Coach Assistant

By: Tim
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Chapter 64 

We slept in that Friday.  During the trial, we’d agreed, we’d only go to school Monday till Wednesday.  Friday would be our day ... or, at least, that was what I’d planned. 

We woke up late and, when we went downstairs for breakfast, we couldn’t find the newspaper.  Well, that was no surprise to me.  I knew my dad was going to try to make sure we were kept from all outside influences, as much as possible. 

‘So what do you want to do today, Nick?” Francis asked me. 

“I have no idea yet … I haven’t thought any further than yesterday.” 

“You want to go for a bike ride somewhere?”

“The weather looks good enough, Francis … so, yea, that might be a good idea.” 

Though it was late October, the weather had warmed during the past few days.  At least the good weather meant that I wouldn’t be trapped indoors with my cell phone or my computer.  Truth was, I didn’t want to be in contact with anyone.  I knew that Alexei had called late Thursday evening, but I hadn’t called him back because I didn’t want to relive the events of Thursday. 

“So, shower first before we go,” Francis suggested. 

“Yea … and probably afterwards as well,” I replied with a smile on my face. 

By the time we got to the bedroom, my dick had started to get a life of its own.  Oh, yea … showering with Francis … hmmm … that would get him going for sure! 

“Together?” Francis asked with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Yea … you’re up for that by the looks of it,” I said, looking at the bulge in his tight white briefs. 

“Oh, and you’re not?” he replied, laughing. 

“Well, it’s time to do a workout before the shower,” I answered. 

Francis quickly got close to me; then, he grabbed me.  I could feel a bit of hesitation.  But I threw myself into his arms and he slowly lifted me up. 

“Hmmm, a strong boyfriend!” I said in a low hiss.  I definitely had started to warm up.  I was wearing black and white boxers, showing a considerable tent. 

He kissed me while he carried me into the bathroom.  

“Like you said … this is your Friday, Nick.”  I just smiled; I didn’t want to think of why it was, as I knew thinking would just spoil it all. 

When we were inside, Francis put me down and closed the door.  

“OK … I can see that the big guy definitely needs attention,” he said, while he slowly pulled away my boxers. 

“Yea … but he feels lonely,” I said with a smile and pulled his briefs down. 

“I love you, Nick,” Francis said as he pulled me into a passionately embrace.  Our dicks joined in as well as I felt his rubbing against mine. 

Francis reached back into the shower and started it.  I could see him feel the water … he waited a bit before he slowly started to pull me into the shower, not letting me go … now not only embracing me with our bodies and dicks in touch, but also our tongues joined in a passionate sharing of feelings. 

Slowly he pulled me further into the shower until water started to pour over us. 

Francis slowly moved his lips down to my chin and neck … gently moving down over my shoulders.  I let out a loud groan when Francis reached the center of my chest. 

“Go on!” I said.  I waited for it … I waited for him to reach my nipples … to feel the … oh … there he was … his lips teasingly made their way to my left nipple.  I waited in anticipation, but still not ready for the feeling.  I let out another groan when he slowly put his lips around my nipple, starting softly and then slowly putting more pressure on it. 

“Like that?” I could hear him whisper as he moved towards the other side. 

I wasn’t able to say a lot as I was swept with feelings of intense pleasure.  I pushed my dick against his thrusting hardness.  It longed for attention. 

He slowly kept moving downwards now.  Instead of standing up, he let himself sink to his knees.  My hands now moved up from his back to his head, touching his hair, feeling the softness of it.  I needed him, I needed him very much.  I couldn’t resist and I pressed his head downwards.  But he resisted and continued at his own speed to lick his way to my love pole. 

"Baby, I can't take much more of this!" I panted.

Francis looked down towards my now very fully hard and throbbing cock.  Then he moved his eyes towards his face and, in between deep breaths, I smiled at him.  I expected him to take me in his mouth but, suddenly, I felt the warm flesh of his hand around it … not wet and warm as I’d expected … just warm as he quickly covered my dick with his hand.  Slowly he started teasingly to stroke it. 

I could feel precum making its way out of my dick, slowly but steadily.  That must have been a sign for Francis to notch things up a bit, as I felt a soft lick going over the head of my cock.  I moaned again.

Continuing to swirl his tongue around my cockhead, he slowly took as much as he could into his mouth in one stroke.

