Swim Coach: A Novel

by Sam E. Kraemer

  Andre pulled out my chair, and I laughed to myself because, for the first time in my life, I had a chair pulled out for me. My ravioli with mushrooms and cheese looked incredible. The waiter grated some parmesan cheese over it, and I tucked in. Andre had the sea bass with a wine sauce, and we shared our food. I'd never had sea bass before and it was really good. He seemed to like my pasta dish as well.

  After we finished eating, we all divvied up the bill. I pulled out my wallet to pay my share, and Andre shoved my hand away. "I've got Colton, Bryana, and Amanda," he explained. He pulled out money, and I was embarrassed.

  "Dre, I can pay for myself. If you want to pay for them, fine, but I can pay for my food," I protested.

  He placed his hand on the side of my face and kissed my lips right there in front of everyone. When he pulled away, he smiled. "Colton, this was a date. When we go out on dates, I pay."

  I stiffened at his comment and turned to him. I didn't like what he said at all. "Oh, because of what? I'm the girl in this relationship?"

  He tossed money on the table before he pulled out my chair and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from it. "We'll see you all later." He dragged me out of the place, once a-fucking-gain, and why the fuck I allowed it was a goddamn mystery, but I did. When we got to the curb, he flagged down a cab and after we got in, he gave the address to the driver. It was my dorm.

  After the cabbie headed into traffic, Andre turned to me. "Colton, you're not the girl in this relationship, okay? I stayed here and worked all summer giving swimming lessons so I have money tucked away. I don't like girls, okay? I like you. You can take me out for coffee sometime. I paid for you because I want you to understand it was a date. An honest to goodness date. I realize I didn't ask you out, but you haven't asked me out either, and I had to do something."

  We didn't talk anymore on the way to my dorm. We kissed, and it was incredible. The cab driver bitched in a foreign language the whole time he drove us back, but fuck him. When he pulled up outside of Hansee, Andre told him to wait while he got out and walked me up to the door of my building.

  "Are you busy tomorrow?" It was a Sunday and I should have said yes because I had homework, but I just couldn't. I wanted to see him, much against my better judgment.

  "I'm free early, but I've got homework I need to do and laundry. How about I take you to breakfast? I'd like to reciprocate for tonight," I offered.

  He smiled brightly. "I'd like that, but I've got an idea. Bring your books and your laundry. We have a washer, dryer, and WI-FI. You can do your homework and laundry at my place, and we can watch a movie when you're done. How does that sound? Tell me when and where for breakfast, and I'll be there."

  I smiled back. "I'll pick you up at ten, and I'll drop off my stuff. We can get breakfast, and then go back to your place. I appreciate the loan of a washer I don't have to share with god-only-knows who. I hate using that fucking laundry room. Anyway, if something comes up, you've got my number and you can text me.

  "Thank you, Dre. I had a good time tonight." I stepped forward and kissed him, loving the feel of his lips against mine. He was only a few inches taller than me, but he was a huge presence, and I was grateful he was giving me the time of day.

  When the cab driver honked, Andre pulled away from the kiss and looked at me with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow. Ten o'clock, right?" I nodded and swiped my student ID over the security box. When the lobby door clicked, he opened it.

  "Sweet dreams, Colton."

  I smiled and went inside, trying like hell to keep from dancing to the elevator. It had been the best night of my life. I didn't know how things would end with us because I wasn’t stupid enough to believe there wasn’t an end date stamped on us. However, I had to start somewhere to learn about relationships and love and sex…mostly the sex. Why the fuck shouldn't I have a guy like Andre Dupree interested in me?

  Not to sound too narcissistic, but I was a good-looking guy. I was tall and fit with some muscles but I wasn’t bulky. I had too-long, blonde curly hair, but I had my mother’s blue eyes and good skin. I still had a tan from the summer, and I noticed I turned heads when I walked around campus. Hell yeah, I deserved a guy like Andre Dupree. If not me, who?

