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Flipturn pt. 2
The water was slightly colder than warm, the sunlight that filtered through was not strong enough to warm it more, and, its light was wane. Everything was shades of blue, and, the blue stretched, in all directions, to the horizon. Diego hung suspended in this environment, the eerie stillness punctured by what Diego thought was a whale call. He felt a slight subtle change in the water, almost imperceptible, like the tug of a tide.
The water darkened as something brushed past him, cold, scaly, and unknown. The call of what he thought was a whale turned menacing. He felt the first stabs of fear enter his body. The water no longer felt comforting. A sense of foreboding entered Diego.
Above him he saw a dark shadow. It called to him, he felt his arms and legs thrashing in the water to propel him towards it, but, his expenditure of energy gained him little. The shadow still loomed above him in the distance. He felt his chest tightening, he needed to breathe, he could no longer hold his breath. Fear coursed through his body, he knew his couldn't breathe, but, his body was craving oxygen and the surface seemed so far away.
The call of the whale, or, at least what he had thought of as a whale seemed closer now. Something was approaching. Diego tried to move towards the dark shadow above him again. The bubbles and eddies of water that his efforts created obscured his view, and, the need to breathe was becoming overwhelming. He felt something cold, snake-like brush against his leg. Diego had no choice but to scream. Water rushed in as he opened his mouth.
Diego woke up with a start. He was sweating despite the cool Pacific Northwest evening. His chest glistened as he panted in an effort to quiet his labored breathing. At least, he no longer woke up screaming as well. It had been almost a year now since the accident that took his parents life and almost his. He had gone to therapy and he knew that there was nothing that he could have done to change the circumstances, accidents happened after all, but, despite that realization there was little he could do about the nightmares. His initial, post-accident, fear of water was understandable, but, now as he worked to get over that by joining the swim team, the nightmares still came.
Diego got out of bed now that his breathing had calmed down, grabbing his shorts from the bedpost he slid them on before heading out of the room. He had recently taken to sleeping nude and was thrilled by the sensation it gave him. The naughtiness of that simple action would give him a massive erection most nights, drifting off to sleep a more content and relaxed version of himself. Diego padded down the short hall to the staircase, he made his way down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The microwave clock read 3:00am. Ugh, Diego thought. He finished his water and headed back upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, he noticed a light coming from Malcolm's room. Malcolm, was his legal guardian now, he had agreed to look after Diego until he came of age. Malcolm was his father's closest friend and business partner, and, he tried to show Diego the unconditional love that someone in his state and at his age needed. From a young age Uncle Malcolm, as Diego considered him, had always been there, so it was only natural that when he was orphaned Malcolm would look after him.
Diego, wondered if he had woken Malcolm up, but, hearing no sound coming from his room, he thought that he had perhaps fallen asleep with the light on. Diego wavered between going back to bed, or, knocking on Malcolm's door. Since his school day would start in a few hours, sleep won this battle, and, Diego made his way to his room. He resolved to ask Malcolm about his light later in the day. Diego slipped back into bed and was soon asleep again.
If Diego had chosen to knock and enter Malcolm's room he would have discovered another sad tableau. Malcolm lay awake in bed having been awoken by Diego's anguished whimpers. Hearing Diego relive his trauma did the same to Malcolm. He and Alvaro, Diego's father, had been best friends, business partners and lover's, although no one knew about the last one. They had carried on their affair since their days in college. Malcolm had been devastated when Alvaro, broke it off and then shortly afterwards married Maya, but, Alvaro held his heart and when he came apologizing few months later, the two resumed their old ways. The promise of a divorce to come always in the distance, but, then Diego was born. Alvaro once again withdrew from Malcolm, but, this time couldn't run very far since the two had begun and launched a successful tech firm.
Malcolm told himself to move on and let Alvaro keep the dream he had always wanted, but, it was Alvaro who pursued him, and, he was in love. Alvaro drew Malcolm to him like a moth to flame, for a while, the three made a seemingly healthy trifecta in which Diego began to develop and grow, but, as often in the case in these situations, more and more, was being demanded of one individual and cracks began to grow in the foundation. Malcolm pulled away and resolved to let Alvaro have the happy home life he was expected to have, but, Alvaro made it hard to pull away completely. The day before the accident he promised he would ask his wife for a divorce. That afternoon their lovemaking had been feverish and primal, as if the universe knew it would be their last.
Malcolm never got all the details, but, from what he had pieced together Alvaro, Maya, and Diego had gone out in Alvaro's new sail boat. Hitting a patch of rough sea, the inexperienced captain overcorrected the boat and it toppled over going down and taking two of its three passengers with it. Luckily, Maya, or, Alvaro was able to get out a distress call, because the Coast Guard pulled Diego out of the water not too long afterwards. They searched for three days for Alvaro and Maya, but, their bodies were not found. Currents or creatures had gotten to them before they could be rescued.
