SWIM TEAM FUNDRAISER
This is a work of gay fiction. The characters and sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended in age-different sexual situations involving college student-athletes, please stop reading immediately.
(Gay Athletics / Gay College)
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Gary Richardson, the 48-year-old head coach of the Empire University swimming program was laying languidly in his bed, casually caressing the naked body and thick, flaccid cock of his 26-year-old assistant coach and lover, Brent Colfax. Although out of competition for a few years, coach Brent continued to shave his muscled, rail-like body.
During coach Richardson's 11-year tenure at the helm of the small, east coast university, it had become a clandestine destination for elite-level gay swimmers. Some were open about their sexuality, while others remained publicly closeted, but otherwise active.
While Richardson's teams had been moderately successful, they lacked for funding and facilities, which the coach found to be increasingly frustrating.
Brent Colfax had been a swimmer at Empire U, and among the most promiscuous young, gay men on campus. After graduation, he and coach Richardson had become lovers, and Colfax assumed the role of assistant coach.
Only a few years older than some of the seniors, Colfax had them call him, "coach Brent," while the head coach preferred the formality of being referred to by his last name.
Earlier in the evening, with Brent's swelling cock in his hand, the older man began to gently kiss the younger man's neck. Brent enjoyed the unhurried, passionate sex that coach Richardson happily provided. It was a marked contrast from the wham-bam, indiscriminate gay sex of his youth.
Repositioning his still-muscular, slender body on top of the fit, 48-year-old man, the pair began to fellate each other passionately from the 69 position, a favorite of both. The two men, separated by 22 years, eagerly sucked and stroked the thick cocks of the other. The lusty men were by no means sexually exclusive with each other, and enjoyed sex with other men when the opportunity presented itself, sometimes inviting a willing third party into their bed.
With coach Richardson positioned below, the older coach wet his middle finger, and began to playfully poke and prod Brent's pink anus. The 26-year-old was equally adept at "giving" and "receiving" oral and anal sex, while the older coach was a decided "top."
Now in the afterglow, lying leisurely in bed, coach Gary discussed his frustrations with the younger assistant coach, and wondered aloud how they could raise money? The head coach had long wanted to take his student-athletes to Hawaii over the summer to train. Naturally, this would be expensive.
Among the tasks that coach Richardson delegated to his lone assistant, was recruiting. With the program's limited budget, coach Brent would typically attend high school swim meets to represent the Empire U program, and to meet prospective student-athletes.
The "out" and secretly gay high school boys who knew about Empire U, would discretely approach him about scholarship opportunities. The two coaches had little problem filling out their rosters each year.
A notable recruiting exception was taking place that day. A 16-year-old recruit was being flown in from California for an official visit. The high school junior's swim times were eye-popping in several different styles and strokes, and the boy was on track to graduate a year early.
With their swim season ending disappointingly early in February without a postseason invitation, the two coaches were already busily retooling for the following season, slated to begin in the late fall. Their modest squad consisted of only 12 swimmers, two of whom would be graduating in May.
Coach Richardson wondered if he might have bitten off more than he could chew with his ambitious plans to take the team to Hawaii?
It was a 90-minute drive to the nearest airport that could accommodate flights originating from southern California. Coach Brent quickly recognized the strapping, boyishly-handsome, 6'2" swimmer from San Diego, Phillip Moreland.
"Phillip? I'm coach Brent." The blonde-haired 16-year-old was already the same height as his 26-year-old prospective coach. "How was your flight?" the coach asked in a friendly tone, knowing that Phillip had to endure a two-hour layover in Chicago to ultimately land some 90 minutes from campus. "It was fine," the boy answered as cheerfully as he could. Coach Brent could see from Phillip's bleary eyes that he was tired from the long ordeal.
The young coach helped his teenage recruit with his bags, as they walked to the coach's white SUV. Driving wordlessly for a while, Phillip asked the one question that would ultimately determine his college choice: "Are the stories that I hear true?" "What stories?" Coach Brent blithely asked. "Well," Phillip continued, "That there a lot of gay swimmers on the squad, and it's `cool' with everyone?"
Coach Brent looked squarely at the teen, smiled, and nodded his head, adding that both he and coach Richardson were also gay and unashamed. Phillip looked relieved, and soon relaxed, eventually falling asleep as coach Brent drove to the small campus.
During the 90-mile trip, the 26-year-old coach often looked down appreciatively at thick lump in the spread-legged crotch of Phillip's jeans.
