Sharks and Minnows
by David Heulfryn

 

Max woke up squirming. He felt moisture between his arse cheeks. He sighed. Finn had cum in his sleep again. He could feel that Finn still had an erection, and the cum felt fresh and fluid rather than thick and sticky. Max pushed back and felt Finn’s cock connect with his hole. Max sighed. He wanted James to make love to him again. He wanted to feel James inside him.

“Min!” Max reached for the tissues by his bedside and grabbed a handful. “Min!” He called again. This time he groaned and woke up. “You’ve done it again. Grab these.” He passed the tissues behind him. He waved them in Finn’s face. “It all between my arse. I don’t think it’s on the bedclothes. Grab the tissues and wipe it up. I’m afraid if I move, your cock will slip out, and it will run down onto the bed.”

Finn finally woke up enough to understand what Max was saying. He grabbed the tissues and started to wipe Max’s arse. “Give me more tissues, will you,” Finn asked, tossing the used ones onto the floor. He grabbed the fresh ones and wiped his cock and then wiped Max’s arse again. He started laughing. “I’ve never had to wipe my older brother’s arse before. I hope you don’t make a habit of this.” Finn teased.

“Shut up. It’s your mess, not mine. I can control my balls. You really need to do something about this. Either that or wear pants to bed.

“You know I can’t do that. I hate wearing pants now. I have to sleep naked.”

Max glanced at their alarm clock. They had just over ten minutes before it screeched to wake them up. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. “I’m getting up and going for a shower.”

Max kicked his feet from under the duvet and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed. “Fuck!” His foot had trodden in the mass of cummy tissues, some fresh, some dry and sticky. They stuck to the sole of his foot. He lifted it and pulled his leg across the other. He picked off the tissues. “I’ve just stood on your tissues.”

Finn tried not to laugh, but Max felt the bed vibrate with Finn stifling his chuckles.

“It’s not funny, Min. You came over my arse, and now I can’t leave the room without stepping in your cum. It’s everywhere, Min.”

“Don’t flush them, Max. You know Dad hates it when you flush tissues.” Finn giggled.

“Why don’t you get up and deal with them?”

“Why would I? You’re holding them. Why should both of us get cum on our hands.”

“You’re a little shit, Min.”

“But a lovable little shit.”

“Yes, Min. You’re a loveable little shit.”

Max went downstairs to throw Finn’s cummy tissues in the kitchen bin. He then went in the shower, only to be disturbed by Finn going to the toilet and absent-mindedly flushing.

“Fucking hell!” Max screamed as the shower water became scolding. Max stood back to get out of the spray and waited for it to equalise back to the warm flow he was enjoying.

Finn poked his head around the shower curtain and looked at Max. “Sorry, Max. Habit. Can go in after you.”

“Sure.”

The brothers showered and dressed for school. Lily sorted out breakfast while waiting for Owen to shower and the brothers to come down.

“Remember I’m at swim club tonight, Mum.”

“I remember. What are you going to do for dinner?” She asked.

“I’ll come home after school, grab some juice and perhaps a biscuit. You know I hate to eat beforehand, and it’ll be too late afterwards.”

“I could make you a sandwich for when you get back from school,” Lily suggested.

“Thanks, Mum. That would be nice. You know I won’t be back until about half nine?” He reminded her.

“I remember, Sweetie. But I worry about the late night and when you will do your homework.”

“I’ll be fine. I have planned my homework so I can get it all done, and it’s only one night. And I’ll go to bed straight away when I get back.”

“Well, Finn. If it gets too much, then we will think again.”

“Think again about what.” Owen turned up, drying his hair. He hadn’t gotten dressed yet after his shower. He hadn’t even bothered putting on some underpants.

“Finn’s swim club. It starts at six, and he’ll finish at nine. He won’t be back until nearly half nine, and once he’s had a drink or something, it’ll be nearly ten by the time he’s in bed.”

“I thought it finished at eight?” Owen threw his towel in the washing machine and went to pour himself a freshly brewed coffee.