Sitting up in his bed, Malcolm, scrolled through his archive of pictures of Alvaro on his tablet. As he advanced through the pictures he could feel his heart fill with emotion. His breath caught in his chest and he stifled a sob, so as to not wake up Diego. He tapped on the screen and brought up one of his favorite videos. He connected his headphones to the tablet and hit play. The screen was suddenly filled with the image of Alvaro taking an 8 inch circumcised cock into his mouth, he stared up at the camera with his hazel eyes, a smile played at his lips. The cock thrust itself in and out of Alvaro's mouth. The sound of moans and groans filled Malcolm's ears. Beneath his covers his cock sprang up and demanded attention.
The video shifted, Alvaro now crawled up the body he had been fellating, the camera blurred and jostled, showing two blurry bodies moving about, when the camera refocused it showed Malcolm's face and chest, a hand, Alvaro's, entered the screen and played with his nipples. Malcolm's ears were filled with his former lover asking him to drive his cock into him as he filmed him. Malcolm's hand tugged at his erection as he focused on the screen. The movie shifted once again and when the camera re-focused it showed Alvaro riding Malcolm's dick, his engorged cock and abdomen filling the screen, the camera panned down to capture the 8 inch cock saw in and out of a dark pink hole surrounded by auburn hair.
Malcolm stroked himself faster, he bit down on his lip in an effort to stifle his groans, his cock was leaking pre-cum copiously, slicking his hand as it went up and down the length of his hard shaft. The tablet's screen showed a blurry cock speeding in and out of a dark pink hole, through the headphone's, Malcolm ears were filled with the sounds of moaning and demands of faster and harder. On the screen Malcolm was thrusting and jabbing at Alvaro's hole. Both men crying out in joy, as Malcolm exploded into Alvaro. The camera caught Malcolm's cock sliding out of the freshly seeded hole, Alvaro's hand came down and inserted two fingers into his hole, cum began to ooze out and cover the fingers dripping down onto Malcolm's cock and balls.
Alvaro's cock was still rock-hard. Swiping at some of the still hot cum that was oozing from his hole he slicked up his cock, grabbed Malcolm's legs and drove his cock into his lover's hole. Moans of joy burst from the headphones on Malcolm's ears. The camera showed his spent cock, filling up once again as his lover drove his 7inch cock into his hole. His legs in a V shape framed the screen. Alvaro's hand came up to the camera and grabbed it. The screen went momentarily dark as Alvaro's hand covered the viewfinder. When the camera came back into focus it showed an uncircumcised light caramel cock driving in and out of Malcolm's pink hole. Moans and groans straining the headphones audio levels.
On the bed Malcolm stroked his cock faster and faster. His toes curling under the impending explosion. Setting the tablet on the bed he brought his newly freed hand up to his nipples and played with them, tugging and pinching at them. His cock glistened in the light of the bedside table lamp, and, it seemed to swell and throb. Malcolm raised his legs, toes curling, heels digging into the mattress he thrust his cock into the tightening vice that was his fist. One, two, three thrusts is all it took. Malcolm exploded on the upswing of the third thrust, covering his hand, chest and abdomen in warm, sticky, cum. He dropped his legs down flat on the bed and stretched as his orgasm rippled through his body. He released his cock, still oozing cum from its tip. He brought his coated hand up to his mouth and licked it clean. Once his hand was free of cum he got up and walked over to his en suite bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth from an undercounter cabinet he moistened it with warm water and cleaned himself up.
Malcolm admired his reflection in the bathroom mirror, at 40, he was in the best shape he had ever been. Fit, lean and muscular, Malcolm stood a solid 6ft in height. He stayed in shape by going to crossfit religiously, eating healthy and running the occasional 5k. He ran his hand through his hair abdomen and chest, luxuriating in the silky feel of his hairy body, which he preferred to keep trim. Once cleaned of his spent cum, Malcolm made his way back to bed and returned to sleep.
The school was a bustle of activity and noise. Groups of kids roamed the halls and walkways immersed in their worlds, barely aware of the others around them. Between these groups an occasional outlier would fly by, the lone student or faculty, that moved about like an asteroid devoid of an orbit. Diego plunged into this fray as the outlier on a daily basis, but, his fate as a lonely celestial body was slowly coming to an end. He had agreed to continue with the swim team and, as such, was slowly making friends.
Diego made his way through the crowds on his way to the gym. Today marked his first official day of swim team practice. As Diego walked into the gym, he caught sight of his friend Cory.
"Hey dude!" Cory said as they walked into the locker area.
"Hey Cory!"
"Sweet that you made the team dude, you're gonna love it."
"I hope so," Diego said, giving his friend a half-smile. The two got lockers next to each other and started putting their school items up. Diego stripped out of his school clothes oblivious to the stares that his friend was giving him. It was a well-known secret that Cory was gay, his coming out story was not one filled with bullying and shame, instead while he didn't actively announce his preferences, those who knew encouraged and embraced his difference, and that extended to the bulk of his teammates. Those who had an issue with him simply made it a point to avoid him and just let him do his thing. His thing was being one of the team's best swimmers along with being their top diver.