Pulling into the beautiful, wooded, campus grounds, Phillip looked around in wonder. It looked so much greener than San Diego. Phillip had never been outside of California, save for a brief trip across the border to Tijuana.
The 16-year-old was given a thorough tour of the campus grounds, locker and weight-room facilities, as well as the university's varsity pool.
The assistant coach was giving the young teenager the "full-court press." Before the recruiting visit was concluded, coach Brent was determined to have Phillip's signature on a binding, Letter of Intent, ensuring his fall enrollment.
With his strong "gaydar," coach Brent had become keenly aware of Phillip's furtive glances at his muscular body, and choosing to ignore them... for the time being.
Following dinner, coach Brent drove Phillip back to his comfortable hotel, being paid for from the swim team's meager budget.
Seated together on a hotel room loveseat, coach Brent asked the teenager about himself. Phillip told the young coach about his life in San Diego, his parents and younger sister, and his excellent grades and SAT scores. Diligent in his background check, coach Brent already knew all of that.
Phillip was momentarily speechless when the 26-year-old asked, "When did you first realize that you were gay?" The 16-year-old took a deep, cleansing breath, and began to bare his soul:
"I was always a good athlete, but I shied away from team sports like baseball and soccer because I thought by being in such close quarters with my teammates, someone would eventually find out my secret. Swimming was a sport that I could do alone."
The boy added, "I think my parents might freak if they find out, so I've been looking at colleges on the other side of the country." The coach put a sympathetic hand on Phillip's thigh.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" the coach continued to pry. The teen bowed his head, saying "no." He then admitted that he didn't even know anyone that was gay, and had been afraid to try to find out.
"I see," said an understanding coach Brent. "Well, we'd love to have you here at Empire, Phillip." The teenager smiled back, imagining spending his nights in bed with some cute boy. Coach Brent then went in to seal the deal. Pointing to the papers on the small, hotel room table, he said, "All you have to do is sign your name here, and here." The 16-year-old eagerly signed. Since Phillip wasn't 18, coach Brent knew that he would also need to obtain signatures from Phillip's parents.
Neither anticipated a problem there. How many parents would turn down a scholarship that included housing, a monthly stipend, books, and tuition. The cost to attend the private university was over $50,000 a year.
Coach Brent shook the teenager's hand, and patted him affectionately on the back. Phillip was surprised to be handed a red Empire U speedo. The coach encouraged him to put it on so that he could take some social media pictures announcing the signing.
Phillip had seen tons of pictures and videos on X and Facebook, announcing the signing of high school athletes, and thought nothing of it, as he slipped into the bathroom to change.
Opening his backpack, coach Brent produced a digital camera. While the lighting wasn't great, he knew that it could be beefed up later through Photoshop.
The tall, muscularly-lean 16-year-old stepped out from the bathroom, dressed only in pair of tight, red Speedos, with the letters EU stitched in gold lettering. Like most swimmers, Phillip's maturing body was cleanly-shaven to reduce drag in the pool.
Coach Brent couldn't fail to notice that they boy's "junk" was occupying a significant amount of space in the front of the small swimsuit. The lumpy outline of Phillip's semi-erect penis was clearly visible in the camera lens.
"A lot of boys are going to like these pictures," the coach said as he continued to take pictures. The suggestion made the boy's young cock begin to noticeably swell. "I can't believe a handsome guy like you doesn't have a boatload of boyfriends," the young coach added. "Maybe you will after these pictures get posted." That was just the type of flattery that Phillip had long to hear. He beamed with pride as he posed for the photos.
Putting down the camera, the 26-year-old coach took off his team polo shirt, and wordlessly walked toward the boy, gently gripping the teenager's "package." While initially surprised, Phillip did nothing to stop the handsome, lust-filled coach. Kneading the boy's swollen penis in his eager hand, the coach leaned in for a kiss. Phillip had never before been kissed by a man or a boy, and coach Brent's avid hand could tell that the 16-year-old was liking things so far.
Wearing shorts and a polo shirt on the unseasonably warm day, the young coach was now down to a pair of khaki shorts, which seemed to be tightening by the minute.
Coach Brent's eager hands caressed the developing muscles of Phillip's youthful, tan chest, and licked his brown boy-nipples, before stopping at the teenager's tight, athletic buttocks.
In an instant, the 16-year-old's Speedos were lowered to his ankles. Phillip's long, slender cock sprang to life from its enforced confinement. Mutely, the young coach fell to his knees, caressing the compliant teenager's youthful cock and balls. As with the rest of youthful body, Phillip's pubic area was also cleanly-shaven, causing the coach's curious hands to probingly explore.
