Swim Coach: A Novel

by Sam E. Kraemer

  He laughed as he placed it in front of me. "Backyard. Morning Tai Chi. That's something we should look into. They've been doing it for years, and they do it in a fashion I can't watch because they're my mom and Père, but go take a look. It's not vulgar, it's just very intimate," he told me. I grabbed my coffee and walked to the large sunroom off the back of the house which also overlooked the pool.

  I saw the husband and wife moving in precise synchronicity, neither taking more space than the other was willing to allow. They were looking deeply into each other's eyes, and I could see what he meant about the intimate nature of it. It seemed, in that moment, as if they were one soul. One soul in two bodies, but connected just the same.

  I could only watch for a few minutes because it was truly their private time. There was love and trust and belonging, and I could only hope and pray I'd have that with someone in my life. It appeared to be pretty fucking incredible.

  I walked back into the kitchen and sat down, completely gob smacked at what I'd seen. "It gets to you, doesn't it? I don't dwell on it, but my sister and I speculate they must have a pretty incredible sex life. Brrrr," he shuddered. I laughed, but he was right. If they could achieve that level of intimacy without touching each other, I'd bet they were explosive when they got together.

  "So, your sister? She lives in Paris? Does she ever come home?" I asked as he sat down next to me.

  He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"

  I nodded and leaned forward, meeting his gorgeous lips with mine. I needed to initiate more. I knew it. I had to show him how much I wanted him in my life. Part of that proof was learning to show him some of the intimacy I'd seen in that brief glimpse of his parents together in the yard. In that moment, I wanted to have it with him, and I wanted it to be spontaneous.

  After he pulled away from me, I grabbed his hand and held it over my heart, repeating my question. "Does your sister come home?" He smiled and moved his fingers against my chest, sending a warm sensation through my body. I couldn't get any better than that, I was sure.

  "Annalee is adopted. Mom and Dad didn't think they could have a kid because they'd tried without any success for a while, so they adopted her. She was eight at the time, and as those things often go, when the pressure was off of them, wham bam, Mom got pregnant with me.

  "We grew up in a loving home, but my sister became resentful over the years because her own parents didn't want her and put her up for adoption. She finally just moved to Paris to live with some of my Père’s extended family. She doesn't call often, and it breaks my parents' hearts, but I guess she has to work through her feelings in her own time. She's thirty. The last time we heard from her, she'd met a guy and they were living together. She and I were never close, but I wish her well," he finished.

  I could relate to it because of my relationship with my sister, Zoey. I felt bad for the Duprees but what could a person do? When you put out the offer of love and family and someone refuses it, there's nothing more you can do to change their minds.

  We heard the door on the sun porch open and close before Andre’s parents entered the room with big smiles on their faces. "Oh, you're up. We'll be back in a few. Andre, the turkey is in the oven. Will you baste, please, honey?" Les asked as she breezed through the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water. I heard Jean-Luc on the stairs, and if I was guessing things right, they would be gone for a bit. As gross as it was to think about my boyfriend's parents that way, it was actually sweet.

  "Got it, Mom."

  She sped up the stairs, and I couldn't hold back the laugh. "They're great, you know," I told him as he scowled. It was a natural reaction for him to be embarrassed by his parents’ relationship, but I knew my parents had been as much in love because Zoey and I had been sent to the neighbor's house a lot over the years when Dad was home. As I got older, I figured out why.

  "So, what we talked about last night," he started as he opened the oven and basted. All I could do was look at his ass. He could have been reciting the fucking Gettysburg Address, and it wouldn't have made any fucking difference.

  "Colton? Are you okay?" he asked after he closed the oven door and turned to look at me, slipping off the oven mitts.

  I chuckled. "Sorry, I was just caught up looking at the gorgeous ass presented to me. You were saying?"

  He walked over to me and sat down, taking my hand tentatively. I grasped his and looked into his beautiful, deep-green eyes, more than happy to hear what he had to say.

