This is a work of pure fiction. I hope you enjoy. --Jeff
Swimming Lessons Chapter One
I have always been a little different, and I'm not talking about the fact that I'm thirty-nine and gay. I've never been comfortable with the status quo, which always upset my family, but I didn't care.
I always knew I was gay as long as I could remember. I was attracted guys from an early age. When I was a kid, I would always sneak in my mother's private chest where she kept her playgirls. I made the mistake of hiding them under my mattress, and she found them one day; I should have known; they had a bad habit of sneaking through my stuff. We never talked about it, but that's when she discovered my secret, but she always had hope, and she would pray to her god that I would become straight; my God doesn't view being gay a sin, but beautiful thing.
Growing up in the south was never easy. People picked on my about my homosexuality, but I didn't give a damn about them. My sister, Kate, was my biggest support; she never judged me, and she always thought it was her mission in life to find me a boyfriend, but she would always keep her boyfriends away from me; I'm not sure why. We didn't turn out exactly like our parents wanted. She got pregnant her senior year in high school which disappointed them very much. It was hard enough for them to have a son who is gay, then to find out their oldest child was having sex and got pregnant. They were felt like bad parents. The truth of the matter was they were embarrassed because they become the talk of the town, like many families before them.
The hardest part of living in the south is the ignorance. I know who I am, and I'm not going to apologize for it. After high school, I decided to stay home; I always knew I would. Someone needed to take care of my parents as they got older. I decided to go to the local college where I majored in education, specifically English. I teach college now and enjoy every bit of it, but my life hasn't always been this "bed or roses" people make out to be. While I was in graduate school, my sister died of leukemia, and she left me sole custody of her seven year old son, Matt, who I love like a son. Matt and I have already had an honest relationship.
My parents were furious over her decision. They didn't feel I was mature enough to raise him; they were afraid my "gayness," as my father says it, would rub off on him, but he's straight as a flag pole. Our relationship changed after the custody battle. When I was awarded sole custody, they didn't want to have much to do with me or Matt.
Matt is now a good looking a gentleman who continues to break the hearts of girls. He's a coach at the high school. He teaches baseball and swimming, and when schools out, he supervises the community pool where they offer lessons for anyone in the community. I never knew this summer would change my life.
It all began on the first day he and the college students were offering six weeks of swimming lessons. I knew all of the students but one; he was a transfer moving from the big city. The college wanted me to teach the students, who failed English for the year, but I didn't have anything special planned, and I could use the money.
As I was walking to the community pool, there was Matt giving instructions to his workers. He's a wonderful leader, and he could have gone places, but I'm glad he stayed home. He took up where his mother left off, trying to find me a boyfriend.
He notices me walk towards them; he smiles and waves at me. I smile and wave back; everyone looks at who he's waving at. Everyone in our small community is nosy, which probably goes without saying.
I arrive at the entrance gate to the pool. They have to keep a fence around it to keep kids from accidentally drowning. The community members who signed up their kids for lessons stare at me, and I stare back. I know every single one of them and their dirty secrets. The men are nervous and afraid I'm going to tell their wives their secrets, and the wives hate me because I can give their husbands something they cannot.
I find me a chair away from the parents and wait for Matt to finish up. I look over his workers. I've had every one of them in my English class. They're all quite intelligent if they would just apply themselves. For example, Tom has been working for Matt ever since high school. His parents expected him to become rich and famous, but he just wants to be a police officer, so he's working on a degree so he can become detective one day. The only problem I had with him was his lack of interest in my class. One day I had enough, and he and I had a confrontation. I failed his final paper because I knew he didn't do the work; he made his girlfriend do it, so he came into my office and started yelling at me. I explained to him that he deserved the grade, and then he proceeded to inform me I'm like his parents, that I expected too much from him. I explained to him that I did, and he wasn't a stupid person, but if he wanted to be a detective, he needed to know how to write and speak, but it wasn't that confrontation that changed our relationship. I knew when the grades were mailed out, so I decided to go by their home to speak with him; I was worried about him; I know his parents really well; his dad wasn't going to respond well when he saw the grade. His family owned one of the biggest farms in the area; they were rich people. When I arrived, I heard some screaming and crying in the barn. I quickly ran and found Tom being beaten by his father over the grade. I know he wasn't my son, but I just couldn't let his father continue with his actions, so I interfered. I gave him a beating he would never forget; I shouldn't have done it, but Tom started coming around a lot after that, and I don't think his father touched him ever again.
