Into the pool

You walked out to the pool deck, and the assistant coach that helped you earlier walked over.

He asked about your nose. Instinctively you reached up to touch your nose and found it no longer hurt.

"I'll be fine."

He put his hand on your shoulder.

"I saw you earlier. Even timed a few of your sprints. You were putting up great times. Competitive times."

He leaned in.

"One of your teammates has made me aware of what has been going on. The talk, the ****, how you have been mistreated."

Mistreated.

That word sent a ripple through your body.

The coach began to stroke your arm and looked directly into your eyes. He was a young man, mid 20's, probably just out of college.

Is he hitting on me?

"You need someone to talk to; you come to see me."

His hand moved up your arm, over your shoulder and down your back.

You leaned forward and whispered,

"I can think of better things for us to do than talk Coach. You think I am impressive in the pool, try me out of the pool."

He laughed off your remark, but not before you saw a spark of interest. Then he noticed something over your shoulder.

"Break time over."

You turned around and saw Trent walk out of the locker room.

"Put the pressure on Trent, but from behind, make him work.

You headed to the pool. The assistant coach called after you.

"I'm Joel."

You gave Joel a smile, hopped in the pool, and swam over to your lane. Trent followed. Without speaking, Trent pushed off the wall and picked up with practice where you left off.

You were right on Trent's heels for the rest of the training session. Whatever endurance and speed you had before had mostly faded, but you were determined to let Trent know that you were not going to back down. Trent, for his part, seemed off his game. You and Trent were two of the last swimmers to finish practice. Your ability to keep up with him frustrated Trent, and he stormed off to the locker room. Joel gave you a thumbs-up.

Seems I have a fan.

Most of the team showered and took a few hours to study and relax before heading to the weight room, but Trent preferred to workout immediately after practice. He said he liked working out when there were fewer people around, but the truth was the team preferred to work out when Trent wasn't around.

Since you were assigned to work out with Trent, you changed into your workout gear. You saw Trent trying to get to his locker, but another swimmer, oblivious to Trent, was standing in the way. Trent just stood and waited. Eventually, the other swimmer noticed.

"Sorry, Trent. Didn't see you there." He closed his locker and moved out of the way.

"Hey, thanks."

You walked over to Trent and rested your hand on his shoulder. He spun around with an angry expression. You met his gaze.

"I have something to take care of. You head down to the weight room, and I'll meet you there."

At first, it seemed like Trent was going to reply. Instead, he just shrugged your hand off his shoulder and nodded.

You headed out the back of the building to the reserved parking area. Since practice was winding down, you knew the coaching staff would be heading out soon. You leaned up against the wall. Within five minutes, Joel emerged from the building. You made eye contact, and he walked over to you.

"Good practice today, Adam"

You smiled. He leaned in.

"I never did thank you for helping me with my bloody nose, coach."

Joel tried to protest, but before he could say anything, you leaned forward and kissed him. At first, he was surprised, but soon he was an eager and energetic accomplice. He was an excellent kisser. You made a weird high pitched moan, and Joel started laughing. Soon you were both laughing.

"I don't think I have ever heard a human make a noise like that. I'll take it as a compliment."

"I wonder what noises you make?"

"I can tell you are going to get me into so much trouble."

Joel turned to walk away, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back to you. You quickly unbuttoned his shorts and snaked you hand down his pants and under his underwear. You cupped your hand around his cock and balls and gave a firm squeeze. Joel sucked in his breath, leaned into you, and started to nuzzle at your neck.

"You have no idea the trouble I have in mind for you, coach."

You squeezed harder. Enough that Joel's body shuddered and he made a grunt of discomfort. You extracted your hand from his pants and buttoned his shorts. Joel stood there waiting expectantly for what came next. You ruffled his hair, chuckled, and walked back into the building and to the weight room.

Always leave them wanting more.