Swim Coach: A Novel

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by Sam E. Kraemer


  He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a report cover as he pecked me on the lips. "I've got all kinds of surprises in there so if you need something, just help yourself. Anyway, if you recall before we went to Cali for the weekend, we were stuck as friends. It would have been awfully fucking creepy for me to show up where you are all the time as just your friend. You're a smart guy. You'd have figured out I was obsessing over you, and you'd have filed a restraining order. I couldn't chance it."

  I laughed as I slipped my paper into the cover and slid the binder down to secure it. I put it into my backpack and powered down my computer. I was about to disconnect it from the printer when he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him onto the bed. "You're stalling on purpose, aren't you?"

  Apparently, I was a little too chatty, and my boyfriend was a lot horny. "What's the problem, Dupree?" I asked as I draped my body over his and pushed my erection into his without a moment's hesitation.

  "God, yes, but with fewer clothes, please," he whispered. I saw the hickey on his neck was a little faded and I couldn't have that, so I attached my lips to it to make sure that fucker was a nice, dark purple. I was surprised his stupid girl-friends hadn't mentioned his fading black eyes from the shit that happened in Cali, but those bitches were so fucking self-centered, it really wasn't surprising at all.

  "Babe, please. I really want to feel you inside me," he begged as I continued rutting against him.

  I rolled off and stood by the side of the bed. "Get up, get naked, and get ready to ride," I stated with a smirk.

  He looked at me with confusion, and I laughed as I pulled down the blankets on the bed. I started undressing as he stared at me. "Dre, in order for you to ride my aching cock, you need to take off your pants," I instructed as I dropped mine and stepped out of them having toed off my shoes earlier. I pulled down my boxers and climbed into the bed, aching cock fully on display. The things the man does to me…yeah.

  He quickly disrobed and crawled in next to me after he grabbed the lube and a condom from the bedside table, tossing them on his pillow next to where I was laying. He straddled my body, leaning forward as if he was doing a push-up and traced his tongue over my lips, causing me to shiver in anticipation. I'd only had sex with him once, and I was so looking forward to my second time.

  "Move up here and hold onto the headboard," I told him before I sucked his tongue into my mouth as I planned to do to his cock when I got him where I wanted him.

  "You sure, Colton?" He'd pulled away and was looking at me with concern. I knew what had him worried. If he was propped over me like I wanted, he'd effectively be pinning me down, but I was planning to at least give it a try.

  "Very." I reached over and grabbed the lube as he began moving up the bed. I squeezed some on my fingers and moved my left hand between his legs as he settled over my head, his cock bobbing in need right in front of me.

  I saw there was a bead of precum that was about to drip on me, so I slipped my tongue out and caught it, moaning at his taste. He groaned and I smiled.

  I moved my hand to his cheeks and slid a slick finger down his crack until I stopped at his tight hole. I circled my finger there for a second before slipping in the tip. I reached up with my right hand up and brought his cock down to my mouth, eagerly sucking it inside. "Fuck," he hissed. Oh, we will.

  I continued sucking him as I got him ready, and when he pulled back, I saw he'd opened his eyes and was breaking out in a sweat. "I'm ready, baby. I don't want to come like this…well, not this time."

  I kissed the head again and placed my hand on his chest, motioning for him to slip down my body. I grabbed the condom and quickly whisked it on. He moved down until he was hovering over it, and then he leaned down and kissed me again. "Can you take off your shirt? I love feeling your skin under my hands." I sat up enough to comply with his request, and when I laid back, he positioned my cock at his entrance and slowing worked me until his ass was resting on my hips and I was buried in heaven.

  He leaned forward and kissed me again, swirling our tongues together as I pinched his nipples, feeling them already hard. "God, Colton, that feels so fucking good."

  "Damn, you should feel it from my side," I teased.

  He slowly began to move on me, quickly driving me to the edge. I continued to tease his nipples as I kissed over his collarbone. He wasn't quiet at all, which surprised me. I was so fucking close, I thought about anything I could to try to keep from cutting it short. I hadn't developed his stamina yet because it was all new to me, but I was looking forward to practicing a lot more.