I've very proud of my students. They are good kids, but they're still kids. They've got to learn like we all had too.
"Okay, everyone," says Matt. "Let's have a good time these six weeks." The workers take their kids and jump in the pool and start teaching them. Matt walks over to me and gives me a hug.
"Hi Uncle Scott," he says. "I'm so glad you stopped by this morning."
"I have an hour before my class starts, and I wanted to see you. It looks like you have a good group this summer."
"These are the ones I trust with the kids."
"Who's the new guy?"
"His name is Chris."
I look at Chris in his red swim shorts and shaved head. He's got a beautiful smile. He stands in the pool playing with the kids.
"How did you find out about him?"
"He's transferring here next year. Other than that, I don't know much about it. Do you like him? Would like to see if he'll go out with you?"
"Absolutely not," I inform him. "I don't need my nephew to hook me up."
"Someone's got to do something. You have yet to get a boyfriend. I don't think I'll ever get you married and out of the house."
"I've had relationships."
"No, you met guys who just wanted to have sex. You and I both know you want something more."
"I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic."
"I wouldn't say you're hopeless. You just haven't found the right guy."
"Well, I sure hope he shows up quick, because I'm not getting any younger." I look at my watch and decide to go early into the office. "I guess I'll head off to work. Do you want to have lunch?"
"I finish here at two. Is that too late?"
"That'll be perfect. My last class ends at two."
"I'll see you then."
It takes me about five minutes to arrive at school. It's very quiet with all the students gone for the summer. I walk to my office to find a mess inside. I've got to spend some time cleaning up before the new semester begins.
I sit at my desk. I turn around and boot up my computer. As the computer boots up, I look at the pictures on my desk of my sister and me and Matt. I know we're not considered the most normal family, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Knock, knock," says Kyle.
"Hey, Kyle; what are you doing here? I thought you were taking the summer off."
Kyle is the newest and youngest member of our English staff. His focus is poetry, and he's quite the "hottie" as they young ladies in my class say. He's single which means hands off for the female students. I haven't had the chance to get to know him; his arrogance stops from doing so. I look over him; he's not looking to bad today. He's wearing blue jeans, a tee shirt, and glasses which I didn't know he wore.
"I was planning on it, but my life got changed this summer."
"Is that a good thing?"
"I don't know. I was planning on going to Greece with my partner, but he decided he wanted something different."
"What's that?"
"An older man," he says.
"I'm sorry. Who is it?"
"It's Dr. Howard."
"Oh, Kyle; I'm so sorry. Dr. Howard is notorious for charming the young guys."
"It's okay. I knew something was up. Our relationship was changing. I hope they're happy."
"I wouldn't. There's nothing worse than a broken heart. Trust me, I know. I've put a few curses on some boyfriends."
"Did they work?"
"Not really, but it made me feel fucking good." I work at cleaning off my desk. "What are you doing here Kyle?"
"I saw you walk by my office, so I thought I would come by and let you know I'll be here for the summer. I was wondering if you would like to get together and do something."
"I don't know Kyle. I've got a lot of plans with my nephew." "I'm sure Matt won't mind if you went out. It's not like he's your keeper."
"I'm not really looking at dating right now, Kyle."
"Who said anything about dating, Scott? I just want to have some fucking hot sex with you."
I wasn't sure I heard him correctly, but when I looked at him, he wasn't joking. "I'm not into one night stands."
"Don't give me that," he says. "We're fucking horny guys. We're always up for one night sex." He looks at his watch. "We have some time this morning."
