Three Texas Swimmers
By:
Kenneth Kirk
(© 2021 by the author)
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Chapter 21
The Swimming Instructor
The next week I was scheduled to work every day from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. when my replacement, Gloria Cortez, would arrive. Gloria was a hot chick with brown skin, dark hair, and deep brown eyes. She filled out her one-piece swimsuit nicely, too. The previous week, when I had been replacing her at 2 p.m., she always hung around a few minutes at the start of my shift. I had the distinct impression she was chatting me up and imagining jumping my bones. Still a virgin as far as girls are concerned, I will admit I imagined that, too, although part of me was timid because I had the feeling she was much more experienced than I.
Monday, a few minutes after I hit the lifeguard stand and acknowledged a couple of elderly morning lap swimmers so they could get on with their workouts, I was shocked to see Harold Burgess, the manager, come out of the locker room with none other than the delicious Coach Lane. Needless to say, I was very intrigued. Both were dressed in shorts and Polos with the Country Club logo on them. Frankly I couldn’t imagine Coach being a new member, so I wondered what was going on.
They stood for a moment by the pool chatting, but I was unable to hear their words, although I could enjoy the bulge in Coach’s shorts and the firm muscles on his arms and legs. Soon enough, they walked around the deep end, where Coach seemed to inspect the diving boards, and then approached the high lifeguard stand where I was keeping watch of the 3 swimmers currently in the pool.
When they were only a couple of feet away from me, Harold said, “Brian, this is one of our lifeguards, Rick.”
I looked down at Coach and smiled, “Hi, Coach.”
“Hi, Rick,” Coach said with a big smile and a wink.
“Oh, you know each other,” Harold muttered.
“Sure,” Coach said, “Rick has been on my swim team for 3 years.”
“Of course,” Harold nodded. “You’re both from Coronado.”
“Yes,” Coach replied.
“Brian will be our swimming instructor for the next 10 weeks, Rick,” Harold informed me.
Hmm, I thought, this job has just gotten a lot better. “That’s great!” I said sincerely. “Welcome aboard, Coach.”
Coach chuckled. “Thanks, Rick.”
“When are the classes meeting?” I asked.
“I believe I’ll have classes Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday at 9 and 10:30 plus Saturday at 2. If I got it down right.”
“That’s right,” Harold replied.
“Cool,” I smiled. “It’ll be nice to see you around so much, Coach.” I really meant that as I knew his Speedos would fuel my fantasies. I also figured I could see about getting him together with Randy and Mike somehow. This was shaping up to be a good summer!
“Well,” Harold said as he looked at the big clock above the locker room door, “I should let you get changed so you’re ready to meet your first class in a few minutes.”
“See you later, Coach,” I said.
“Carry on, Rick,” Harold said as he turned to walk away.
“Bye, Harold.”
About 10 minutes later, Coach emerged from the locker room wearing a red Speedo like mine and carrying a stack of white towels, which he placed on a table near the locker room door. Then he sauntered over to my vicinity and said, “It’s great to see you gainfully employed, Rick.”
I chuckled. “I guess I can say the same thing to you, Coach.”
“You know, Rick, you’ve graduated now, so you aren’t my student anymore.”
“I’m well aware of that,” I snickered, thinking of the full meaning of his statement, “and rather glad about that.”
“Since we no longer have that student and teacher thing, we can be just regular friends from now on, so I would appreciate it if you would call me Brian now.”
I looked into his beautiful face. “I think I can manage that.”
“Excellent,” he smiled. A couple of young mothers had just come out of the locker room with their kiddies in tow. Glancing at them, he added, “Looks like I have work to do. Talk to you later.”
“Okay, uhm, Brian.”
Brian’s
first class was comprised of six kids I judged to be about 4 years old. One of
them was afraid of the water and a couple of them seemed very nervous, but
eventually everyone got into the shallow end and began to relax. Five of the
kids were accompanied by their mothers and one by her dad. The parents joined
the kids in the pool to assist them, so Brian was teaching the parents as much
as he was teaching the kids. I found it quite interesting to watch him interact
with these much younger kids. He seemed very comfortable with them and they all
responded well to him. I noticed one of the mothers tried to get as close to
him as she could without being too obvious. Honestly, I could hardly blame
her. After about half an hour, I noticed Harold step out and watch for a few
minutes before smiling and going back inside.
When the class was over, a couple of the mothers (including the one who was so smitten with Brian) talked with him for a few minutes before going back into the locker room to depart. When they were gone, he came back over to my stand.
“That seemed to go quite well,” I said when he was within easy earshot.
“Yes, it did,” he smiled. “I have about 10 minutes before people will be arriving for my next class. I thought I’d see if you need a potty break or something.”
“Thanks, uhm, Brian, that’s very thoughtful of you. I’m good for now, although after your next class I might ask you to stay here while I go.”
“Sure, any time.”
For a moment we stared at each other. I’d been thinking about talking with him about joining my buddies and me for some hot sex, so I decided now would be a good time to broach the subject.
“So, Brian, you turned down the invitation Randy, Mike, and I gave you a few weeks ago.”
He smiled and nodded slightly. “Yes, I couldn’t accept it then.”
“What about now? Could you accept now?”
“Perhaps. At this point, the legal and ethical reasons to turn it down are gone. So, I think I would accept if we can work out suitable logistics.”