  "Andre, God, I'm trying to hold off. I'm so close," I confessed.

  He stopped completely, and I looked up at him, realizing I'd been staring at his twitching cock as it scraped over my abs in the pursuit of friction. "I'm going to lean back so your cock hits my prostate, okay? I just didn't want to do it without telling you. I'm putting my hands on your thighs, but I'm not pinning you down, okay?" he asked nervously.

  That pulled me back from the edge. The fact he wasn't free to pursue his release without a fucking tutorial drove me crazy. I didn't want it to be that way. God knew I wanted to be normal.

  "Babe, you do what you have to do. I'm fine. I love seeing you riding my cock, and if you change the angle, I'll just get a better view," I told him as I placed one hand on his thigh and wrapped my fingers around his weeping dick.

  I needed moisture, so I licked my hand and wrapped it around him again. He began moving as he leaned back, and he was bouncing on my cock in a gorgeous way which planted a lot of seeds in my mind I planned to broach with him another time.

  "Oh, fuck yeah," I groaned loudly as I continued to stroke him in time with what he was doing to me.

  "I'm…God, almost. Fuck, Colton, I can’t…"

  I felt the fire shoot through my body as I climaxed, and he yelled my name as he shot off on my chest in long ropes of white, marking me. He slowed down a bit, and then leaned forward and collapsed on my chest. "I'm…fuck, am I too heavy?" he whispered.

  I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back, ignoring the cum on my hand. At that point, we were going to have to shower anyway, so fuck it. "No, babe, you feel good on me. I love you, Dre."

  He looked up and smiled blissfully. "I love…" then he began laughing hysterically, causing me to reach down and grab the condom as I slipped from him.

  I wasn't sure what was so fucking funny, but it wasn't the reaction I expected at all. "What the fuck, Andre?" I asked, feeling a little pissed and more than a little embarrassed.

  "Oh, love, it's not you. It's an unfortunate uh…" He reached up and moved his hand through my hair, bringing it back and offering the evidence he'd not only painted my chest, he'd apparently got my hair, too.

  I started laughing with him. He climbed off and grabbed the t-shirt he'd been wearing, brushing it through my hair and then down my chest. I took off the condom and tied it, dumping it into a tissue and placing it on the side table as I sat up. "It's supposed to be a good hair product, isn't it?" I teased, giving him an old movie reference.

  That brought more laughter from both of us. He wiped his chest and started to lie down on the bed before I stopped him, grabbing another tissue and wiping his back. "Jesus, how'd it end up on my back?"

  I was still laughing. "I had some on my hand. We need to shower anyway," I replied.

  He pulled me up and grabbed the trash from the side table as we opened the door and went to the bathroom. Before he closed the door, we both heard, "Thank fuck," yelled from the living room.

  It was Lance, and it brought another round of laughs from us. It was good to be able to laugh again. It was something I'd have to put on the list for Future Colton. I wanted him to be the guy who could laugh at damn near everything.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Retribution

  I was standing in the cafeteria at Unionville High. There was a circle of students around me, pointing and laughing. I looked down my body and saw I was naked, and
they were chanting, "Fag. Fag. Fag."

  I looked around and saw Kelvin Polk, Jamie Turner, Dreads, along with Bryana, Amanda, Nick, and Lance. They were all chanting it, and I was looking around for Andre to make them stop or bring me something to cover myself. I moved my hands to hide my dick, but I found they were tied behind my back.

  "Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed, but they didn't. They continued to yell, and I started to cry. "Please, Andre, please, make them stop."

  I looked around again and saw him standing with his friends, Gia and Chelsea, and they were all laughing at me as well. I had no one. There was no one who was willing to make them stop. "Fucking stop it right now," I yelled again, bringing a slap to my face. I didn't see where it came from, so I yelled again, feeling myself being shaken hard.

  My eyes shot open and I saw Andre looking down at me, tears on his cheeks. "Get the fuck away from me," I yelled as I shot off the bed and moved over to the other side of the room.

  "Colton, sweetheart, it was a bad dream. You're okay," he whispered. Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, and Juan and Lance were standing there, both looking as though they were going to tear the room apart. Thank God, I'd put on boxers after we'd showered.