Cory tried to be as surreptitious as he could as he watched Diego's light caramel skin come into view, his toned upper body was surprisingly blemish free, a light coating of body hair sprouted from his chest and underarms, but, beyond that he was fairly smooth. As Diego lowered his uniform khaki's, Cory was presented with two round glutes encased in black UnderArmour spandex. His eyes traced the cloth covered contours of his friend's ass. With his back still to him, Diego hooked his thumbs on his waistband and dropped his underwear, pooling at his ankles, stepped out of them, Cory watched intently the movement of the muscles performing that simple task.
Diego half-turned towards his sports bag to grab one of his old training suits. In that moment, Cory, was able to get a full view of what Diego was packing. His brown pubic bush framed a beautiful uncircumcised penis that hung down about 6 inches flaccid, Cory, swallowed, a bit envious of his friend. Diego slipped on an fading royal blue drag suit and slowly pulled it up his legs, oblivious to what he was doing to his friend. As he slipped the suit up his thighs he brought his hand forward and cupped his balls and penis so that they rested comfortably in the suit. As he slipped his hand out he heard Cory stammer out a "Nice suit dude." Diego smiled and looked over at his friend who stood near him naked from the waist up.
"Thanks," he said with a smirk on his face, then, squinting his eyes and raising an eyebrow, "Umm why aren't you ready, yet?"
Cory snapped out of his trance.
"Oh, yeah...will meet you out there." He said in a slightly frantic tone, turned himself around and began to change into his practice suit.
Practice wasn't particularly onerous that afternoon, Mr. Warner had them out of the pool for the first half of it going over housekeeping items for both the junior-varsity and varsity teams. Both teams would have the options of designating swimmers to fill out the water polo and diving components as well. Ready to face his fears head on, Diego, agreed to be a part of the varsity diving team to help round out the team. Cory shot him a quick smile and clapped him on the back.
Once all the housekeeping matters had been addressed Mr. Warner had the assembled students get into the pool, splitting them of by junior-varsity and varsity, and proceeded to put them through the paces. Mr. Warner intently studied the swimmers looking to identify strengths and weaknesses that he would then exploit to the betterment of the swimmers and the teams. As he walked around the pool, he couldn't help that his eyes continued to be drawn back to Diego, the boy, he realized, was an excellent swimmer, but, he would have to watch him to spot any signs of anxiety.
Diego sliced through the water like a hot knife through butter, he tried to keep his mind clear and not dwell on the memories past, but, swimming was a sport where you had time to think as you moved through the water. He actively tried to stay focused on the task at hand and his breathing. He was sharing the lane with Colin and Aidan, fellow teammates he had only met today, and he had already started lapping them as they went through the workout that Mr. Warner indicated. As he came up on his last length of the 400 meter swim they had been given, his eyes drifted across the shimmering blue of the pool. The water agitated frothy white with the swimmer's movements. This world was silent and fluid, Diego could feel the water drag against him as he moved through it. All around him he saw kicking legs, swinging arms and bulges in various places.
Touching the wall, Diego, looked up to see the muscular form of Mr. Warner standing above him. Form this vantage point the bulge in his Speedo seemed obscenely large to Diego, he wondered how the school let him get away dressing like this, but, Diego thought he certainly wasn't going to tell. Mr. Warner smiled at down at Diego and came down to a crouch, this put his bulge right in Diego's line of sight. Diego licked his lips ever so slightly.
"How you doing, kiddo?" Mr. Warner asked.
"I'm ok, Coach," Diego said, "I'm actually starting to realize I missed the water." he added. It was true, Diego, really did miss swimming, he had taken to sport from an early age, his father would tease him that he was part dolphin when he was little, as quickly as he recalled the memory, Diego, tried to banish it from thought, if he started thinking of the past he would begin to see shapes in the water, shapes he did not care to see.
"Atta boy, well you let me know if you need anything, ok, kiddo. Now get started on a 1600 individual medley."
Diego groaned at having to swim 400 meters of each stroke. The 400 butterfly would kill him, as that was his weakest stroke. Not to mention the fact that he felt like he drank half the pool water when he swam it. As he kicked off from the wall he could hear Coach Warner yelling at the swimmers.
Three hours later Diego emerged from the pool, spent and hungry. As the team made their way to the locker-room, Coach Warner called out the names of the junior varsity and varsity divers and had them hang back on the pool deck.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Coach started. "Thank you for agreeing to take on the added challenge of being on your respective diving squads. I truly appreciate the additional sacrifice you will all be undertaking." he said, a smattering of groans could be heard coming from the students.