  "I'm not pushing. I'd never, ever push, you know. I'm on board with you pacing this, and I won't lie and say I'm not turned on at the prospect of the groundwork we laid last night. You direct me and I'll follow. But, Colton, if you ever get to the point where you want…if you ever want me, I'd gladly give that to you. I'd be more than happy to give myself to you that way. You decide how you want things to go, and I'm fine with it. I'm fine with everything."

  I touched his cheek and pulled him into me, grazing my lips with his. He was just so…so. I heard the footsteps on the stairs and I pulled away after I kissed him again. How I'd ever been able to get his attention…well, I wouldn't question it. I was just going to ride it out as long as it lasted. "Thank you, babe," I whispered as his mother breezed into the room.

  Leslie Dupree was a beautiful woman, and even my homosexual orientation couldn't deny it. She glowed when she came into the room, and it was apparent she loved having her family around her which was a beautiful thing to be privileged to witness. It was quite powerful, and as I watched her heat up breakfast and set the table, even I, as damaged and jaded as I was, knew I was witnessing something special.

  I looked at Andre and saw him watching his parents moving around each other, just as they had during their morning workout, and I saw how happy he was to be in their presence. If I didn't know for a fact I loved him before, I'd have recognized it in that minute.

  "I think you're cheating," I accused Andre as we sat at the kitchen table with his parents as we played poker. The dinner had been incredible, and the nap after was even better, but after everyone woke up, Les presented the beer and cards.

  Jean-Luc's game was the same as his son's…stud poker. Andre was winning every hand, and I was sure nobody was that lucky.

  "I'm not cheating, Wixsom. I have skills. You're just a sore loser," Andre teased as he raked in yet another pot.

  "Another beer?" Les asked as she rose from the table. We all nodded.

  "I'll be back," Jean-Luc added as he rose from the table and left the room behind her.

  "I think I might show you how sore a loser I can be. Maybe I show you how sore a winner can be," I whispered as I shuffled the cards.

  He chuckled. "Threats will get you nowhere."

  "Oh, Dupree, it's not a threat; it's a promise to be sure."

  His face lit up, and I laughed. The new space we were in, I wasn't sure of myself there, but it felt right. He seemed to go with it without reservation and I thought it was amazing. I just needed to hold up my end of the bargain.

  "Promises, promises," he taunted. I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my mouth, taking his thumb inside and swirling my tongue around it. It was then a thought came into my mind, and I was going to follow through. I was definitely planning to follow through.

  When we heard the giggle from the kitchen, I pulled his thumb from my mouth and kissed the pad, observing the heat in his gaze. "What time do your parents go to bed?" I asked quietly.

  He looked up at the large clock on the wall and smiled. "It's nine-thirty now, so I'd say about two more hands and they'll be out."

  "Quit cheating or I won't follow through on my plans later," I teased.

  He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I laughed. I could see he was curious about my plans, and I liked him that way. Before he could ask any questions, his parents came back into the room. His mother's hair was a bit tousled, and her face was flushed. Jean-Luc, however, had a very satisfied smirk on his face as he set two beers in front of us and sat down, tossing a chi
p in the middle of the table.

  "Um, Jean-Luc, maybe the boys would rather go sit in the hot tub. It's still nice out, and they've been stuck with us long enough, don't you think?" Les asked. I watched Jean-Luc’s face carefully and saw him glance at her. She gave him a little wink and a sweet smile, not unlike the one I'd seen on her son's face in the past. I saw Jean-Luc swallow before he cleared his throat.

  "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. Of course, you'd probably rather sit in the hot tub than spend any more time with us two old bores. I'll clean this up. You boys go ahead," he said a bit excitedly.

  "We're fine," Andre protested.

  "Actually, Dre, I wouldn't mind sitting in the hot tub for a while. We don't have anything like that at school. If your parents don't mind, I mean," I responded as innocently as possible.

  I turned to look at him and cocked my eyebrow. His eyes grew wide for a split second before he pushed all his chips toward his father. "Actually, that sounds good." He grabbed our beers and motioned for me to follow him out to the hot tub. I didn't point out our trunks were upstairs, having been washed and dried that afternoon.