“It does, Dad. But Coach has asked me to stay to give some one-to-one training.” Finn looked worried his parents might stop him. “I want to do it, Dad. It’s only one day, and I promise it won’t affect my schoolwork.”

“Okay, Finn. But I agree with your Mum. If it affects your schoolwork, we’ll have to look at the situation again.”

“Okay, Dad. But I promise it won’t.”

“Good.” Owen took another slurp of his hot coffee.

Finn was excited when he left school. He had an hour to get home, eat his sandwich, have a drink and then leave for the leisure centre. Max wasn’t home, and Finn wondered where he was. After gulping down his food, he ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of swim briefs. He tossed them back in his drawer; he didn’t want to wear them. Last week he was naked, and although it wasn’t a problem, some wore swimming trunks.

Coach Anderson was waiting for Finn in the changing room. He was wearing red swim briefs, like last week. Finn glanced at the impressive bulge and remembered seeing what was inside.

“I’m glad you’re early. You can help me set up. We need to get some floats out and some bricks. I want to teach them to dive properly and fetch them if they’re in the water. Some are struggling, and I see them using their feet.”

Finn stripped naked and followed Coach into the pool area. They went to the cupboard to get out the stuff. Coach got the floats and told Finn to get as many weights as he could manage.

Coach saw Finn struggling and took a few bricks off him. Instead of putting them on the side, he threw them in the pool. In the deep end. One he threw to the diving area. It sank five metres to the bottom.

“Oopsie.” Coach pretended it was an accident. “I know you can swim, but can you hack it as a lifeguard. Fetch me those bricks, will you.”

Finn dived into the water and easily retrieved the first, the second, and even the third.”

“Do you think you can manage that one?” Coach pointed to the final brick that lay five metres below the surface.

“Easy,” Finn said and made to get out of the water to dive in.

“No, no, no, Finn. That would be too easy. From in the water.”

Finn started to take some deep breaths. He knew it wouldn’t be easy. He took a final deep breath and flipped to dive underwater. He reached halfway and had to come back up for air. He took some more deep breaths and was determined to do it. He knew it was not part of any lifeguard training. Coach Anderson just wanted to see how good Finn really was.

As he sucked in a final deep breath, he dived and kept kicking his legs and sweeping his arms until he felt the bottom. He desperately felt around for the brick. His fingers touched it, and he grabbed it. While holding the brick, he kicked his legs to get to the surface as quickly as possible. As his head broke the surface, he gasped for air. He kicked his legs to get to the side and placed it on the wet tiles.

“Well done, Finn. I’m impressed. I’ve never had anyone in my class able to do that.”

“Can you do it, Sir?” Finn was still breathing heavily.

“I can. But we have a class to run. Now get out of the pool and stop messing around.” Coach smiled at Finn, who grinned back.

Finn grabbed some floats and took them to where he would teach his small group of ten-year-olds. He was just putting them by the edge when the changing room door opened, and his group came over.

Finn noticed that some young boys weren’t wearing swimming trunks. They came out naked. All the girls wore costumes, and a few boys still wore their swim briefs, but five boys were naked. Finn looked at them. They were all in different stages of puberty. Some were still bald, and some had small tufts of hair on both sides of their cock. He noticed their cocks were still quite small, and all but one had foreskins that hung below the end of their dicks. One boy was circumcised.

Finn noticed Coach looking and beckoned for him to come over.

“I think you’ve made an impression on those young boys.” Finn smiled, “I was hoping you’d connect with them, but never expected them to copy you after only one lesson. Kids that age rarely go naked in the pool.”

“I’m glad to be a positive influence, Coach,” Finn said.

“But I just wanted to make sure you know you now have a responsibility to them. You can’t behave silly, bending or breaking the rules anymore. They look up to you. If you break the rules, they will think they can. I trust you, Finn. But Just be aware they are looking at you as an example of how to behave.”

“I promise to do the best I can, Coach.”

“Good, now go start your lesson.” Coach turned and yelled at the other swimmers, getting their attention and getting them to stop messing in the pool.

Finn went to his young class and got them in the water. He told them to all grab a float as they would start by working on their legs. Practising how to move them with the different styles of stroke. Finn was only fourteen years old and was now a role model. For the moment, he didn’t think about it. He had a class to teach.