"As you maybe aware there is currently only one coach for all the aquatics teams and you are looking at him. Because of the shortage, I have agreed to lengthen my days even more by agreeing to give the diving teams the additional guidance they need to truly succeed. As such, the diving squads will be required to attend morning practice sessions on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.'
A collective groan went up from the students.
"Now, now, It won't be all bad. Practices will begin at 6am and will run until 8:00am. During the afternoon practice of those Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, you will warm up with you respective teams and then you will proceed to the diving pool to practice your dives, or, you will head into the gym to work on your tumbling to help you perfect your dives. Are we clear on this?'
A few mumbled yes' emerged from the students.
"I said, Are we clear on this?" Coach Warner boomed out.
The students in unison responded in the affirmative. He dismissed them and the students made their way to the locker room.
As Diego entered the men's locker room, he was assaulted by the post workout din of students. His fellow teammates were laughing, yelling and cavorting about. The new members tried to engage, but, most were still finding their place in the social order of the team. As Diego walked up to his locker next to Cory, Aidan spotted him and yelled out "Dolphin Diego", the boys around Diego laughed at the nickname.
Aidan, a senior, walked up to Diego and punched him lightly on the shoulder, "Welcome to the team, dude, you were blazing fast out there, you trying to make us senior's look bad?"
A hush fell on the crowd as they awaited Diego's response, "Not at all man," he started, "I was just trying to help you and Colin out by showing you how swimmer's are actually supposed to move through the water." He ginned toothily at Aidan.
You could hear a pin drop before Aidan and the rest of the team exploded in laughter, "Oh, Dolphin Boy has jokes." he said moving away to finish dressing. Diego and Cory both changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbing his stuff, he began to say his goodbye's to Cory, when Cory said he would walk out with him. Cory was beginning to feel nervous next to his new friend, he was finding it difficult to carry a conversation, which, usually was a rare thing for him, his chattiness was a well known trait.
"Hey, did you need a ride home?" Cory asked him as the boys made their way to the parking lot that was adjacent the school's swimming complex.
"Aww, thanks man, but don't sweat it, my uncle should be picking me up."
"Oh...ok,"
Cory's awkwardness was magnified as Aidan walked past them and said, "C'mon fairy, we need to go home." He continued walking towards a black mustang that was parked in the lot.
Cory flushed bright red, as Diego stared at him wide-eyed. "Umm yeah...so I gotta go," he said and ran after Aidan, not daring to venture a look back at his friend.
Diego wasn't sure what had just happened, but, he had a feeling Aidan had just outed Cory to him. Not knowing how to react, Diego began to chuckle, slipping his phone out of his pocket he called up Cory's number and sent him a quick text.
It's all cool dude...guess we are teammates in more than one way.
Diego was surprised at how easily it was to admit his true nature, not that he was conflicted or torn about it. It was just who he was, how he had always felt. But, he didn't necessarily feel the need to broadcast it. His phone vibrated with a response.
Thanks man, my brother can be a douche sometimes.
No sweat...all good.
Diego heard a familiar honk, looking up he saw Malcolm's matte black jaguar approach him, slipping his phone back into his pocket he gathered his backpack and gym bag and climbed into the car.
The drive home was uneventful, Diego briefed Malcolm on all the going's on at school and his participation with the diving squad. Malcolm groaned as he heard about the 6am practice time and dropped a hint that Diego might be ready to start learning how to drive. Diego instantly perked up and asked if Malcolm was being serious. Malcolm looked at him with a smile and said, "as a heart attack." Diego shouted with joy and punched the roof of the Jaguar lightly earning him a half-hearted scolding from Malcolm.
The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust particles suspended in the air, Diego watched, transfixed, as the particles swirled and bobbed in the light. A hand sliding against his back broke him out of his trance. The classroom he was sitting in suddenly came crashing back to reality. Diego jumped slightly at the touch, as the strong, rugged hand slid across his polo and came to rest on his shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. The beautiful bearded face of Mr. Warner suddenly came into view.
"Have you decided to rejoin the class, son," he said looking directly into Diego's brown eyes. Diego felt himself flush under his Coach's intense gaze.
"Umm...yeah," Diego said stammering.
"Ok, then." Diego felt flush with flames as Mr. Warner's hand slid across his upper back as his Coach walked away back to the front of the class.
Diego refocused his attention on the math class for the remainder of the time, as the bell rang, students exploded out of their seats in a rush to the door. Diego, packed up his books letting the crowd at the door die down before attempting to leave.
"Diego, will you please hang back for a moment," Mr. Warner said as the class emptied, some of his fellow students oohed, the door banged shut as the last of them filed out of class. Diego walked up to the front of the class, unaware of how to react, now that he was alone with the object of many a late night fantasy.
"Diego, I hope everything is ok with you," Mr. Warner said looking at Diego with his hazel eyes, Diego suppressed a shudder as he stared at him before turning his eyes away.
"Sorry, Mr. Warner, it's just that I got lost on the material and well, I lost focus."