"Oh!  Francis … that's … oh, man ...," I panted, squeezing my eyes shut.

My body shuddering involuntarily as Francis continued sucking up and down my shaft.  "Francis … I'm so close ...  please, baby ...," I choked out before moaning loudly again.

Francis kept up his rhythm.   He moved his hand from my dick and started stroking my balls.   His other hand reached up and toyed with one of my nipples.   The sensations were too much for me.  I could feel the pressure built up.  It was going to ….  I took a deep, gasping breath and was absolutely still as I came in Francis’s mouth, grunting with each shot.   He kept sucking until I started softening … then he let go.

Breathing heavily, I sank to my knees and wrapped my arms around Francis.   "I … I ...  umm ...," I panted.

“Shhhh, not now, Nick.  I know how you feel.”

I could feel Francis’s dick still hard against my upper leg.  I took my hands and put them around his waist, pushing him up so he would stand up.  Shaking the water out of his eyes, he looked beautiful to me … glistering with water drops on his body … some flowing off it … others just hanging onto it like the one on the tip of his cock. 

I got close to that single water drop and licked it off.  He bucked his hips slightly towards me.  I knew what he wanted and I slowly took his dick in my mouth, first swirling my tongue around it and then, with a big gulp, I went down on it … sucking it in and then letting it go while keeping my warm, wet lips on his dick until I let them go with a loud plop. 

It didn't take Francis very long to go over the edge and shoot into my mouth with a heartfelt groan.   I choked a little at first, then swallowed … making Francis shoot a little more.  I sucked him a bit more until he was soft.  Then I let him go and I felt his hands under my arms, pulling me up until our lips were at the same height.  He got closer and my dick started to get hard again as my lips reached his for a long passionate kiss … tasting still of his cum but now also having the flavour of my own through his mouth. 

It lasted quite a while before we both realised we really needed to finish and shower. 

We went out on our bikes.  We rode through the west side of the city and then into the river valley … sometimes along side the water, sometimes through a bit of the woods that bordered the waterway. 

From time to time I was lost in my own mind, reliving the time we had in the shower but also thinking about next week at school, at the courthouse, and elsewhere.  I had answered Francis’s questions in the beginning but it had become more difficult as time went on, and I realized I had not really been listening. 

I looked at him and slowly his question came to me.  “You wanna have a picnic down here?” 

I looked around.  He had found a little area of grass bordered by the river on one side and the trees on the other, the path running a bit further down before disappearing into the trees.  It was a perfect spot, I thought. 

We had something to eat and lay down on the grass, overlooking the river. 

“That was great this morning, Nick.  It really makes me feel close to you.” 

I smiled, not knowing what to say. 

“You know, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for some time now and this morning I almost did but ….” 

“You can ask me anything, you know that, Francis.”

“I know … but I’m still not sure if this is the right time.” 

“If it’s something that’s bothering you … something on your mind … then, now is the right time, whatever it is.” 

“Well … we’ve been having quite a bit of fun lately, if you know what I mean.”  He was looking shyly at me, not the self-assured Francis he could be.  I turned on my side and looked at him. 

“Yea, you wanna do some more?”  I was still in a romantic mood, I could feel that. 

“Oh!  Horny Nick!  I’d better look out for that,” he said, smiling.  “No, seriously, Nick, I know I probably wouldn’t have normally brought this up.  We probably would have found the right time to do it and it would just have happened.” 

What on earth was he talking about, I wondered.

“Well … you know … going a few steps further.” 

“Oh!”  I said.  I now knew what he meant … he wanted to go further sexually … to fuck.

“I …,” he went on, then stopped.  He must have seen the confused look on my face. 

“Yea, I’d like to feel you inside me, Nick … to feel what it’s like when you … well, you know.” 

I looked at him, at first not quite realizing that he didn’t want to fuck me but that he wanted me to fuck him. 

“Oh!” I said, not sure what else to say. 

“Oops … I guess that was the wrong question at the wrong time,” he said. 

“No, I was just surprised.  We normally don’t talk about it but let’s discuss it now.” 

“Yea, I know … but this was something that I felt I needed to talk about.  I was afraid you’d take it the wrong way if, in the midst of play, I suddenly brought it up.” 

“I guess you’re right about that, Francis.  Even now it feels a little odd.”