  Once we were outside, he placed the beers in the cup holders on the side of the hot tub and grabbed two towels from the container next to it. He whipped his t-shirt over his head and walked over to the outdoor kitchen to turn on music. I pulled off my t-shirt because apparently, we weren't going to wear swimsuits in the hot tub. When the lights downstairs went off, I wasn't worried about his parents catching us. They apparently had other things to do.

  I spread one of the towels on the side of the hot tub and proceeded to walk over to where Andre was fucking with the sound system. "Don't turn on the lights," I told him as I kissed his shoulder and the back of his neck, reaching around to unbutton his shorts and push down his boxers. I continued to suck on his skin as I stripped myself, and when we were both naked, I rubbed my hard cock against his sexy ass, hearing him moan a little.

  "Go sit on that towel on the side of the hot tub," I told him.

  He turned to look at me, and when I saw the lust in his eyes, I was quite sure of what I was going to do. I took his hand and led him over to the spot before I climbed into the hot tub and walked over to the side. His legs were dangling in the water and he was resting on his hands with his arms extended behind him. His tantalizing cock was hard and standing up straight, begging for my attention.

  I stopped in front of him and lifted his legs out of the water, placing his feet on the decking with his legs spread wide. "Stay just like that, okay?" He nodded.

  I kissed his thighs and all around his cock and balls, gathering my courage. I'd only done it twice before, and he'd shown me how good he was at it so I wanted to make it equally good for him.

  I looked into his eyes as I swept my tongue from base to tip of that gorgeous member, swirling around the head of his weeping cock, and hearing that sexy moan again. His eyes never left mine as I sunk my mouth down over him, taking as much in as I could. I couldn't go as deep as he did with me, but I'd learn how to do it if it was the last thing I did. Going down on him was something I could give him because it hadn't been tainted for me during my attack, and I was fucking grateful for that little piece of divine intervention.

  I bobbed my head and twirled my tongue over the ridge of the head, just as I remembered he'd done to me. I was happy to hear him giving voice to his pleasure. "God, Colton, that feels so fucking good."

  I stayed at the head as I teased it with my tongue feeling his hips jerk a bit. He was holding back and I wouldn't have it. I popped him out of my mouth loudly and looked up at him. "I'm not good at this. Tell me what to do, Dre. Tell me how you like it. How'd you suck me down your throat?"

  He breathed hard, "Colton, you don't have to do that. Just having…"

  "Stop it. Tell me now or I stop." Yes, I was threatening him, but I didn't want him to give me a pass. That shit has to be over.

  "You have to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. It takes time to learn to do it, sweetheart." I had to put it out of my head when it occurred to me he'd likely had a lot of practice because he was a fucking expert at it.

  I nodded and tried again, only concentrating on the musky, spicy smell and taste of him as I moved slowly down the shaft. I concentrated on the sounds he was trying to hold in, and the first time I tried, I gagged, pulling back as disappointment coursed through me.

  I thought about the night before when I'd had him in my hands and how he sounded when he came, and I sunk down again, feeling him at the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose, stopping for a moment, and then I swallowed around him because there was a lot of saliva pooled in my mouth.

  "Of, fucking hell," he gasped. I liked the feedback, so I did it again, finding it wasn't as difficult as it was initially.

  "God, Colton, that's…" he hissed.

  I continued my movement on him, pulling back and then sinking him a little deeper into my mouth until my nose was buried in the soft curls at the base. I swallowed, and he gasped loudly. I was going slowly, but I actually wanted to torture him a bit for his cheating at cards earlier. I had the feeling I was succeeding.

  After several minutes of me continuing my experimentation, his hips rose from the pool deck, pushing him further into my mouth. I liked it. It was as if he was fucking my mouth, and I wanted him to do it. I placed my hands under his gorgeous ass and raised his hips encouragingly, letting him take over the pace. I backed off him a bit so as not to choke, but I let him show me what he needed.

  When my thumb swept over his taint, he gasped loudly. "Fuck, Colton, I'm going to come."