"Hmm, well I don't want you falling behind, you know that if you need me to go over something again I will always be happy to do it, after all you are here to learn,"
"Well, math was never my strong point, much less Geometry." Diego said.
"Hmm, your grade could be better, and, if you're struggling, well, I'm here to help. How about some tutoring after swim practice." Mr. Warner asked.
"That would be great, Coach, thanks! Do you think we can start today? Because honestly, I kinda spaced out the minute I walked into class." Diego said.
Mr. Warner chuckled at the admission and said sure, he sent Diego on his way with a note explaining his tardiness to his next instructor. Diego ran down the hall to get to his next class.
At lunchtime Diego was approached by some of the boys from the swim team and invited to eat with them. He was already acquainted with Colin and Aidan, as he greeted the other boys. Devon, Matthew, Eddie, Jason and Jeremy rounded out the group. Diego noticed that all the boys were seniors and wondered if something was off. The guys laughed at him and said that they were the IM club. Diego was still confused, Aidan proceeded to explain that, he, along with the rest of the guys tended to get picked to swim most of the relay, and, individual medley races, and with his performance at practice, that he was going to be a shoe-in to fill the void left by Tim who had graduated last year, and, as such, the IM Club were a group within a group.
Diego found himself slightly at ease with boys as they proceeded to stake a claim on one if the lunchroom tables. He didn't fail to notice that all the members of the IM Club were extremely fit and attractive. Diego could feel himself flush occasionally as their lunch hour progressed. Diego noticed how other members of the swim team sat around them but weren't truly included in the conversations, or, how the occasional cheerleader would buzz by to say hi to the IM Club members. Similarly it was the IM Club who seemed to have the most friends in other sports.
As the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, the sound of chairs and tables shuffling filled the air. Students screamed and hollered and generally went about making a noisy din as they made their way to class.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. As Diego stepped out onto the pool deck he spotted Cory already in the pool warming up. Diego walked over and jumped into the same lane as his friend. Cory swam towards the wall, from his vantage point he could see two long slender legs treading water, the bulge in the black brief style speedo, filled his field of view, and, despite the cool water, set his body afire. His own penis suddenly filling with blood.
As Cory reached the wall, he stopped and looked at his lane companion, he smiled toothily as he saw that Diego was in the water with him.
"Hey dude," Cory said removing his goggles.
"Hey, where have you been hiding?" Diego asked.
Cory flushed in embarrassment, he had purposely avoided Diego most of the day today, despite the text saying they were cool, Cory didn't know what to make of his feelings. He knew he liked Diego, and, he now knew that he was gay, but, hadn't Diego hinted at that as well? With his stomach all aflutter and his head filled with confusion, Cory, decided that the best way to deal with it was avoidance.
"Oh, just around." he responded.
Diego smiled at Cory, the blond blue eyed boy was stunningly beautiful when he was flustered and he gave Diego the warm fuzzies.
"Lane buddies?" Diego asked, putting on and adjusting his goggles. Cory nodded in agreement, both boys smiling at each other.
Diego pushed off the wall and cleaved through the water before surfacing mid-way through the pool and exploding into a freestyle stroke. Cory watched from the wall as Diego swam to the opposite wall, his spray catching the sunlight, making him shimmer as he moved through the pool.
As Diego approached the wall he prepared his body to go into a flip turn and head back down the pool. Bending his body at the waist, he twisted around so his feet made contact with the wall, pushing off, Diego propelled through the resistance caused by his wake. A flurry of bubbles surrounded his view, looking up for a moment, sunlight reflected on the pool's surface, reminding him of a different place. Diego felt a stab of panic enter his body, he floundered in his stroke, bubbles filled the water around him and he flailed in the water as he felt himself overtaken with the fear of drowning. He kicked his feet harder, his hands beat at the water around him, but, he felt as if he was going no where, Diego's head broke the surface of the pool, he gasped for air.
He searched for an exit from the pool but all the walls and ladders seemed far away. Cory seeing the distress his friend was in took of like a bullet to get to him. Diego began to feel himself hyperventilate, suddenly he felt something brush against him and a strangled scream left his body, causing water to rush in as he thrashed about.
"It's ok, Diego, calm down, bud, I'm here." he heard Cory suddenly at his ear trying to calm him down. His friend's voice helped him remember where he was and using it as an anchor was able to guide himself back to sanity. Cory, placed his arm around Diego and side stroked them to the wall. Diego could feel Cory's warmth seep into him and he sunk into the comfort his friend was providing. As they reached the wall, Cory, pushed Diego up and out of the pool.
Once on the pool deck, Diego lay back on the warm concrete, turning to his side he coughed up all the water he had swallowed, Cory's hand rubbed against his back, Diego could feel his presence crouched next to him. He heard him repeating that everything was going to be ok. Diego closed his eyes and wanted to believe that.
