Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2020 20:04:00 +0200 From: Game Dog Subject: Surviving in highschool Chapter 1 This story takes part about two years after "Dad pays the bills" Chapter 1 Shane knocked on the door of the school director's office and stepped in after hearing a voice saying "Come in". "You wanted to speak to me, Sir?", Shane asked Mr. Milton, the school director sitting behind a large desk.. He was a stern looking man, rarely seen smiling and always dressed in suit and tie making him look rather unapproachable. Mr. Milton answered, only briefly looking up from the documents in front of him. "Shane Hill? Come in, have a seat. We need to talk." With an ominous feeling, Shane took a seat. He had no idea what this was about. "I will get straight to the point. You are the current captain of the school's swim team and I am rather disappointed. I was informed your team is slacking off, members not showing up to training and the remaining members, including you, `displaying a rebellious and disrespectful attitude'." The last part, Mr. Milton read off of a piece of paper, most likely a report by Mr. Moore, the current coach of the swim team. Shane could feel anger boiling up in him. He was Captain in title only, the last captain quit and only Shane and Noah were left to take the position open. It was true that the remaining few members had skipped training and some outright said they had no further interest but that was not Shane's fault! And attitude?! Mr. Moore was a lazy, uninterested slob, always late for every meeting, completing zero of his duties as coachs and constantly berating and moaning about "unruly children". He was, in theory, supposed to train the team alongside the captain but he showed absolutely no interest in teaching.. Shane swallowed his anger down and took a deep breath before answering: "Sir, with all due respect, I have only been Captain for a short time. When I took over, we were already lacking in members. And part of the reason for their leave is the lack of proper training and supervision. As to my attitude, I was raised to treat people with the same respect that they show me." Immediately, Shane scolded himself for the last sentence. He was talking to the school director after all! Mr. Moore looked at the teenager in front of him with stern eyes. An uncomfortable silence was hanging in the air. Shane was about to say something, feeling compelled to fill the void but the director looked back down on his papers and said: "Thank you for voicing your opinion, Mr. Hill. You are free to leave now." Left with an anxious feeling, Shane stood up and went to the door. Just as he was about to leave the office, Mr. Moore spoke up again: "And Mr. Hill. A leader works to fix problems, not blaming others." Once again, anger boiled up in Shane. What the hell was he supposed to do? Beat up Mr. Moore and force him to do his job? Kidnap the other team members and drag them to training? He's just a fucking 14-year old highschool kid, nobody listens to him. He made his way home. While on the bus he texted his best friend Noah. "Fucking Moore reported me to Milton. Asshole chewed me out. Wanna shoot hoops?" Rather strangely, Noah read the message but did not answer. Only as Shane reached the front door of his house, he got a reply: "Sorry. Hanging with Kathy." Shane slammed the door shut, stomped up the stairs and into his room. He threw his bag at his desk, knocking down a lamp and just fell onto his bed. Grabbing his pillow he just screamed his frustration into the soft fabric. Why was the entire universe out to fuck up his life at the moment?! The swim team, arguably the best thing about Shane's highschool life, was falling apart. His best friend had, not for the first time, chosen his girlfriend over him. Shane felt incredibly lonely at the moment. His father was flourishing at work, which unfortunately meant he was working a lot and often very late. And Michael, his older brother, had left for college. Thinking about Michael made Shane nostalgic, so he got up and laid in Michael's old bed. They left half of the room untouched for the few occasions Michael visited on the weekend. The bed still carried Michael's smell and Shane just closed his eyes, relaxing and thinking back. Two years ago, his older brother and his dad taught him about sex and masturbation. And since then the two brother's have shared more than one wank. Thinking back to those exciting times, Shane could feel himself getting hard. He got up and began to take his clothes off. He stood in front of the mirror on his closet door. His reflection revealed a slender build, with a flat stomach, showing hints of a six pack. He had beautiful blue eyes, pairing with the curly blond hair. He often got compliments for his curls, even though it was a bit longer than his Dad would like. Shane flexed his muscles, a rather disappointing display. He tried picking up lifting weights to bulk up, aiming for the big, broad build of his father and older brother, but he found it just way too boring. What he really was proud of was the now hard erection he had. A nice 5 ½ inches and thick. It didn't quite match the rather scrawny rest of his body but, as a measuring contest had confirmed, he was longer and thicker than Noah! Ok granted, Noah had a nicer set of pubes while Shane still had only a few light hairs. Naked and horny, Shane dove back into his older brother's bed, throwing the blanket over himself. Surrounded by the smell of Michael he began to jerk his cock. His mind was racing with memories of his brother's strong, muscular body. Would Shane's dick be bigger now? Would Michael suck his younger brother's hard dick? Feeling his brother's warm mouth around his cock, sliding deep into his throat. Maybe in a 69-position, they could suck each other. How would it feel to have his brother's cum shoot into his mouth, how would it taste? With Shane's imagination running wild his orgasm came quick. His teenage cock was shooting copious amounts of cum coating the underside of the blanket and his body. Shane was moaning loudly, in his mind his brother was the one cumming all over his body. As he eventually calmed down, he realized what a mess he had