  I moved one of my hands and wrapped it gently around his balls, tugging firmly. One last thrust as I sunk down on him as far as I could and felt his cock twitching as he emptied himself into my mouth and throat. If it was the only way I could stand to have him inside me, I'd take it and do the best job of it I could.

  When his cock stopped twitching and began to soften, I pulled his legs down into the water. "Get in," I told him.

  He scooted into the water with a small splash and stood in front of me, a happy smile on his face. "You okay?" I asked as I led him to a place in the hot tub where there was a raised portion resembling a chaise lounge. I reached up to the controls and turned on the jets, settling him into my body on his side as we reclined.

  I hated to be a needy bastard and ask him how I did, but… "Was that…I mean, you came, so I guess you got something out of it." I hated the lack of confidence in my voice, but I had to know.

  "Oh, God, that was fantastic. It felt…indescribable, Colton. I didn't expect you'd do that, but fuck, that felt…well, it was the best blow job I've ever had," he stated emphatically.

  I turned him to look at me and jerked his face up far rougher than I wanted. "Don't lie to me. You told me that night we went out for dinner we would always be honest with each other. I'm sure it's not the best you've ever had."

  I took a deep breath to still the anger because there was no reason for it. I didn't want him to stroke my ego. I wanted it to be good for him. If he was lying, I needed to get away from him before I hurt him.

  "Love, look at me," he requested. I looked at him, not realizing I'd turned away.

  "It was more meaningful than any other I've ever had because it was from you. You have no idea how much I enjoyed it. Don't doubt your skills because I've never…nobody else has been able to do that," he finished.

  "Do what? Make you come? I'm pretty sure…"

  He lifted his fingers and put them over my lips to still me. "Please, don't think I judged what you did for me against things from the past. Colton, you…it meant more because you and I care about each other, okay? It all means a lot more when you do it with someone you…care about."

  Oh! I hadn't thought about that. Then, something else popped in my head for which I wanted clarity. "What did you do that got you arrested and beaten up when Lance and I were in Unionville? Remember, we're being honest with each other."


  "I don't want to…"

  "You will tell me," I ordered sternly.

  "I got Jamie's girlfriend to give me a blow job in the bathroom of a club. I pulled out before I came in her mouth and gave her a facial, then I took a picture of it with her phone and sent it out to everyone in her contact list. Jamie’s friend, Kamal came looking for her, and when he found her in the bathroom on her knees with my jizz on her face while I cleaned up, he punched me.

  “I hit him back, but he dragged me out of the ladies’ room and hit me again. When the cops showed up, I saw them and that's when I unleashed on him. Since he wasn't hitting back by then, it looked to them like it was unprovoked on his part. That's why I got arrested and he got to go to the hospital."

  I looked into his eyes and saw he wasn't fucking kidding at all. I got up from the lounge spot and moved away because I was pissed and I didn't trust myself. "You fucking ass. You let a girl give you a blowjob in the bathroom of a club? I should be happy about this how Dupree?" I yelled.

  He moved closer, but I held up my hands to keep him away. I didn't know if I could resist hurting him because I was so pissed off. How the fuck could he do that?

  "Colt, it was before we got together so I didn't cheat on you, okay? I did it because now, Jamie will come after me. You have to understand, love, he took something from both of us, and I’m going to make sure he pays for that."

  I turned my back to him and ground my hands into my eyes, trying so fucking hard to erase the memories. Why he thought it was a good idea to do that shit, I didn't fucking…I couldn't understand.

  "Andre, how could you humiliate that girl like that?" Fuck, I didn't even think I knew him if he was capable of doing that shit.

  "Colton, she came on to me first, and I didn't stop her, okay? I scoped her out with the help of a friend, but she came on to me. I'm not justifying my behavior, and I won't lie and say it was easy to do but that girl's a fucking whore. I didn't do anything to her she didn't want. He took away so much from us, and I know I can't get it back, but I plan to make that fucker pay and think twice if he's ever tempted to do anything of the sort again."