Finally gaining his composure, Diego looked around the pool deck, it was fairly empty, thankfully, since practice still hadn't officially started. Cory helped Diego up from the ground and said, "C'mon man let's go have a quick soak before practice starts."
The boys made their way over to the large in-ground jacuzzi hot tub that most of the swimmers used pre and post swim practice. Diego and Cory sank into the luxuriating heat and felt their muscles instantly relax. The boys sat next to each other, Cory's hand continuing to rub Diego's broad back. Diego sank into the comfort that his friend was giving him, flushed from the heat of the water and with desire for his friend, Diego's hand came to rest on Cory's thigh beneath the water. The touch, hidden from view by the churning water, sent shivers through Cory. Not being rebuffed, Diego's hand began to caress Cory's thigh, creeping steadily up to his swim briefs.
Cory's cock began to respond, it strained, swollen against the lycra of the Speedo he wore. A small moan escaped him as Diego's hand brushed against his erection. Diego, grasped his friend's bulge through his swimsuit and squeezed. Cory gasped as he tried not to draw too much attention to them. He batted his Diego's hand away, smiling at him, "Guess you're feeling better."
Diego smiled back at Cory, "Yeah, tons, thanks." he said adding a wink at the end and proceeded to step out of the hot tub. Looking back at Cory, "You coming?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
Cory, flushed with desire and embarrassment, "Yeah, just need a minute." he responded taking a few deep breaths and staying half-hidden in the water so that no one would notice his throbbing erection.
With practice officially underway, Diego, tried to keep focused on the task at hand so as not to let his mind wander. It helped that he and Cory were sharing a lane, however, he also stopped attempting flipturns, something his Coach picked up on.
As practice came to an end, Diego went up to Coach Warner to see if the offer for tutoring was still good. Coach smiled at him and said, "Absolutely. Meet me in the classroom when you finish up."
Diego walked into the nearly empty classroom a few minutes later. He was dressed in a pair of running pants and a t-shirt. He spotted Mr. Warner sitting at his desk, who was still in his swim team uniform. Diego, flushed with desire as he saw the man's bulging muscles, hairy chest and pits coming out of the tank top. He walked over and sat in one of the desks in front of Mr. Warner.
"Ok, son, what is it that I can help you with?" Coach Warner asked Diego, his hazel eyes locking onto the boy.
Diego, flushed and looked away, he fumbled with his book bag as he drew out his Geometry book and notes. "Umm...umm...well to be honest Coach," he said, "I just don't get this whole new set of problems. The whole proportional thing and cross products."
Coach Warner stood up from the desk and walked over to sit next to Diego. If Diego hadn't been staring down at his book he would have noticed that his coach still wore his Speedo. As he sat down next to Diego, Diego saw the fur covered legs and the bulging pouch that strained the Speedo. Diego suddenly found it incredibly hard to concentrate on math and his cock was beginning to respond. He wasn't wearing any underwear underneath his run pants so his erection was going to be hard to hide.
"Ok, let's tackle this." he said to Diego, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. Diego, could feel his temperature rise. He was trying to avoid looking at the masculine beauty that was his teacher. Mr. Warner let his hand rest on Diego's shoulder as he drew nearer the boy to look at the math problems. He tried to walk Diego through steps to solve the equations, but, he noticed Diego still stumbling. Aware of Diego's state of arousal, Mr. Warner knew that he would have to take this situation in hand to help them both out.
"Son," he said, rubbing his hand across Diego's back, "I think we need a break, so that you can refocus. I have a feeling that this is keeping you from concentrating." He dropped the hand that was rubbing Diego's back onto his thigh. Diego's erection went to full mast the minute the man's hand settled onto his thigh. Mr. Warner rubbed his hand slowly across the silky fabric of Diego's run pants. Diego shivered as the hand moved up his leg. Fingers grazed against his throbbing cock. The large meaty hand palmed his erection. Diego gasped as his coach dragged his hand across his cock.
Coach Warner began to massage Diego's cock through his running pants. Diego whimpered and moaned as his coach's strong, manly hand squeezed and pumped his cock. Diego's hand tentatively crept to his coach's hairy leg, coming to a rest on his knee.
"That's it, son," Coach Warner said spreading his legs and scooting down on the seat to give Diego access to his Speedo covered crotch. Diego squeezed his coach's knee.
"Go on, boy. Put your hand on what you really want." Coach whispered breathily into Diego's ear, his voice filling Diego with lust, he couldn't stop shaking.
Diego's hand slowly crept up his coach's leg until the back of his hand brushed against the hot bulging cock that was trapped inside his coach's speedo. Diego placed his hand on his coach's bulge, he could feel the heat radiating off his coach's cock. He squeezed the massive bulge. Coach Warner groaned deeply as Diego's hand made contact with his cock. He turned his head and ran his tongue against the 15 year old's ear. Diego shivered as the hot breath made contact with his skin and rushed around his ear.