  Chapter Seven

  The First Shot…

  Too soon

  My eyes sprung open at six o'clock on Sunday morning. That was unheard of in my world, but what the hell? I could do some homework so I didn't have to take my shit with me, and well, if doing laundry at Andre's place was on the table, I'd take it in stride. Oh, I'd also bleed out the time I spent with him so I grabbed damn near everything I owned, clean or dirty, and piled it into my laundry bag.

  After I finished my homework, I decided to go for a swim. The campus indoor pool wasn't too far from my dorm, so I changed into my board shorts and a t-shirt, and I headed off. The smell of chlorine sparked something in me when I walked into the building. It was only seven in the morning, and for a Sunday, I was sure it would be deserted.

  I walked onto the pool deck, and I heard the splashing I didn't expect. I was surprised to see Andre doing laps. I slipped off my t-shirt and flip-flops and dove in, meeting him stroke for stroke. I didn't know if he knew it was me, but I'd recognize that tight ass anywhere.

  After a few laps, he pulled up and looked over the lane marker, laughing as he pulled off his goggles. "Isn't this my lucky day?"

  He slipped under the bumpers and swam into my lane, stopping in front of me as I held onto the side having slipped off my goggles as well. "I didn't know you came here." He had a gentle grin on his face as he grabbed onto the side and tread water next to me.

  "I haven't before, but I woke up early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. I needed a workout, and well, I hoped the pool was quiet. I didn't know you swam here either," I responded as I bobbed in the water.

  "Four times a week. Hey, maybe we can do this together. I don't mind a little healthy competition. We can make bets."

  I laughed. "So, you're a gambler?" He placed his hand on my waist and pulled me closer. It was just the two of us and I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel really fucking good to be in the water with him, just the two of us.

  "Not really, but if I can trick you into dates with me, then I'll risk it. How'd you sleep?" His mouth was so tempting and it was right there, just begging me to kiss it. I tightened my grip on the pool deck trying to get myself under control before I jumped him.

  "Not worth a shit. You need to get out of my head or I'm going to fail and get kicked out of school," I responded with a grin I hoped was sexy and not scary.

  "Oh, please. You're the one fucking with my head. I doubt you give me a second thought when we’re not together, Colton." I finally gave in, taking his hand and pulling him closer. In an instant, I was kissing him roughly, hungrily. God, I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything.

  The only thing keeping us from doing something in the pool, which would have been a big step for me, was the sound of scrambling feet and a whistle. "Fuck, the swim team. We'll take this up later." He pecked my lips and hauled himself out of the water. I followed suit and grabbed the towel, one of the plush towels Nick had given me, to dry off and hide my frustrated erection. I wrapped it around my waist and slipped on my shoes and t-shirt.

  "I'll be over in a couple of hours," I told him as we prepared to vacate the pool house.

  "I'll be waiting."

  Oh, man, I'd be waiting as well.

  I tentatively knocked on the door, reaching down to retrieve one of the two big bags of laundry I’d brought along. I had all the trimmings…soap, fabric softener, color safe bleach, and dryer sheets. I was even ready to pay for the privilege of using a private washer and dryer. I'd pay anything to be able to spend time with Andre. Yes, I was a lovesick douche, but I'd defy anyone who saw the man do anything differently.

  Seeing him earlier in the day without a shirt took me back to when he was my swim coach. He’d filled out quite nicely. He still had that cute little crop of freck
les on his shoulders I remembered from years prior. I used to fantasize about licking them when I masturbated back then. The possibility I might get that chance had me flying.

  When the door opened, it was Heidi the Whore. I'd forgotten she lived there but as I looked at her, I could tell she wasn’t ready to greet the day. She had a sleep mask on the top of her head and her hair was a mess. She definitely wasn't happy to see me at the door.

  "Christ. The dumpster is behind the building, Bookstore." Ah, she remembers me.

  Thankfully, before I had to answer her, Juan walked up behind her. "Squid! Good to see ya. Come on in," he invited.

  She wheeled on him. "You don't fucking live here, jack off. Don't be inviting him in. As a matter of fact, you need to chip in on rent if you're going to be here all the fucking time. Do you live here with Lance? If you do, then pony up, asshole."