After a few minutes of eager fondling, the 26-year-old inserted Phillip's erect penis into his covetous mouth. Phillip moaned in ecstasy. How many times had he dreamed of having his cock sucked by a handsome, muscular man?
Coach Brent's oral skills were legendary. Phillip's slender body quivered, and goose bumps appeared as expert fellatio was performed on him.
Looking down, Phillip watched his 6" penis disappearing in-and-out of coach Brent's experienced mouth. "Jesus!" The 16-year-old exclaimed as the grown man reached around him to clutch his muscular butt cheeks. While he continued to "blow" the teen from California, the coach made an exploratory probe of the rim of the boy's anus. The touch was wholly unexpected, causing the young boy to jump.
"Not yet," the coach thought, contenting himself by reaching between Phillip's smooth, muscular thighs to diddle the blonde boy's balls.
For a teenager receiving his first blow job, Phillip held out unnaturally long before cumming explosively in coach Brent's mouth. "Sorry about that," the boy shyly said, as the 26-year-old wiped some jizz from his lips. "No worries," replied coach Brent.
The young coach removed his khaki shorts, carefully looking for any telltale cum stains. Fortunately, there were none. Now standing in a tiny, black thong, coach Brent vainly did a 360-degree turn, allowing the boy to admire his toned, nearly-naked body, and thick, round ass.
Phillip's mouth appeared to be watering as coach Brent dramatically lowered his thong underwear. The grown man's penis was bigger and thicker than Phillip's more-than modest-sized cock. With both penises erect, the young coach stepped toward the boy, and gripped both of their engorged cocks with one hand.
Phillip began to quiver again as the coach vigorously rubbed the two cocks together with his right hand, while exploring the 6'2" teenager's muscled ass with his left hand.
As coach Brent diddled the boy, Phillip had a nervous, almost inaudible request. The young coach hadn't quite heard it the first time, making Phillip repeat it. "Sure," the coach answered immediately, slapping the boy's firm, round, backside.
Releasing the teenager's engorged cock, coach Brent again searched through his backpack. Returning with a tube of lube, he bent the willing boy over the hotel room desk chair, and applied the gooey gel to the tip of his penis, and the trembling rim of Phillip's small, pink anus.
Like other gay boys, Phillip would learn by surreptitiously watching gay porn on his cell phone, paying particular interest to "twinks" engaging in anal sex.
"It's now or never," Phillip thought, as the coach, as gently as he could, inserted his throbbing cock. It was initially more painful than he had imagined, but as his rectum opened, being butt-fucked was proving to be "hotter" than he had dreamt.
With one hand on the boy's hip for leverage, coach Brent, by degrees, increased his speed and intensity until his meaty balls could be heard slapping against Phillip's gorgeous backside. Phillip hadn't anticipated that anal sex could last as long as it did, but coach Brent inevitably, forcefully ejaculated in the 16-year-old's virgin boy-pussy.
Phillip was limp after first his anal-pounding, so the coach picked up the naked, 6'2" swimmer, and playfully dropped him onto the hotel bed with a thud.
With his hands behind his head, coach Brent allowed the first-timer to take his time exploring every inch of his muscular, naked body, thick cock and meaty ass. That night, the boy eagerly delivered his first blow job, and his second.
The exhausted man and boy soon fell asleep naked, in each other's arms.
Waking up the next day, coach Brent suggested that they shower, with both men eagerly soaping up the muscular naked body of the other.
Then, after a hearty breakfast, coach Brent drove Phillip back to the airport. His signed Letter of Intent was safely tucked into the coach's backpack.
While his assistant coach was "entertaining" the recruit, coach Richardson came up with what he thought was a spectacular, and innovative idea. He couldn't wait to share his concept to raise money with Brent.
Reporting to the Swim offices on Monday morning, coach Brent happily placed the signed LOI on the head coach's desk. Mission accomplished! Coach Richardson shook Brent's hand, and clapped him on his muscled back.
"That boy wore me out!" Coach Brent said with a lascivious leer.
"I've got some more good news," Coach Richardson said. "I think I came up with a good idea to raise a lot of money quickly." Coach Brent sat down. He was intrigued.
Coach Richardson continued: "What if we get a couple of our boys to volunteer, and then we auction off a "date" with them. You know our fanbase. They'd love to get their hands on a college-age boy."
"Sounds like a good idea," the younger coach concurred.
The End. Stay tuned for Part 2.
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