He let out a deep breath.  “So, it was OK for me to bring it up?” 

“Of course, and the answer is, I’d love to.  It might feel strange for me but … still … yea … I think I’d love it.  But we’ll have to see when.” 

‘Oh, it’ll have to be at a time we both feel right about it … it can’t be planned … it’ll just have to be spontaneous.” 

“Good,” I said and leaned forward to kiss him. 

We played a bit on the grass … nothing too serious … just enjoying each other’s company without thinking about anything else. 

After a few hours, we started back.  We knew we’d probably just make it home before the others arrived. 

As we approached the house, we stopped, startled by the sight that unfolded in front of us.  There were several cars and news vans outside our house; some cameramen stood around and several reporters, too.  Damn!  What was going on?  We stopped … we didn’t want to go on.  So far I’d been able to avoid the news cameras, but how could we get inside without running the gauntlet of the media?

“Damn!” Francis said out loud. 

“You’re right, Francis.  Now what?” 

“Well, we’ll never get inside without being seen.  Let’s see if anyone is home.” 

“OK, but let’s go around the corner.  I don’t want to be seen by accident.” 

We moved back and Francis dialed our home number.  No one answered.  Then we tried dad’s office number. 

Some one answered, but it wasn’t my dad.  We were told to hold on.  We were reconnected. 

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Why are there camera crews outside the house?  We just got back and can’t get in.”

“Damn!  Let me think.  Can you go to Kathy’s house for the time being?  We’ll need to sort this out, I just don’t know how yet.” 

We detoured towards Kathy’s house.  She opened the door when we knocked.  “Come on in, guys.  How are you feeling?” 

“Hmmm, I think we’ve missed a few things, Kathy.  We haven’t heard any news, so I think you’d better bring us up to speed.” 

“Well, I’m not sure it’s hit the newspapers down here yet.”

“But you know what’s happening, don’t you, Kathy?” I pressed a bit. 

“Yea … but maybe it’d be better if your dad tells you what’s happening.” 

“OK, let’s give him a ring,” Francis said. 

I took the phone and called home again. 

“Dad,” I said when he answered the phone.  “What’s going on?  Earlier you didn’t want to tell me anything … but there must be more going on.” 

“Yes, I think I owe you an explanation … but please wait till I’m there.  I’m trying to find a way to escape the journalists and get us all back together again.” 

“OK,” I said. 

“So, what’s happening?” Francis asked, looking at me. 

“He’s on his way.” 

“Oh!” 

“I just brought the computer online,” Kathy said from behind her desk.  “Maybe there’s more on the Internet.” 

We walked behind her and looked at the website of one of the local newspapers.  There it was, their lead story.  I read half of it but then couldn’t read any more.  How was it possible that someone would write something like that?  Now I started to see what Steve had said. How could anyone write such vulgar lies?

I stepped back a bit and clutched the corner of the couch, trying to hold myself upright.  I turned and sat down, looking into nothingness.  I’d expected a lot to happen but that they’d launch a counter-attack like that was almost impossible to consider.  No wonder the journalists had jumped on the story! 

“Nick … damn!  How could they?”  I looked up and saw that Francis had turned around to look at me.  “Nick, are you OK?” he asked when he saw me sitting down. 

He came closer and sat beside me. 

“It’s just a tactic to confuse everyone, Nick.  The truth will come out in the end,” Kathy said. 

“Oh, do you think that that will be remembered?  You know how things like this go,” Francis answered. 

“Well, we just have to wait and see what your dad says.  He might know more, especially how school officials have reacted.” 

“Oh, I can tell you that, Kathy.  The head was in dad’s office on Wednesday and he was definitely not happy … and he certainly wasn’t on our side.” 

“You think they’d drop him just like that?” 

“Well, they might … just to be rid of the problem.” 

We went silent, each of us trying to get the sense of it all and what the consequences would be.  I’d better tell you what was said because, otherwise, all of this won’t make a whole lot of sense.  The doctors and Mike claimed that the school and the coach of the gymnastics team were at fault … that they’d created a situation where power and influence were used on the younger members of the team to make them obedient and submissive … where pupils were even directed to leave their parents’ house (Francis was used as an example).  The school had allowed this exploitation of the young to happen.  The fact that the school permitted the student paper to print stories about my situation became evidence of an unhealthy environment.  Surely a guy would never participate in something like that, and then write about it … unless he was a willing participant?  The school had to be complicit.  The argument was perverse … but it fit enough of the facts to be believable.  With so many little lies and misrepresentations, it almost looked to be true. 