  Lance stalked over to the bed and got in Andre's face. "What the fuck did you do?" He was yelling, and it only made Andre cry harder.

  "Lance, stop. He didn't do anything. I had a nightmare," I hollered as I hurried over to the bed to get in between the two of them. Juan grabbed Lance around the chest, caging his arms at his sides.

  I kneeled onto the mattress and took Andre's gorgeous face in my hands, checking carefully to be sure I hadn't hit him. "Shh. I'm sorry. It was a bad dream. You didn't do anything," I apologized.

  "I couldn't wake you. I'm sorry I slapped you, but you were panic-stricken," he whispered as he brushed his fingers over my cheek where it stung a bit. Fuck, we've got to quit hitting each other.

  "What the hell is going on? What happened to your back, Colton?" Juan asked. It was then I remembered I wasn't wearing a shirt, and I wanted to fucking die.

  "Let me go," Lance demanded, seeming to be more in control. Juan did and Lance went to the dresser and pulled open a drawer, grabbing one of Andre's t-shirts and tossing it to me. I pulled it on and turned to them. "Can one of you take me back to Hansee?" I asked. I stood from the bed and grabbed my jeans to dress.

  "Colton, please don't go," Andre whispered behind me. Fuck, I need to get away from him. He needs to get away from me. I’m no good for him. He has to fucking see it, right?

  I turned to him and tried to smile. "Babe, I need to go. Nick will be back by now," I glanced at the clock, "because it's two o'clock in the morning. I love you, but I can't hurt you anymore."

  "What the hell is going on?" Juan asked again, clearly confused by the situation.

  "Get out, please," Andre ordered them. Lance took Juan's hand and led him out, closing the door behind them.

  Andre slowly approached me, holding up his hands. I took them and placed them on my chest, knowing he'd feel the pounding of my heart. "I need you, Colton. I need you to stay. I'll sleep on the floor and give you space, I swear. I blame myself because I was spooning you, happy to have you next to me. I won't do it again."

  I placed my hand on his gorgeous face. "Dre, I love you, but I'm too fucked up to be a good boyfriend to you. You shouldn't have to worry about spooning with your boyfriend."

  "I'm going to fucking kill them if we ever find them. Listen, Colt, I won't let them ruin us. We'll work together to get through this. I…you can't walk away from me, please, sweetheart. I won't let you," he begged as he stroked my cheek. I saw the tears in his eyes and felt my own beginning to form.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm myself. I knew what had brought on the dream. Kelvin Fucking Polk. My wavering over confronting him had disappeared. I had demons, and I had to take them on and tackle them so I could move forward in my life. I needed to take some fucking control of my situations, and I knew how to get it with that one.

  "Fine, I'll stay, but I'll take the floor. You keep the bed. I insist," I stated firmly. I grabbed the comforter and my pillow, sinking to the floor and settling in.

  Andre moved over to the edge of the bed and extended his arm. "I sound like a clingy bitch, but can you hold my hand?"

  I smiled as I took it and kissed it. "You're no more of a bitch than me. I love you, babe."

  "I love you, too, Colton. I'm sorry I slapped you."

  I chuckled. "You're entitled to a few. Night, sugar." I held his hand and listened until his breaths evened out. I held his hand until he rolled over, and I gently let it go.

  You fucking psycho, you should let him go as well before you really hurt him.

  Yeah, if it was only that easy.

  I was pacing outside of PACCAR Hall. I was definitely ready to confront one of my demons, and I was determined I wasn't going to feel guilty about it. The fucker had it coming. He’d ruined my high school experience, and I was about to ruin his college experience in return.

  When he jogged down the stairs without a fucking care in the world, I planted my feet firmly in front of him and remembered the mantra I'd had in my head since Andre and I had swum laps that morning. He's a fucking homophobic hypocrite, and I’m here to point it out in front of anyone within earshot.

  He tried to sidestep me as he fucked with his phone, but I wasn't having it. I was a few inches taller than the last time he'd seen me, and I was considerably bulkier. He looked up with confusion, and I smiled widely. "Hello, Kelvin," I purred.