I grinned as my cock throbbed in response.
“Why don’t you talk with Randy and Mike and come up with some options,” he continued. “Then we can discuss it again when I’m here Wednesday.”
“That’s a boss idea, Co--, uhm, Brian.”
“Excellent.” He smiled and quickly touched the bulge of his Speedo. Fuck! My cock practically lurched out of my tiny suit!
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some more people coming into the pool area.
“Catch you later, buddy.” He turned and walked toward the arriving club members and their kids. I couldn’t help but enjoy the symmetrical beauty of his butt as he walked away. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that!
Logistics Planning
Randy called me that evening about 8:15. “Hey, Rick,” he opened.
“Hey, Randy. We need to add Mike for a very interesting story.”
“Okay. Just a sec.”
In a moment, Mike said, “Hi, guys.”
“Rick has a story to tell,” Randy informed him.
“Yes,” I said as I planned how to lead them on about Coach. “I met the hot new swimming instructor today. Wow!”
Both my friends chuckled. “Details,” Mike said.
“Uhm, six feet tall, perfect bod with nice arms and amazing 6-pack, beautiful rounded butt, appears to be well endowed, sort of Greek- or Italian-looking. You know, dark hair and brown eyes with slightly darker skin and very handsome in a wonderful sexy way.”
“Sounds like Mike,” Randy pointed out.
Mike laughed and I chuckled. “I guess it does, but he looks like Mike will look in 8 or 9 years.”
“So, he’s old,” Randy said with a giggle.
“Oh, no, I’d say he’s in his prime.”
“So,” Mike cut in. “26 or so?”
“Actually, more like 28 or 29, I think.”
“I’m getting hard,” Mike informed us needlessly. We ignored him.
“Name?” Randy wanted to know.
“Brian,” I said coyly.
“Sounds delicious,” Mike said. “Why does he need a summer job? Doesn’t he have a regular job?”
“Yeah, he teaches, so he does this for extra money during the summer, I guess.”
“Where does he teach?” asked Randy.
“Coronado.”
There was a brief pause as they tried to figure out the teacher named Brian.
Finally, Mike practically shouted, “NO! It’s not Coach Lane.”
“Oh my god,” Randy said.
“The very one.”
“Oh, fuck,” Mike tittered, “this is awesome. Maybe I’ll sign up for swimming lessons.”
We all laughed at that.
“There’s more to tell,” I said mysteriously.
“Did you suck him off in the locker room?” Mike asked.
“Of course not. I was working!” I said indignantly. After a moment, I continued, “But there is more to the story.”
“Damn,” Randy whispered. “Spill.”
“He reminded me that I’m no longer his student, so I asked if he would accept our invitation now.” I paused to tease them.
After a couple of seconds, Randy said, “Tell us, you bastard!”
I laughed. “He said ‘maybe’ if we could work out the logistics.”
“I’m cumming!” Mike said.
I laughed. “Don’t waste your good juices. Save them for us.”
“Or Brian,” Mike said.
“So, what kind of logistics?” Randy asked.
“I think a time and place with, you know, lots of discretion.”
“Of course,” said Mike.
“His office or the locker room?” Randy suggested.
“I don’t think he would be comfortable at school,” I speculated.
“Could he do an overnight, like a camping trip?” Mike wondered.
“Perhaps,” I said, “but we ought to make it simpler, I think.”
“Yeah,” Randy agreed.
“Okay, we’ll save camping for the 4th or 5th time,” Mike giggled.
“Wow!” I said as Randy guffawed.
We were silent a few seconds.
“Maybe we could use your mom’s van, Mark,” I suggested.
“Possibly. We just have to have a plausible reason and find a private place to go.”
“What about after dark at Silver Falls?” Randy proposed. “You guys remember how deserted that place was after the sun went down.”
“Not bad,” I said.
“Any parental absences coming up?” Mike asked.
We all thought for a few moments.
“Hey, maybe so,” I said. “Mom is doing a week-long course at UT Med School in Galveston week after next and Dad is talking about taking my little sister and making it a family vacation on the beach. Of course, since I’m working, I can’t go.”
“That sounds like a good opportunity, but it’s not very soon,” Mike whined.
“Why don’t we offer him the choice?” Randy suggested. “You know, we meet at Rick’s, but that’s a couple of weeks from now. Or, we can borrow the van and go to Silver Falls as soon as we can find the right night.”
“I like that,” Mike said.
“If we are going to Silver Falls, we don’t really need the van, do we?” I asked. “Think how sexy it would be to do it with him on a blanket down by the waterfalls after dark.”
“Oooh,” Mike snickered, “that sounds quite romantic.”
“I’m supposed to discuss it with him on Wednesday at work.”
Randy summed it all up. “So, give him the options. If he doesn’t want to do it under the stars, we can arrange to get the van and do it in there.”
“Good plan,” I said.
“Okay, guys, unless one of you wants to come over here right now and give me a blowjob, I need to hang up.”
“Sorry,” Randy laughed, “I gotta get up too early.”
“Me, too, buddy,” I said, “although I hate for you to waste your good sperm on your belly.”
“Tough luck,” Mike said. “You’ve both had your chance. I’ll blow in about 5 minutes and then feel much better.”
We were all laughing as we disconnected.
To be continued...
Posted: 06/11/2021