The Swimming Coach - Part 3 (Patreon)

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"Tighten up your stomach, keep your back straight, and hold it".

The coach used his hands just as much as he used his words. Soft touches here and there, fingers dancing subtly, a little clench, an accidental brush, but it wasn't my body he was touching.

The kid was some eighteen-year-old transfer from another school. A fucking pretty boy who looked like he'd fallen out of the pages of a fairytale. I watched him from the sidelines of the pool, I'd already finished my training for the day, but it looked like Alan had found another guy to lust over.

I couldn't help but sit there and furiously glare at the two of them. So the guy was cute, who fucking cares? He wasn't even that good, so why was Alan suddenly drooling over him? I suppose it wasn't hard to tell.

"You're still here?" He said when he turned around and noticed me, "I thought you'd gone home".

I grunted a response and stood up.

"See you tomorrow" he called after me, but I ignored him.

What a fucking asshole! How could he just move on to someone else when we hadn't even gotten to the main event of our own passionate encounters? I hadn't stopped thinking about him since the first day, and yesterday had been absolutely mind blowing, but clearly the feeling wasn't mutual.

I bitterly ripped off my Speedo in the changing room. He hadn't even touched me today, which was understandable considering that Prince fucking Charming had been gawping at us the whole time, but where was he now? He was supposed to be training my ass on how to take his big, delicious cock, and instead he was out molesting the new guy!

"He's a hardass, huh?" The voice caught me off guard and I stumbled a bit when I turned to find the short blond standing before me, dripping water and grinning, "Bjorn" he said, extending his hand.

I considered not taking it, solely on jealous principle, but I guess the kid hadn't exactly done anything to warrant such rudeness, so I grabbed his hand as tightly as I could and smirked.

"Liam".

He had an accent, though I wasn't quite sure where it came from. I couldn't deny that he was a good looking dude, but was Alan really that fucking fickle? I mean, only yesterday I was his boy, now suddenly I'd been replaced by this short ass?

I kept my junk under the towel, but seemingly Bjorn was far more liberal than I was, and slid down his wet trunks before drying his golden hair.

A guy so short looked utterly ridiculous with a cock so long. A blond tuft of hair clung to his otherwise smooth groin, and hanging below it was something that resembled a fucking trunk. It swung lazily as he scrubbed the towel into his hair, as did his hairless balls which sagged below it. As much as I was trying to dislike him, his body was wonderful, and my own cock began to swell.

"I'm glad you two have met!" Coach Alan's voice came, and instantly I caught him eyeing the third leg between stupid Bjorn's thighs. The guy didn't even try to hide it! What a fucking asshole.

"Coach" he said, with his dumb accent, "I think with your help I'll have a shot a regionals".

My eyes nearly bulged. I was fighting for regionals, not this motherfucker.

"I think you're right, Bjorn" Alan smiled, and now he too was naked, and my nostrils flared in anger.

"I'm going for regionals" I reminded him, glaring.

"Well it's a good job there's more than one lane in a swimming pool, isn't there?" Alan smirked back, sliding his towel between his perfect legs. God, I fucking hated him.

"If you come second" Bjorn shrugged, turning his back to me to reveal the most infuriatingly perfect ass I had ever seen, "then we can both go through".

"Second!?" I snapped, "I don't plan on coming second!"

"Oh" the flawless youngster shrugged, "well there's always next year if you lose".

His comment made me angry, but Alan's snigger made me more angry. I clenched my jaw and my fist, but stupid fucking Bjorn was already dressed and pulling his bag over his shoulder.

"See you both tomorrow" he chirped annoyingly, and I desperately hoped not.

He sauntered from the changing rooms and I began angrily ripping my clothes from my bag.

"Aw, is somebody jealous?" Alan cooed, as though he was speaking to a baby.

I scoffed.

"Come on, don't be like that" he continued, "there's no need to be jealous".

"I'm not jealous!" I lied, "why would I be jealous?!"

I felt Alan's hand on my shoulder, and pulled it away, he replaced it quickly, firmer this time.

"Because you think that I'm going to like him more than I like you" he whispered warmly in my ear, tugging away the towel from my waist.

It fell to the floor, leaving me naked once again, and Alan ran his hand down my back.

"You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?" He sneered, his fingers sliding under my arm until they found my nipple.

"Why don't you keep your mouth busy in a different way?" He continued, and I felt the pressure of his hands as he tried to get me to my knees.

"Why don't you ask Bjorn to do it?" I growled, remaining on my feet.

Alan flipped me around by my arm until I was facing him. Why did he have to be so fucking hot? His soft cock pressed against my groin and he lifted my chin up with his finger.

"Because Bjorn isn't my boy" he whispered, his face now inches from mine, "you are".

Our lips brushed lightly, but it was enough to make my cock rise.

"You're both going to regionals" he told me softly, fingering my hard cock into his hand and squeezing is gently, "so you need to be nicer to him".

"Then he needs to stay away from you" I mumbled, feeling a little stupid that I was now having a full blown tantrum about the guy.

"I'm his coach" Alan sniggered, twisting and kneading my meat, "just like I'm your coach".

I watched for a moment as the painfully handsome man got to his knees and stuck the head of my cock between his lips. My breath became broken in my throat as Alan licked the underside and sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

Was there anything the man wasn't good at? It felt amazing. Each flick of his tongue made me tremble. His hand worked my balls, tugging and massaging them as he swallowed more of my cock. He didn't even gag as he sucked.

It took only a minute before I could feel the pre-cum leak from my pole, and Alan seemed to enjoy it, too. He bobbed up and down it, removing it every so often to longingly lick the juices that were seeping from my cumslit down my shaft.

His eyes fell on mine for a moment, and we simply stared at each other as he swallowed me, until finally he guided me onto one of the benches and lay me back.

"I wouldn't be much of a coach if I didn't show you a few things, would I?" He smirked, and lifted my legs up to reveal my most intimate areas.

Alan disappeared between my legs as I held them under the knees, just like he'd done yesterday. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him. His lips kissed down my hard cock, moving to my balls first, where he licked and sucked on them, and then further again.

My body tightened with pleasure as he reached my hole. I'd been the one with my mouth on his ass yesterday, but now I was glad that the tables had turned.

He kissed my asshole passionately, as though it was the mouth of a lover. I felt his wet lips coat my ring in warm saliva, and suddenly it was puckering back against my will. How was this man so good at pleasuring the human body? Everything he did seemed to elicit some breath taking response from me, but the feeling I felt next was even better.

My coach's tongue lightly danced around the perimeter of my hole. Where I had driven my tongue straight into him, he was spending more time on the sensitive outside, teasing me as I leaked clear fluid into my bellybutton.

"Oh fuck" I moaned, squeezing the flesh under my knees as I kept my legs apart.

Alan was in no hurry. His tongue continued to circle my virginal ring, sending shocks of pleasure through me at every touch, until I was nothing more than a drooling mess.

He pushed it a little deeper, making me whimper as my body began to sweat.

His hands kept my cheeks apart as his tongue eased further inside me, and I was sure I'd cum at any second. He pressed his lips to it again, slurping on me and making me shiver. There was no way I'd manage to hold on, not like this.

"I forgot my..."

Alan stumbled back, dragging his tongue from my asshole as he clambered over the bench and grabbed his large boner in his hands. I shot up, also trying to hide my leaking cock, and the two of us stood frozen in place as Bjorn stared, wide eyed.

"That was... I was... We were..." Alan tried to speak, but nothing meaningful left his mouth.

The young man looked from me to him, then back to me.

"Well this is interesting".