We waited in silence for my dad to arrive. 

“I’m sorry, Nick.  I didn’t want to keep this all a secret from you.  In the beginning I thought it wouldn’t be believed … but today it just got completely out of the hand.”

“OK … as long as you don’t keep anything from us in the future.  Remember, we have to deal with all of this.  If we know what’s being said up front, then we can deal with it.  What if we’d unknowingly bumped into the press today?” 

“Yea, I know … I’m sorry about that.” 

“So what is going on, dad?”

“Well, it’s not that easy to explain … but let’s say that a few parties involved in all of this have forged an alliance and are using the case to forward their own agenda.  You’ll remember that, immediately after the publication of your revelations in the school paper, a number of very conservative parents protested to the head and also to the teacher/parent association against such things being put in the paper.  It seems that, somehow, they’ve been in contact with the defense and they are now working together.  Now the parents are not only protesting about future stories in the school paper as announced by Steve but also against the head for “letting” this all happen with a team of gymnasts … who are all a bunch of … well you know their opinion on the question of your sexuality, I guess.” 

“Wow!  But the freedom of the school paper is guaranteed … the head can’t interfere with the publication of articles there.” 

“I know … but it seems that the parents threatened to go to the school board if the head or the parent/teacher association didn’t respond to their demands.  I talked today with the head and representatives of the association and they think it’s best to keep things separate and have a hearing on that issue later … some time next week.” 

“Oh!  Do you think they have a chance of winning over the board, dad?” 

“Well, I’m not sure, Nick … but the threat of going directly to the board is not to be taken lightly … and you never know what the board may decide.” 

“And what about you, coach?” Francis asked. 

So far I hadn’t seen the consequences for him in this all. 

“For the time being, I’m on non-active status, so I’m not allowed to come in contact with students until it’s decided if I did anything wrong.” 

“Damn!  Dad, this isn’t what I wanted to happen to you.” 

“I know, son … but we’ll stick together and come out of this stronger.” 

“But dad … you know that it’s the initial accusations that get publicity … not the truth that comes out later.  By then the damage to your reputation is already done by stories like the ones that are being published now.” 

“No, that’s true … but so far all we can do is see what happens.  The head read Steve’s article and advised him that it’d be better not to print it.  I’m not sure what Steve will do, though.” 

“Shit!  More people in trouble because of this!” 

“Don’t blame yourself, Nick.  It’s not your fault and, to be honest, I think Steve did a very good job in exposing the flaws in other reports the way he did.  He knows the correct questions to ask: does this have anything to do with the truth and news or not?” 

“So, did you manage to get past the reporters at the house, sir?” Francis asked. 

“Yes, I did.  I went through the bushes at the back of the house into the neighbor’s garden and through his house.  I called him to see if that was OK.  Normally that would be the way back in, too.  You know Mr. Roberts, don’t you?” 

Oh, did we ever know Mr. Roberts!  We’d had fights in the past over balls ending up in his garden or in his precious flowers. 

“So we can go back when we want?” 

‘Yea, if you guys are ready, we can go.  You might want to stay out of sight for a few days, Kathy.  If David wants, he can spend his nights here.  When it’s safe to come over, we’ll let you know.” 

“OK.  I’ll talk about it with my parents and let you know.” 

We left Kathy’s place and went home … well, almost home, that is.  Mr. Roberts wasn’t at his place but dad had gotten a key for the porch door so he could get in and use the garden as a route to get back into our house.  When we finally arrived, David told us that there were still quite a few people around.  The phone had been ringing most of the time and that shitty reporter from the local newspaper had even had the nerve to ring the doorbell, but David hadn’t answered it.

I went to my room and told Francis I’d do some homework but, as you might expect, there was no way that I could concentrate on anything.  I knew I’d be under a lot of pressure because of this and, being the only person willing to come forward, I’d be the focus pf attention, but I never expected that others … such as Steve and my dad and the school … might suffer, too.  But, then again, they could all handle the pressure and there was nothing I could do now to stop the prosecution of the case.  All we could do is to go with the flow and see where it would end. 

To be continued...