Coach Warner grabbed Diego's chin and turned him towards him before covering his lips with his. His tongue parting Diego's lips and entered his mouth probing and sliding along Diego's. Diego felt chills course through his body as his coaches mustache and beard rasped against his lips and cheeks.
"Let's get a little more comfortable, son," Coach said, standing up he pulled Diego towards a table in the far corner of the room. The table had the distinct advantage of being out of the line of sight of anyone who walked by the door. Diego felt the table press against his legs, trembling with anticipation, he gazed up at Coach Warner's hazel eyes when he didn't push him onto the table.
Coach's eyes were filled with lust as he looked Diego up and down. This boy had filled his dreams since he had met him and he had to have him, but, he wanted Diego to want it, to crave it, to beg for it, only then, if Diego played the role of instigator could their actions not be labeled. Diego looked up at the imposing figure of his Coach standing before him, his cock bulging obscenely in his Speedo's. Coach Warner moved in closer to Diego, his cock grazing against the teenagers abs.
"Go on son, show me how I can help," The rich, baritone voice sending shivers down Diego's spine.
Diego reached out and placed his hand on Coach Warner's chest. His hand palmed the massive pec before him, grazing the nipple that harden under his hand, feeling the fur that sprung from there. He slid his hand down the tank top, the silky smooth feel of the Lululemon tank making it easier for the hand to glide down. His hand came to a stop on Coach's hip bone, his fingers traced the waistband of the Speedo, slipping below the hem of the tank top, slowly, Diego moved his hand back up luxuriating in the feel of the man's hairy torso. He brought his other hand forward to join in the fun.
As Diego's hands crept Coach's torso, they pushed the tank top high up his form. Until his furry abs were exposed. Diego leaned in and inhaled the manly scent that was coming off the man. Diego's hands pushed the tank top until it rested above his furry pecs. Diego rested his head in the valley Coach's pecs made. Coach brought his arms around and held Diego in a tight hug, this man made him feel safe, this man gave him warmth, and Diego wanted the strength that this man carried within. Diego extended his tongue and searched the dense forest of hair for Coach's nipple. His tongue rasped over the hard nub when he found it and latched onto it. He began to suckle at the nipple like a babe. Coach gasped and moaned at the sensations Diego's mouth and tongue were giving him. If the boy kept this up he would cream himself in his Speedo's.
Coach's hands began to roam up and down Diego, he slipped one under the waistband of the boys running pants, cupping Diego's buttock before kneading it and sliding his fingers along his crack. Diego hot breath and whimpers exploded against his chest. Coach was on fire and he feared he might not be able to control himself. Slipping both hands into Diego's pants he squeezed and separated the boy's ass, before moving his hands around so that the boy's pants fell down around his legs, the tapered legs stopped the pants from falling all the way off, catching on Diego's thighs. Coach groaned at the sight of the boy in a t-shirt with his pants around him and his large 6.5 inch cock and the brown nest of pubic hair it was sprouting from. "That's quite a tool you're carrying, son," Coach said. Diego flushed with pride and embarrassment all at once.
Coach knelt down infront of Diego, his hand came up and fondled the boy's balls, Diego shuddered and had to put his hand on Coach's shoulder so he wouldn't fall over, "Beautiful," he heard coach say, before his mouth engulfed Diego's cock.
Diego exhaled a moan as he felt the warm, hot, wet embrace of Coach's mouth on his cock. The feelings the moist cavern was causing him were sublime, then he felt Coach's beard scrape along his thighs and he stifled a bark of pleasure. Coach's swirling tongue and scraping beard were too much stimulation for Diego, and, he exploded into Coach's mouth.
His cum shot forth strong and watery. It filled Coach's mouth and threatened to spill forth if he didn't start swallowing. And swallow he did. The nutty, ammonia taste of the boy's cum slid down his throat and warmed him on its way to his stomach. Diego unleashed enough protein down his throat that he was sure he would be able to skip dinner tonight.
Diego spasmed above him, both hands on his shoulders to keep from falling to the ground. This was his biggest load ever, he thought, as his cock began to pump out the last remaining strands from his thoroughly drained balls. Coach's tongue swirled around his shaft and stabbed at his meatus in an effort to collect every single drop of cum from the boy. Removing his mouth from Diego's cock, he stood back up, grabbing Diego's face in his hands he brought him into a ravishing kiss, Diego, could taste himself on Coach's lips, his tongue, possessed by a will of its own, probed and scraped coach's mouth for more of his delicious cum.
Diego's next move surprised both him and Coach. Pulling away from Coach's passionate kiss, Diego moved his hands to Coach's Speedo and pulled at the drawstring that held the suit in place, releasing the knot, he ran his hands along the inside of the suit before pulling it down off the man's waist. A mighty 10 inch cock sprang into view. It was everything Diego had ever dreamed of. Nearly as long as his forearm and almost as wide as his wrist, Diego's mouth drolled at the sight of the manly cock. The cock bobbed in the space between them, Diego turned around and bent at the waist, his torso resting on the table, he presented Coach his ass.