Two hours is a long time to keep ten year old engaged. Finn sensed they were getting tired, so he organised some games for the last half an hour. The first one was a contest of who could swim the furthest underwater. Everyone had three attempts, and Finn decided you were a winner if you swam further than your first attempt on your third attempt. Even the weakest swimmer felt proud that they’d beaten their first try. Between attempts, Finn would give them advice. The second game was ‘Sharks and Minnows’, a game of tag in the water. Finn couldn’t work out who squealed the highest, the boys or the girls; they each sounded as shrill as the other.

The boys groaned as Coach Anderson blew his whistle to tell everyone the class was over.

“We’ll play again next week if you want. But now we must get out and make way for the divers.” Finn told his group. He pulled himself out of the pool, some of them watching as he revealed his smooth arse.

“Thank you, Coach Finn.” One naked boy hugged him before going to the changing room. A few others hugged him, and a few wanted a high five. Finn was happy to oblige. “See you all next week.” He called after them. It was then that he noticed Eddie sitting on the side.

Eddie was early. He was always early. He hated being late and would start to get anxious if he thought he would be late. So he arrived early, stripped in the changing room and went onto the pool area to wait for the swim club to finish.

Finn saw him sitting by the changing room door. He looked like he was shivering. Finn went over to him. “Let’s get you in the water, Eddie. You’ll feel warmer.”

Most people would have jumped in, But Eddie climbed down the steps to stop water from splashing his face. Finn did the same. He didn’t want to risk jumping in and inadvertently splashing him.

Coach Anderson stayed with the diving club. A competition was coming up, and he was training the students, going through their routines and the required dives.

Teaching Eddie was different to teaching his previous class. Finn couldn’t decide which he preferred, teaching a group or teaching one-to-one.

Finn gave Eddie a float. “This will help you keep your head above water while we work on your legs. I’ll keep my arms beneath you as an extra precaution to prevent you from sinking.”

Eddie smiled at Finn. Ready to start.

Finn held Eddie by his flanks and eased him so he was lying horizontal in the water. Eddie started splashing with his feet.

“Relax, Eddie. Stop kicking. I’ve got you, so you won’t sink. Now remember what I showed you, how to move your legs in the breaststroke.”

Eddie grunted, straining to keep his head as far out of the water as possible.

“Let’s start slowly, don’t try to rush. Just think about how you’re moving your legs.”

Finn shuffled to get into a better position. His arm brushed against something. It was hard. It was Eddie’s cock. Finn ignored it in case it made Eddie embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to care.

After half an hour of working on Eddie’s legs, Finn told him they would work on his phobia. Like he did last week, Finn got Eddie to gradually lower himself in the water until it reached this time of his nose. This time Finn was in front of him and did the same. As Eddie went lower, so did Finn.

Eddie stopped; he couldn’t go any further. Finn showed him what he did last week. He took a deep breath, lowered himself until his nose was underwater, and let the air out of his lungs. He kept looking at Eddie as he did it. Eddie then did the same.

They repeated it ten times as Eddie became more confident. He raised his nose and mouth out of the water, grinning. He looked proud of himself.

“Okay, Eddie. Now I want you to close your eyes when you do. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, lower yourself into the water, and let the breath out.”

Eddie smiled as he did it. He knew he could. He was just doing what he did but with his eyes closed.

“Great work, Eddie. Now I want you to splash yourself.” Finn demonstrated what to do. “Gently splash water onto your face. Splash as little or as much as you feel comfortable with, but I would like to see some drops of water on your face. Don’t worry. I won’t splash you.” Finn splashed his face and looked at Eddie to see if he understood. He looked a little worried.

“As much or as little as you are comfortable with.” Finn re-iterated. “Perhaps start with your fingers.” Finn wet his hands and flicked water on his face. “As you do it, think pleasant thoughts. Think of yourself in the shower.”

Eddie started off tentatively but got gradually more confident. Coach Anderson blasted his whistle. It was nine o’clock, and they had to leave the pool.