  I followed the two of them inside, pulling my laundry bags behind me. I was embarrassed by what she'd said, and I should have just turned around and left. I started to do so as a matter of fact, but Juan grabbed my hand and took a bag from me. Heidi stormed off in a snit, not hurting either of our feelings, I could tell.

  "Come in. Lance's in the shower, but you can put in a load if you want. Don't mind that bitch. Home girl has a lot of issues."

  I followed him through the kitchen to the laundry room. I pulled out all of my stuff and began just dumping clothes inside the machine. It was the way I did it, and well, it had always worked well for me. Sometimes my whites were pink, but I was a strong, gay man. I didn’t mind putting a little pink in my wardrobe.

  "Dear Laundry Gods, stop. You have to sort, Squid." When he began sorting my laundry, I wasn't sure if I was happy or pissed. He tossed in a load of all my whites and then filled the machine with detergent and all-purpose bleach. When the water began running into the washer, he turned to me and smiled.

  "You Freshmen walk around in discolored, wrinkled clothes and it's really a pity because you’re all so cute. Let Uncle Juan show you how to properly do laundry. I do Lance's, and I'd defy anyone to say his whites aren't sparkling. Dre's still in bed. Go wake him up. I guarantee you, he won't be unhappy about it this time."

  He gently pushed me down the hallway after he handed me two cups of coffee, and I didn't argue. If Andre went home and went back to bed, I couldn't blame him. Waking him up with a kiss, maybe? Oh, fuck yes.

  I didn't knock because I had two cups of coffee in my hands, so I used my pinkie and flipped the handle, shoving the door open with my hip. I saw his gorgeous back because he was on his stomach, so I walked over to the side of the bed and placed the coffees on the side table.

  I gently sat down and looked at the muscled back presented to me. I couldn't help but run a finger over the soft skin that was right there. It was beautiful, and hell, he was asleep. When he stirred, I could back away and he'd be none the wiser, I was sure. I had quick reflexes.

  I ran a finger down his spine, moving the sheet enough to see the top of his Armani boxers. They were black, and I was fucking rock hard immediately.

  He moaned just a little, so I did it again. If Dali had that beautiful canvas in front of him, he'd have created a masterpiece on it, melting clocks and all. The broad shoulders and taught muscles…yeah, my finger wasn't the only thing I wanted to run down his spine. My tongue was begging, so, hell, I leaned forward and licked him, starting at that sprinkling of freckles on the back of his neck and moving my way down. Anyone else would've done the same.

  His skin tasted like nothing really, but he smelled like heaven. He'd showered after the early morning swim, and the smell, fuck it was sexy. As I ran my tongue down his back, I breathed in the heavenly scent of him. He hadn't stirred, so why not?

  I swirled my tongue between his shoulder blades and breathed in heavily, so grateful for the opportunity. I knew I wouldn't walk away from him a whole person, but as long as I had him there, vulnerable, which I was sure wasn't something he ever was, I'd take advantage of it so I'd have something to remember for the rest of my life.

  Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back on the mattress, and he was hovering over me. "You're determined to drive me insane, aren't you?"

  He had me pinned down on his bed, hovering over me with a big grin on his face. It was incredible. It was unbelievable. It was mind blowing. It was all of those clichés rolled into one big “GAHHHD!”

  "I'm just here to pick you up for our date. You obviously overslept, and well, I take punctuality very seriously," I teased. Where it came from, I didn't know because I wasn't usually that smooth or cool. Maybe it was divine intervention because I was so fucking lame?

  He laughed. "God, I've got you in my bed for the second time. Now, what should I do with you?"

  His hand was on my chest and he was leaning against the other hand as he looked into my eyes with a sly grin. It wasn't anything I’d ever anticipated.

  I laughed and looked at the clock on his bedside table seeing it was just after ten. "Well, you could get your lazy ass up and get dressed so I can take you out for breakfast."