made. Oh well, Michael probably wouldn't be back for a few weeks. Maybe he would even realize the smell? Having released his pent up balls, Shane went to take a quick shower before starting with Dinner preparations. Maybe Dad would actually make it on time today. The next day came and with dread Shane made his way to the pool after school. He used to look forward to swimming, the highlight of his day most of the time. But now he wondered if Director Moore had ratted him out to Mr. Milton. While on his way, he received a message from Noah: "Sorry, can't make training today." Great, just fucking great. All alone with that asshole teacher. With every step Shane's mood dropped. To his utter shock, he found Director Moore standing in front of the pool entrance, accompanied by a younger man wearing a tracksuit. Shane approached the pair and was greeted by his school director. "Mr. Hill, nice to see you on time. Apologize for being rather blunt, but I have little time. This here is Mr. Julian Evans. He is a new teacher trainee at our school and since he has previous experiences as a lifeguard, I believe he will make an adequate coach for your team." "What about Mr. Milton, Sir?" "Do not worry about Mr. Milton. He is no longer involved with the swim team." And with that, Director Moore made his way back to school, leaving a confused Shane behind. "Well, I know this is a bit sudden, but I'm happy to meet you... Ehm...", the young man started, holding his hand out for a greeting. "Shane Hill, Sir. Nice to meet you Mr. Evans!" "Oh no, please just call me Julian. Mr. and Sir makes me feel way too old! Shall we wait for the rest of the team?" "Well, Mr. Ev... Julian. I'm afraid no one else will come today. Sorry...", Shane mumbled, a bit embarrassed by the rather pathetic state of his team. "I see, Mr. Moore already told me a bit of the problems you are facing, but don't worry. We will figure something out! For now, let's go and just have a fun training session." The pair went into the locker room to change. Although Shane had been part of the swim team for quite some time now and changed with his peers all the time, this was the first time a teacher (or close to that) was changing in the same locker room. Normally, they have their own room and shower. Shane could not help but sneak a few peeks of Julian. Probably just out of college, he was pretty young. He had short, bright red hair with a short stubble beard. Taking off his jacket, the young men showed a very fitting shirt that quickly revealed a chiseled chest. His abs were amazing and as he wiggled out of his tight shirt, his arms showed impressive muscles. His chest was covered in neatly trimmed hair and a prominent treasure trail led into his pants. Shane could already feel his face glowing red and his teenage cock was getting hard. In his head he repeated the mantra of "Not now, not now, not now" which proved completely futile as Julian dropped his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His ass was muscular, flexing as he moved about. And in the front, a trimmed bush of reddish pubes revealed a flaccid cut cock, about 5 inches soft. "Shane, maybe focus a bit more on your own clothing." Julian's voice made Shane realise he had been watching the new coach. His head whipped around, staring straight ahead, his face beet red and his pants tented by his erection. Julian chuckled to himself slipping on a pair of swimming trunks, gave the teenager a big smile and said: "I'm gonna go ahead, don't take too long now!" Shane almost hurt himself, trying to change as fast as possible, not wanting to make an even worse first impression. The real problem however, was his erection, which refused to go down and was VERY visible in the tight fitting swim briefs. His only hope now, was an ice cold shower. He quickly hurried after Julian to the showers. Thankfully each shower head was sectioned off so Shane was not openly on display. He turned the temperature as cold as possible, grit his teeth, mentally preparing. As the ice cold water hit his body, he almost jumped back but he managed to persist. Quickly rinsing his body, his "genius" plan worked and he could feel his dick going flaccid. At least somewhat. He could hear Julian turn the shower off and quickly followed suit. The two made their way to the pool. Julian grinned at the teenager: "Cold shower, huh?" Shane's face flushed red again. Julian knew exactly what was going! After embarrassing himself thoroughly at their first meeting, at least during the training session Shane could shine. While the team may have fallen apart, Shane had diligently kept his training up and was more than eager to show off. And Julian proved to be a pretty good coach, observing Shane, noticing small mistakes and helping him correct. Thanks to Julian, Shane felt this spark of joy again, enjoying the training again after a long time. And the praises and compliments that he got from his new coach did wonders to the teens self-esteem, after hearing nothing but spite from that asshole Milton! Time flew by and the training ended way faster than Shane anticipated. Making their way back to the locker room the two swimmers chatted away, getting to know each other. Thanks to this distraction, Shane managed to keep his erection under control in the locker room. After parting, Shane made his way home, a goofy, happy grin on his face. To make things better, his Dad was actually home and had picked up a nice, fresh pizza. During dinner, Shane kept talking non-stop about the new coach and the training, his father even had to remind him to eat at some point. Finally, Shane slipped into bed. Staring at the dark ceiling in his room, it didn't take long for the images of a naked Julian to flash through his mind. His dick quickly filled with blood, getting painfully hard. Shane began to jerk himself, closing his eyes and letting his imagination run wild. For a moment Julian was sucking him in the locker room, in the next the jock was fucking him under the shower. Shane imagined how that flaccid dick he saw slowly hardened. How big would he get? It did not take long for the teenager to shoot his load over his lithe body. Fuck, he could not wait for the next training session!