“You did really well today, Eddie. You’re making good progress.” Finn boosted his confidence and watched Eddie climb the ladder to get out of the pool. Finn followed him up the ladder, and they went into the changing room to shower.

Finn stood next to Eddie as the water cascaded down their bodies. Finn noticed that Eddie kept his face out of the spray but did occasionally let it fall on his face.

“You just need to imagine you are in the shower, Eddie, when you’re splashing yourself in the pool. I’ve just seen you splash more water on your face than you ever did in the pool.”

“It just feels different, Coach Finn.” Eddie smiled when he called him Coach.

Eddie looked at Finn’s body. Finn was shorter than him and less developed, but he liked looking at his small cock and the tuft of pubes about it.

Finn ignored that Eddie was looking, but he noticed Eddie was getting aroused.

“You have a nice willy,” Eddie said.

Finn was surprised he was so blatant.

“I remember when mine looked like that. Now it’s big and gets hard. Do you get hard, Coach?” Eddie asked.

“I do sometimes.”

The divers were peeling off their swim briefs and getting showered. Eddie looked at them. It wasn’t like showering after PE class in school; all the students were the same age. All the people that were around him now were of different ages. Eddie looked at boys as short as Finn but didn’t have pubes and boys much older with hairy legs, chests, and neatly trimmed pubes so they didn’t show above their trunks. Finn saw Coach Anderson pull down his trunks and find a spare shower. Eddie saw Coach Anderson naked and blushed.

“I’ve never seen a teacher naked before,” Eddie whispered to Finn.

“I hadn’t until last week.”

“His cock is quite thick.” Eddie started to stroke his cock. He didn’t care that people around him could see. Finn was surprised he’d do it out in the open.

Finn kept looking at Eddie as he stroked his cock. He looked away when Eddie caught him staring.

“I don’t mind you watching,” Eddie said.

“I really shouldn’t.” Finn looked around. The other boys were either showering, drying themselves or getting dressed. No one cared that Eddie was wanking in the shower.

Eddie kept looking between Finn and Coach Anderson. He couldn’t decide which he preferred, so he wanked to both of them. Finn watched as Eddie came. He saw his spunk splash on the floor. He came buckets, more than Finn expected. When finished, he got some shower gel and washed his semi-soft cock.

Out of the corner of his eye, Finn noticed Coach Anderson smile.

Owen and Lily sat naked on the sofa, watching a crime drama on the television. It was dark out, and Lily kept checking the time. Owen could feel how tense she was.

“He’ll be back soon.” Owen tried to reassure her.

“It’s quarter past nine.”

“I know, Love. He said he’d be back by half past.”

“You should’ve said you’d pick him up,” Lily said.

“He needs to feel some freedom, Love. We can’t ferry the kids everywhere. Also, how would it look at the swim club? He’s got responsibility there. So how would it look if he was the only Coach to get picked up by his dad. I bet Coach Anderson doesn’t get picked up by his dad.”

Lily laughed. “I know you’re right, Owen. But it doesn’t stop me worrying.”

Owen kissed her forehead, “We’ll never stop worrying about them. No matter how old they get.”

They heard the key in the front door, and Lily relaxed.

“I’m home,” Finn called out as he removed his clothes.

“Hi, Love. Did it go okay?” Lily shouted back.

“Great, Mum.” Finn poked his head in the living, “I’m going to grab a drink, then I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, Love. Don’t disturb Max if he’s asleep.”

“Night, Mum. Night, Dad.”

“Night, Finn.” They said in unison.

Finn was quiet as he went upstairs to brush his teeth. He crept into his bedroom.

Max!” He whispered loudly. “Are you awake?”

Max groaned and snuggled under his duvet.

Finn considered sleeping in his own bed tonight, but after the swim club, he felt too good to sleep alone. He wanted to tell Max about it, but he was asleep. Finn slipped into bed behind Max. He wrapped his arms around his older brother and pushed his hips forward so his limp cock rested in the cleft of his buttocks.

It seemed Finn was spooning Max more often. He enjoyed it.

“I love you, Max.” He whispered in his brother’s ear. “I love you, Min,” Finn said to himself when his brother didn’t respond.

 

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