The Swimming Coach - Part 2 (Patreon)

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I stood at the edge of the pool, my body taut and my eyes on the other side. Fifty meters of water stood between me and the end. Olympic sized so that should I ever defeat the odds and reach them, I'll be well used to the burn of the swim.

My body was already dripping wet from the previous laps, but this one was different. I stood up on my toes, straining the muscles in my calves and holding my arms up straight, and just as I prepared to leap, my Speedos shot down my legs and I soared through the air completely naked.

I knew it was going to happen, he'd told me already, yet the rush of cool water over my naked body felt almost shocking. The pool was closed to everyone but us, but there was an element of risk added by the students who walked by the door outside.

I'd spent the entire weekend thinking about Alan and what had happened in the changing rooms. Most of the time it felt like a dream, until I squeezed my cock again and remembered that it had been all too real.

I rose for air, feeling my plump backside break the water and knowing that Coach Alan strode next to me on the surface, watching me intently. When I reached the ledge, I stayed in the water. As much as I wanted the man to see me, he was still my coach and I was still a student.

"Not bad" Alan smiled down, reaching out his hand which I took gingerly.

The strength in the man was not to be underestimated. He dragged me from the water with ease, like a smooth, naked fish on a line, and a moment later, I clutched my junk as I stood before him.

"You're not going to deprive me of a glimpse, are you?" He asked, with that beautiful smile that I'd already fallen in love with.

I dropped my hands slowly, allowing my dripping cock to appear, and he gazed upon it for a moment before nodding.

"Turn" he told me, twisting his finger, and I did.

The man stared down at my ass as I stood naked. There was something remarkably hot about being so exposed, yet my eyes remained on the door on the other side of the pool.

"You've got a very nice ass, Alex" he whispered, and his hand cupped one of my cheeks firmly.

My cock began to rise as my coach fondled my ass. He squeezed it, pulled it to the side to reveal my most intimate area, rubbed it and finally spanked it playfully.

"Another lap" he told me and shoved me forward into the water.

The erection seemed to drag me back with every stroke, but I was spurred on by my arousal and reached the end in almost record time.

"Damn, maybe I should have you swim naked every day" he laughed, "at competitions too, your cute ass might distract the others".

I grinned up at him and took another lap before finally the hour had come to an end. If it hadn't been for the other people in the pool at the beginning, my nude swim could have lasted much longer, but alas, it was time to go home.

Alan picked up my soggy Speedo and hung it over his bare shoulder as we walked back to the changing rooms. Once again, the feeling of being naked in places where one is not usually naked was making me horny, and my boner clapped against my thighs as we walked.

"Stage two of your coaching" Alan whispered as we reached the clammy changing rooms, and rubbed his hand down my ass once more.

I stood still, but he leaned me forward until my hands rested on the wooden bench below and my ass stuck up in the air.

"You're too tight to fuck just yet" he breathed, his finger sliding between my cheeks and rubbing along my sensitive opening, "when I fuck you, I want us both to enjoy it".

I whimpered slightly as his fingertip pushed into my ring. It burned, but not in a painful way. I knew that my body was simply preparing me to be used exactly how I was supposed to be used.

"What would your friends say if they could see you now, Alex?" Coach Alan asked, wiggling his finger at the entrance to my hole, "maybe they'd play with you too".

The idea that anybody could see me made me cringe, but the picture of being used by a group of students played in my mind and made my cock swell.

"What would they say if they could see you?" I smirked, and Alan let out a breathy laugh before shoving his finger deeper inside me.

I gasped, wincing as his knuckle pushed inside me and my coach leaned forward and whispered to me.

"I hope that's not attitude that I'm sensing, boy?" He sneered.

My ring clenched around his finger. Fuck, he was hot.

He pulled it out slowly, twisting and hooking as he did. He wanted me to feel him, and I certainly did. I felt every inch of his finger retracting from my tight, virginal hole, and I wanted more of it.

Alan spat into his hand and rubbed it across my pink opening. He punched his finger back inside, faster this time, but easier with his saliva. Once again, he twisted it and stroked upwards until an explosively arousing burst of pleasure ripped through my young body.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, feeling like I was about to pee, "that was... That's..."

"Your prostate" Alan assured me, "I could make you drool all over yourself just by touching it" he continued, lightly rubbing this magical spot inside me, and making my legs tremble each time. "I could make you cum without even touching your cock".

I didn't doubt it. Each stroke threatened to push me over the edge of orgasm, and my dick could tell. I glanced down at it. Streams of milky pre-cum were already spilling down my shaft and dripping from my balls, it was fucking amazing.

"I could make you do anything I wanted, just by fingering your hole".

Even if the man hadn't found my prostate, it was highly unlikely that I would have denied him anything anyway, but I was happy that he'd introduced me to this thing and I was already planning on how my jerk off sessions would be transformed by it.

"Now come on" he told me, pulling his finger from me, "time to look after your coach".