Coach groaned and bit his lip as he saw Diego present to him his beautiful light caramel globes. He could see the reddish brown hole of his back entrance wink with anticipation through a light dusting of hair. Stepping out of his Speedo's, Coach closed the gap between the two, nestling his throbbing, dripping cock along the cleft of Diego's ass, he rested his torso on the boy's back.
"Are you sure, son?" he whispered huskily into the boy's ear. Diego's response was simply to rub his ass along the shaft that lay between his cheeks. Man and boy groaned in delight.
"I'm not gonna lie, kid, but, this is going to hurt." Coach said as he spit into his hand and rubbed saliva and phlegm onto his cock. Then spitting directly onto Diego's ass he began to press his large mushroom head against Diego's virginal hole.
Coach was right, Diego thought, as an intense searing pain gripped him, he panted like a bitch in heat, but, tried to stay calm and kept bearing down on the cock so as to loosen his sphincter for the incoming missile. Diego gasped in pain, squeezing his eyes shut, he whimpered, but, despite the pain, his body yearned for the dick that was ripping his ass in half.
"Ah...ah...ah," he panted as the unrelenting onslaught of the cock continued.
He was hypersensitive at this moment and the glaring fluorescent lights overhead seemed overly bright. He could smell the wood grain of the laminated table beneath him. His body rippled with shivers, his leg hairs stood at attention with static electricity as they felt the presence of the man standing behind him. The center of his universe became his asshole, he could feel every stretch the ring of his ass made to accommodate the massive cock entering him. He could feel every vein on the cock with his tunnel walls, the agony of them scraping against him. He felt the pleasure of the head sliding along his prostate magnified a thousand fold.
He grimaced, clenched and moaned, but, Diego refused to cry out in agony, or, defeat. He wanted this alpha male to mount and breed him. No, he needed it. This man who made him feel safe, the way his father used to, this man would get the ultimate token of his love. Diego's virginal ass was on fire, legs trembling, by the time he felt Coach Warner's thighs against the back of his. He gasped as Coach bottomed out in his ass. Coach's heavy balls tapping against his sending waves of joyful pain through him.
"I'm all the way in, son." Coach whispered into his ear. His weight deliciously pressing him into the table. "That's my good boy," he said licking Diego's ear. He gasped in pleasure, while feeling agony radiating from his ass,
What happened next nearly sent Diego into a paroxysmic fit. Coach hunched his hips forward driving his erection further into Diego, before slowly pulling out and plunging back in. Diego tired to arch his back in ecstatic agony but Coach's weight rendered him immobile on the table beneath. The slow steady sawing motion of Coach's hips drew Diego's breath out of him in fits and gasps. Coach could feel the boy's legs tremble and spasm beneath him, but, he was so close to exploding. Diego's tight, virgin tunnel was squeezing the cum out of him, he gasped as his dick slid in and out of the hot velvety embrace.
"Oh my god, son," Coach whispered into Diego's ear, "You are so tight."
He began to piston his hips a little quicker in and out of Diego's ass. The sound of Diego's gasps were music to his ears, he raised his torso up off the boy and began to drive his cock into him with more force, Diego whimpered beneath him. Placing one hand in the middle of the boy's developing traps and the other on his hip bone, he began to pull him back into him every time he drove his cock into his ass. Diego gasped and moaned with pain and pleasure beneath him. His asshole was a white hot burning ember in his body. The sound of slapping flesh began to fill the room and Diego felt Coach's cock swell with his impending explosion. His already stretched hole and tunnel threatened to falter against the battering ram that was Coach's dick.
Thrust...
Thurst...
Thurst...
Diego could feel himself rocking against the table as Coach's cock pistoned into him.
Faster...
In...
Out...
In...
Out...
The head scraping against his prostate was too much for Diego to bear, he was on the verge of fainting, but, at the same time his body tingled with electric joy. He felt Coach stiffen behind him and then,
"Oh son, I'm cumming," he gasped as he unleashed a torrent of cum into his ass. It was his biggest load ever, he thought, as he fired off rope after rope of cum deep into Diego's bowels. Diego, gasped for air as he felt the hot cum course through his tunnel, the exploding cock jerked and tapped against his prostate and then he was cumming again. His second load exploded out of his hard cock and sprayed the table bottom and the floor below, his cock jerked in time to the taps Coach's cock was giving his prostate. His cum dribbled on to his thighs and running pants as his balls drained themselves dry.
Behind him, Coach, shuddered in orgasm. His body trembled and spasmed as the orgasm began to wane. Post-coital bliss was beginning to set-in. He draped himself back over Diego, kissing his neck, he whispered into his ear.
"That was incredible, son. Think you are ready to concentrate on math now?"
Diego, exhausted and spent, managed a breathy response.
"Yeah."