I think about his offer. He's not a bad looking guy. Who am I kidding? He's fucking hot. I stand up and walk to the door to close and lock it. I begin to unbutton my shirt.
"I think we better get busy, because I'm fucking horny now, and I want to fuck your hot ass several times before class."
We walk towards each other. He grabs me and begins to kiss me passionately; he takes my breath away. I return his kiss touching his firm lips against mine. He begins to kiss and suck on my neck which sends chills all over my body. I continue to unbutton my shirt; he slides off to the floor. He starts to undo my belt; he unbuttons my pants, and they fall to the floor where he finds me wearing nothing underneath; my cock didn't need any time to get hard. I pull his shirt off and throw it to the floor. I begin to run my hands over his chest; it's an amazing chest. I slide my hands over his nipples massaging them trying to get them hard. I'm going to enjoy sucking on them. I run my hands down to his pants; I rub my hands against his crotch to find a hard bulge. I unzip his pants freeing his cock while he begins to nibble on my ear. He slides his jeans around his ankles and kicks them off. I pull him closer as we kiss more; I rub his hard cock against my hard cock. We grab each other's ass rubbing our cocks against each other. My cock slides over his balls. I begin to lick his nipples getting them hard; I gently bite on them chewing them which cause his hard cock to throb even more. He pulls my tee shirt over my head leaving around my neck. I move down his body kissing and licking him. I find his hard cock and begin to lick his hard cock. I slide my tongue up and down his hard cock. I slide my tongue over his head as I slide down his hard cock. I lick over his balls opening my mouth and slide his balls inside. I suck on them enjoying how he tastes. I continue licking his cock when I arrive at his head licking his precum. I slide his head in my mouth and begin to suck; he leans against my desk. I slide his hard cock deep in my mouth. I begin to suck his hard cock faster; he runs his fingers through my hair; he looks down to find my head bobbing sucking on his hard cock. I can feel his cock throbbing as I suck.
"Oh my God, Scott; I'm cumming."
I hold his cock head over my lips as he cums all over my face and lips. I suck on his head tasting his sweet cum in my mouth. I suck every drop cum out of his hard cock. I stand up and begin to kiss him; we share his cum. I lift him up and sit him on my desk. He spreads his legs, and I take his cum on my fingers and slide my finger his smooth hole. I lean down and start to lick his hole getting him wet. My cock is so fucking hard, so I stand back up and kiss him as I push my head inside his hole. He begins to moan. I slowly slide my hard cock deep in his hot ass; I can tell this is not the first time he's been fuck. He lays his legs on me as I fuck him. I slide deep inside him then I slide my hard cock out and thrust it back inside. I begin to fuck him really good filling his hot ass with my hard thick cock. My precum begins to squirt out inside him. He grabs my nipples and begins to play with them; he squeezes them which causes me to fuck him harder and harder and faster. We can hear my balls slapping his ass.
"Oh fuck, Kyle. Here I cum."
He pulls me closer to him and kisses me as I shoot my cum inside his hot ass. The sensation of cumming covers over our bodies. We wrap our arms around each other and hold each other until the sensation leaves us, which I hope doesn't. I love the feel of cumming especially in someone's hot ass.
"Oh my God, Scott; that was so fucking amazing. It's nice to hear the rumors are true."
"What rumors?"
"You're the talk of the school. I've always wondered what it was like to have your hard cock in my ass."
"I'm glad you like."
"Could we do this again?"
"We're about to do in a minute. Let me get my strength back."
We kiss each other again, but I'm so fucking horny. I grab him off my desk and turn him around. He leans over my desk. I slap his ass and watch his giggle; he's got an amazing round ass. Our cocks begin to get hard. I spread his ass cheeks, and I begin to slide my cock between his cheeks.
"Fuck me hard, Scott."
"Don't worry, I will. If you cum on my desk, you're cleaning up."
I begin to fuck him again this morning before class. It was the best way to start the summer session. I see this becoming a routine this summer.