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Subject: high school swim team High school swim team cajuncock If you’vereached this page you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction. It is the product of the author’s imagination and his sole property. It may not be reused or reprinted without his written permission. If you enjoy the stories on the web site please consider a donation: fty/donate. If you think this story is worth continuing please drop me a ail. High School Swim team-Juor year cajuncock Juor Year It was to be my last year of teaching, his juor year of high school. He was in my juor English class. It was an inner city school with a racially mixed student body. I’d realized that I’d lost the spirit that motivated my teaching. Also, it was the year after my lover had passed away. With his death I discovered that what I thought was a solid relationship was really just a fascade. My lover had been seeing another guy for 2 years. I was devastated, shaken to the core. That’s when Stephen came into my life. I was close to a breakdown and had taken to eating my lunch alone in my classroom. One day I was half heartedly trying to eat and correct the papers from the morng classes when he appeared at the door, lunch in hand. Stephen asked if he could join me since the cafeteria was loud and rowdy. I nodded for him to enter. Now this teen was tall, over 6 feet, with a light brown skin that seemed to shine, reflecting his bright personality. For a few minutes we ate in silence. Then he asked me about some item in the news. I was surprised that he even paid attention to the news. Most teens tended to ignore everything outside of sports and music. I commented on the news item and then asked him about sports. He was on both the school’s football and swim teams. I mentioned that I was just learng to swim in my 50s. He asked why? I explained that when I was his age the city did not have any pools for inner city kids to learn to swim. So at this late stage in life I was taking swim lessons at the local YMCA. I went on to describe life back in “the old days”. He was shocked! That lunch led to others. Over weeks he invited some of the other members of the swim team to join us, even one of the coaches. Most had no idea of the segregated past of their city. It got to be a lesson in civic history, even for the coach. Stephen was the star runng back on the football ankara türbanlı escort team. His coach hearing of my lunchtime civics lessons, arranged with the admistrators that the athletes would all be reassigned to my English classes. Since I had an interest in local history, most of the composition work centered on that aspect. I also began to attend the games and swim meets. The young swim coach, 26, invited me to the swim practices at a local pool. I demurred saying that my poor swimming skills would likely turn them into life saving exercises. He laughed and told me that it had been the idea of the team members. He suggested that life saving would be the least of my problems. So I began to join them at the pool after school 3 times a week. Now this pool only had dressing rooms for men and women. There were no separate facilities for the coaches. Most days the young coach and I would wait until the team showered and left before we’d shower and dress. I admired the young coach’s body. He was in his mid 20’s. His toned body attested to a rigorous exercise program. My own body showed the usual signs of age. I knew he was dating one of the female math teachers. So I had no interest in him as a sex object. Plus I was 36 years older. One day after swim practice, he explained that he had to leave early and asked if I could supervise the boys and get them out before locking up. I had nothing planned so I agreed. All went well. The boys rushed through their showers and dressing to go out. I was cleang up the locker room preparing to shower myself before leaving. I stripped off my speedo, grabbed a towel, and headed for the open shower area. As I turned the corner I heard a shower runng. I thought that in their rush one of the boys had foregotten and left it runng. I hung my towel up and walked into the shower area. There I found Stephen, his back turned to me. I noticed the rapid movement of his hand and immediately knew that he was jerking off. I stepped back a bit and made a grumble to let him know that he wasn’t alone. He turned just as I entered. His erect cock still at full mast as he turned. I stepped under the closest shower head and turned on the water. I ignored his erection and carried on small talk about nothing important. I glanced over to see that his cock tuzla escort was still stiff. Finally, Stephen spoke up “I know that I should be ashamed that you caught me. But I’m not. I waited here and wanted you to see me with a hardon. You don’t know what it’s been like being around you and not letting you know how much I want to share my body with you.” I was stunned and at a loss for words. But my own cock betrayed me going from soft to an instant very stiff erection. Seeing this Stephen walked over to me, his stiffness brushing against my own. He reached a hand behind my head pulling me to his lips. I responded by holding onto his shoulder. His lips touched my own. At first it was a gentle peck on my lips. Then pulling me tighter he forced his tongue into my mouth. For a split second I was in shock. Then I surrendered to his obvious need. My hand moved from his shoulder down to his hip pulling our bodies together. Our erections crushed together between us. In not time his other hand found my waist, holding me tightly against his body. We kissed for what seemed like minutes but was actually seconds. Releasing me, he mumbled “I’ve wanted that for so long. Each ght I jerked off imaging what it would feel like to hold your body against mine, to kiss your pouty lips. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid, afraid you’d reject me.” I didn’t know what to say to that confession. I began to shake all over before I could speak. Stephen had not let go of my body, holding me against his own stiffness. Finally, I looked into his pleading eyes. I knew that it was wrong, unprofessional. But I also knew that rejecting his profession of love would devestate him. I fumbled for a minute while pulling away. Regaing my composure, I said “We need to talk about this. Let’s go to the cafe in the market?” He looked wounded, he blushed but agreed. We quickly dried and dressed. I locked the pool up and we headed around the corner to the nerby cafe. I orderd a coffee while Stephen ordered a soda. Sitting at a table by the window neither of us spoke until finally, he looked up at me “Did I do something wrong?” he asked. I looked over at the hurt in his eyes and thought of all the times when I was a teen and had a crush but was too afraid to do anything about it. After pausing to sip my avrupa yakası ucuz escort coffee I said “No, you didn’t do anything wrong and yes, I’m flattered. But you must see the differences in our ages, our situations.” Silence took over as he digested my words. Finally, he looked up at me with the hint of a tear in his eyes, “I know that there is a difference in our ages. But over the past four months you’re all that I can think about. I’ve saved myself for the right person and I feel that the person is you. I want to give myself to you and only to you. I know that you may think I’m too young to decide this. I must confess that I talked to the coach about how I feel about a particular older man. I told him that I loved that man and wanted to give myself to him. He warned me of the legal implications and that the older man might not even have the same type of feelings.” I nodded my head with the sudden realization of why the coach had left me to lock up. I felt a deep emotion for Stephen. I knew that he had no adult male in his life. I also knew that a bond had been building between us over the past months. I reached over the table with the palm of my hand opened to him. He placed his hand in mine and smiled for the first time since we started talking. I knew that I had to continue to be the adult in this situation. But I also remember our two stiff erections in the shower. I began “So, I guess that we have to find a way for this problem to be resolved. What exactly do you want to do with my old body?” He grabbed my hand and laughed “I want everything that you can teach me,teach.” We fished our drinks. Each of us contemplating the future. I decided to drive him home with the understanding that we’d talk again before acting on our impluses. At his front porch he assured me that his mother was at work. Openg the door we stepped just inside the house. He closed the door and pulled me in for another deep kiss with our tongues battling. I felt his stiffness against my own. I pulled away telling him that I had to leave and that we both had to think about our situation. I promised that by the weekend, after Friday’s game, we’d get together again and perhaps one of us would have a clearer head to consider our options. He asked if he could spend Friday ght at my house- just as friends. I agreed knowing that having the muscled teen in my house, maybe in my bed, would be a severe temptation. We parted as we each thought about Friday. _____________________________________________________________________________ Ok, that’s it so far! Do you think that these 2 have a future? Let me know. Remember that fty needs you contributions to keep the site going

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