  "Colton? Colton Wixsom?" He was blinking furiously, and I was so fucking happy with the surprise attack. I was trying not to be smug, but it was definitely tough.

  "Oh, so you remember me? I'm surprised. Oh, but wait, how could you ever forget outing the sophomore who you'd been creeping with for months? I'd guess that was something that would stick with a guy."

  The cocky prick smirked. "Wixsom, you're gay. I did you a favor by letting everyone know. Saved you the trouble of a dramatic announcement. You’re welcome."

  I felt my blood boiling. I took a deep breath and tried to regain some of my quickly retreating cockiness and upper-hand control. "Yes, Kelvin, I am, but so are you." Way to class up ‘I know you are but what am I’. I’m a real grown up.

  He scoffed. "Not likely, though you almost made me believe it back in high school. Anyway, as much as I'd like to continue this reunion, I've got somewhere to be. You take it up the ass yet?"

  My fists were clenched, but the fact he thought he could still intimidate me made me laugh. "Oh, Kelvin, you should have majored in drama instead of business. I hate to be the one to tell you, but Brad's not gonna show. It seemed he didn't like the idea one fag would out another in such a public manner. He was shocked that the nice guy he got a ride from was capable of something so nasty." I stood there waiting for his reaction, and the surprise on his face was quite satisfying.

  "Oh, hey Kelvin. Colton, sweetheart, what brings you by?" I heard behind me. The look of confusion on Kelvin's face made me gleeful. Yeah, I'm not a girl…much.

  I turned to see Andre standing there with a bright smile. I leaned forward and kissed him, grateful for his timing. I was also happy he knew Kelvin. I had the pin to burst the bubble ready and aimed.

  "Babe, you remember me telling you about the guy who completely humiliated me in high school by outing me and making the rest of my years at Unionville High miserable?"

  He nodded. "Well, meet Kelvin Polk. Kelvin, you fucking prick, this is my boyfriend, Andre Dupree. Oh, wait; it seems you two know each other."

  I saw both of them looking at me, and for a fleeting second, I worried if they were good friends or maybe fuck buddies in the past, but if they were then Andre wasn't the guy I thought him to be. When his messenger bag slipped from his shoulder, he got a dangerous smile on his face.

  He looked at me and laughed. "This is the fucker who did that to you? He's been chasing my dick for
two years. Huh! This is definitely an interesting development. Is this what was bothering you before you fucked me last night?" Andre asked with a smile.

  "Yep. See, when I was waiting for you to pick me up, I saw him with Brad. I heard him asking the guy for a lunch date today, and after he left, I tracked Brad down and told him all about Kelvin." I turned to Kelvin. "By the way, he wants nothing to do with you."

  I turned back to Andre. "So, you have time to get lunch?" I asked.

  Suddenly, I felt arms around my chest, and I threw back my head, hearing the satisfying crack of Kelvin's nose. I broke his grasp on me and spun around, taking him down by sweeping his legs out from under him and holding him around the throat. "I'll let you up if you wanna go again." My voice sounded dark, and it wasn't anything I'd ever heard come out of me before, but if it was the voice of the demon I was confronting, then so be it.

  I felt a soft hand on my face. "Love, let him up. He's not going anywhere. About a hundred people saw him attack you. You're fine. I'm here," Andre whispered in my ear, calming me.

  I pulled my hand away and looked at the asshole on the ground. There was quite a crowd, which reminded me of that fucking nightmare, but the outcome was extremely different. I wasn't naked. Andre wasn't standing to the side laughing at me, and no one was taunting me. I suddenly felt a sense of peace overtake my body, and I knew exactly what I had to do regarding the other demon who kept me up at night.

  I got up from the ground and looked down at the asshole holding his nose. "We're going to Unionville this weekend. Your mom still works at the Thriftway, right? Anything you want me to tell her?" I taunted. Before he could answer, campus police showed up.

  I didn't make it to my afternoon class because I had to give my statement regarding what happened, but I had to wait until after they took the statements of a lot of other people. Andre stayed with me, skipping class as well, and I appreciated his support. I declined pressing charges, even though the lady cop encouraged me to do so. I had bigger mountains to climb.

 

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