing and changing as much as I had been in the past year or so, I was a little bit uncomfortable with the way I looked. Not that I looked bad at all... It's just that I started getting very critical of everything about me. I didn't have any fat on my body but my pecs weren't as big as I want them and my abs are still just a two pack. My dad had reminded me a number of times that those things don't develop for a couple years but I still thought about them. "You must be working pretty hard there Calvin," the nurse tells me to lean over and she puts the little level thing on my shoulders. I ask her what she meant and she said that I've have more muscle tone than I had last year. I blushed a little bit and she laughed like all moms would at seeing a teenage boy blush. Then she checked my ears and eyes. "Everything looks good," she said, "just one more thing. Jump up on the scale here and we'll get you outta here." I stepped up and the dial started jumping. When it settled, it read 148 pounds. 'Hmm' I thought, 'up a little bit from the beginning of the year.' With that, she said I was done and I ran out the door. I was already late for Mr. Alto's class... the tardy bell rang when I was in with the nurse. As I got down to the locker room, I saw Jess sitting in there. He obviously hadn't showered yet, still wearing his nasty sweaty gym clothes. "What are you still doing here?" I asked. "You have my slip dork, if I get caught in the halls without it I'll get detention. And the more of Alto's class that I can miss the better," he said with a laugh. Our lockers were right next to each other and we both got ready to shower at the same time. I bent down to untie my shoes and just as I glanced up he had pulled down his boxers and was pulling his T-shirt up over his head. I couldn't help but do a double take as he walked off to the showers totally naked. I finished stripping and got in the shower and starting soaking and soaping. I stole a few more glances at Jess, grabbed the soap, reached down and starting soaping myself. When I lathered down my abs and down to my crotch, I noticed I was a bit more full than normal. By no means hard but a little more inflated than usual. I looked down and saw that Jess was doing the same, running his lathered fingers through his pubic hair. I could feel my dick getting twitch at the sight so I quickly turned around and finished showering talking to him over my shoulder. We hurried out of there and went to class... fifteen minutes late but we still made it. "Thank God for excuse notes" I said to Jess as we ran down the hall. * * * * * * * "What's wrong with me?" I kept thinking for the rest of the day. Before I knew it, the day was through and I was back on the bus heading home. When I got home I went inside, turned up the heat and headed straight for my dad's den. "Still 45 minutes before mom and dad get home" I thought as I grabbed that all too familiar Hustler again and started looking at the pictures. As I looked at them, I realized that I was getting images of Jess again in the shower. I tried to ignore them but I couldn't get them out of my head. I went up stairs and laid out on my bed and reached down and starting playing with myself. Images of Jess soaping himself up and running his hands all over his tight body. It was like I was back in the shower with him all over again. Steam from his shower slowly floats up in front of him. I could smell the fresh soapy smell and I saw the way his wet hair fell across his face as he washed his chest. The lather is being spread across his perfectly smooth olive skin, down his stomach and into his pubic hair. His fingers curl around as he rubs the soap along the length of his soft dick, stretching it out a little bit and then moves down to his balls. His other hand comes down and cups his low hanging balls and starts to wash them. His smooth soft balls rolling around in his fingertips while he to totally oblivious to the fact that my eyes are glued to him. Blood immediately rushed to my now very hard dick and three strokes later I felt the gut wrenching ecstasy of my orgasm. I could feel cum shooting as far up as my neck and shoulders. Within seconds my entire stomach and chest was covered with my warm load and it was starting to drip down. I loved the way it felt like a warm bath. I put down the magazine and returned it to my dad's den. The evening came and went. My parents asked me how my day went... I think they could tell something was bothering me. Heck... I felt weird myself... I'm sure it showed on the outside. After I went to bed I jerked off again with the same image burned into my mind of Jess. I came just as hard that time but I fell asleep before I even took my hand away from my dick. So there I was lying on top of my blankets with my load still on my chest and with my hand still wrapped around my dick. (To Be Continued)