  I thought he would laugh. He didn't. "I could, or I could do something else and you could take me to lunch." When he popped the button on my jeans, I was surprised, but I certainly wasn't going to stop him. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was on-fucking-board with anything.

  "Lift," he ordered. I did as he demanded because, seriously, if he was going anywhere near my hard cock, who was I to stop him? He pulled off my jeans and boxers, and he looked at me, which really made me fucking self-conscious.

  Being gay had made me avoid looking too closely at another guy’s junk lest they think I was checking them out, which I probably would have been. I wasn’t exactly sure how I measured up with other guys, so having my dick scrutinized that closely made me nervous. What if I was lacking?

  A sweep of his tongue over the throbbing head of my cock… That was all it took to send me over the edge. I came before he even took me into his mouth, and I was so fucking embarrassed I shoved him away and ran into the bathroom, locking the door and sinking to the floor. I'd have puked except I didn't have anything to expel since I hadn't eaten yet.

  "Colton, open the door," he compelled after a minute or so. I couldn't hide out forever because I was in his apartment, but I could pretend it had never happened for half a second.

  "Gimme a minute."

  I dried the fucking tears on my cheeks and stood up to splash water on my face. I wrapped a towel around my waist because, well, I didn't have on any pants. God, I want to die.

  "I, uh, I'm sorry about…" I began explaining when I saw him standing there waiting for me after I opened the door.

  He grabbed my hand and took me back into the bedroom, closing and locking the door. He led me back to the bed, and when I grabbed my boxers, he ripped them from my hands.

  "You're eighteen and you've never had a blow job. Don't you dare be embarrassed," he soothed as he kissed me.

  His hands held my head as he hovered over me. "The good thing about being your age is the quick recovery time. Don't dwell on what happened before. Let's start again," he ordered.

  Fuck, at that point, he could have told me to jump from the window and I'd have done it. He kissed me as his hands touched me. He wanted me. I felt his need against my thigh, but every time I tried to get his boxers off, he stopped me. "This is about you, Colton." He’s definitely a master of seduction.

  A few minutes later, he whipped my t-shirt over my head, pulled the towel from my waist, and moved down the bed. When he swept his tongue over the head again, I didn't shoot off immediately, for which I was grateful.

  He sucked me into his warm, wet mouth and proceeded to show me all the things I didn't know about giving a blow job. The feel of his tongue on my cock…that wasn't even something I could describe.

  He licked, sucked, and actually, nibbled. I whimpered, bit my lip, and shrieked a bit. It was inconceivable…Andre Dupree, the sexiest man I'd ever met was giving me, Colton Josiah Wixsom
, a blow job. I'd obviously fallen into an alternative universe.

  He tugged gently on my balls and slid a finger behind them, sending me hurtling over the cliff. I should have given him warning, but hell, I barely had any myself. I'd only had one hand job by someone other than me, so the whole blow job thing? Nearly incomprehensible.

  He kissed his way back up my body, swirling his tongue over my nipples, which went straight to my groin because I had no idea they were sensitive, and then he kissed up my neck and finally hovered over me, looking into my eyes. "You have gorgeous eyes, you know." I actually didn't know that, but if he was telling it to me, it must be the damn truth.

  "I, uh, thank you…for everything," I mumbled embarrassingly. My face was likely glowing because it felt like I was standing too close to a fire.

  He chuckled and then kissed the tip of my nose. "No need to thank me for any of it. Believe me, it was my pleasure. How much homework do you have? I've got a couple of things to do, but if you have a lot, I can run out and get us something to eat and bring it back."

  His thumbs were stroking my cheeks as he looked into my eyes, and I was having a hard time putting together articulate thoughts. God, he’s going to think I’m an idiot. He moved a little and my cock was instantly hard again. He smiled slowly and wiggled against me. "Damn, you're very responsive, Colton. That makes me very happy at future prospects."

  "I, uh, I did my homework earlier this morning before the swim. I couldn't sleep beyond six, so I took advantage of the time. How about you? I mean, if you've got a lot, I can go out and get us something, though I really do want to take you out," I told him as my hands gently glided along his biceps. God, he has definition.