Part of me wanted to cry. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever known before, and to cut it so short was almost cruel. Yet the other part of me knew that by doing so, I could return to the cock that I had quickly grown to crave.

Alan sat down on one of the benches and dragged his shorts down his perfectly tanned legs. The muscle from years of competitive swimming remained firm, and I couldn't help but squeeze my leaking cock as my coach undressed.

His cock was curled up in his pubes. It reminded me of a sleeping snake, ready to spring up and douse me in it's venom at any second. I scrambled between his legs, leaned forward, and felt his hand on my forehead.

"Easy" he breathed, "lick it first".

I wanted to get it inside me as fast as possible. The special button that Coach Alan had pushed inside me seemed to have turned me into a feral little monster. I almost groaned at the fact that he wasn't allowing me to delve onto his cock, but his demeanour said it all. He was in charge here.

I stuck out my tongue and slowly slid it across the base of his shaft. He tasted fresh as usual, with a subtle hint of musk. It didn't help my vicious horniness.

I ran my tongue across the soft flesh, feeling his cock twitch to life with each stroke of my tongue. I lapped at his balls where the skin was softer and more wrinkled, and tasted a little stronger than his pole.

Alan spread his legs and lifted them slightly to reveal a path of thick black hair that ran from his balls down to his asshole. I knew immediately that the slightest touch of my cock would make me spray my load all over the fucking changing room.

"Get your tongue down there" Alan ordered, and I couldn't have imagined a better gift.

I pinned my mouth to his taint, sucking and licking every inch of the salty, hairy flesh. It was much riper down here, and I loved every second of it.

Alan lay back with his strong hands under his knees, keeping his legs apart so I had perfect access to every sweaty inch of him. The stench of masculinity filled my lungs as I breathed him into me. I was so close to cumming that it was making me dizzy, yet my tongue continued to wash him, bathing him in my saliva and making both of us breath a little heavier.

"In my ass" he gasped, and his cock was now bulging in a pool of his own messy fluids, stringing between his thick bush of pubic hair and oozing out onto his stomach.

I plunged my tongue against his leathery opening, feeling his sphincter pucker as I edged it inside. My cock was now pressed between my body and the bench, and I could feel it come closer and closer to orgasm.

He tasted wonderful, but I had no words to describe it. I dug deeper until the muscles in my tongue began to burn and ache, I was fucking him with it, sliding in and out in rhythm until I was too exhausted to go any further.

Alan sat up and lifted my chin until my mouth pressed against his large boner. The juices rubbed against my lips, and instinctively I took him inside me.

The taste of my coach's hole mixed with the taste of his dripping cock created a cocktail of pleasure in my mouth. I sucked it like my life depended on it, and as I gagged down his shaft, I felt him lean forward and slide his finger between my cheeks again.

I moaned onto his meat as he entered me once more. From this angle, everything seemed better. My head was trapped on him, forcing his big prick deep into my throat and keeping it there whilst he explored my insides.

It took him only a few seconds to locate the special area, and he toyed with it once again.

"Oh fuck!" I mumbled as spit and pre-cum poured down his cock and into his wet pubes.

I tried to re-position myself, but Alan hooked my arm behind my back with his free hand and continued to prod my prostate roughly.

I was on the verge of crying, but not out of sadness. The pleasure that was ripping my body apart was earth shattering. Why the fuck didn't they teach this in school? Did all guys know that just a few inches inside their asshole lay the key to a happy life?

"We're gonna cum together, boy" he growled, frantically rubbing the gland inside me as I gagged violently on his tool.

It took less than five seconds before Alan dragged me to the edge of orgasm, and drop kicked me the fuck off it.

My body exploded with sharp waves of mind numbing pleasure. It felt like every single inch of my naked body was having it's own personal fucking orgasm. My toes curled up, tingling and buzzing, the soles of my feet became electrified, running up my legs, hugging my thighs, ravishing my asshole, cock, balls, and everything in between, and the rest of the orgasm hit me like a tsunami.

I knew my mouth was filling with cum, and I knew my brain had completely switched off, because the stuff started surging from my nostrils as Alan fucked his load into my throat.

I was making noises that I'd never made before, and at one point I wasn't even sure if I was making them.

My sperm had drenched the bench below me and was squelching all the way up to my chest. I had no idea how much of it I had produced, but judging by the feeling, I could have filled the fucking pool outside with it.

When it was finally done, I went limp. It was like I'd just swam for a month. My limbs hung loose on either side of the bench, my head rested in a puddle of mine and Alan's cum, and every couple of seconds, my naked, drenched body twitched.

I wasn't even sure where I was for a moment. The orgasm had quite literally knocked me senseless and all I could do was moan and breathe, moan and breathe, moan and breathe.

"It's something, ain't it?" Alan laughed, rubbing my naked back as I closed my eyes and nodded in the sperm pool.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, you and I" he whispered, and his hand trailed my spine until he reached my ass once more.

"And soon I'll be using my cock to make you feel like that" he informed me, and swatted me on the ass once more.

"Now come on, time to go home".