Swim Club
by David Heulfryn

 

Finn didn’t stop noticing Eddie all day. He looked incongruous as he always sat at the back of each lesson, looking at least two years older than every other student. Eddie told Finn he was only fourteen, a few months older than him. But he looked older than Max, older than James. The boy was more mature than any other boy in his class and possibly the school.

Yesterday, Finn was tasked with helping teach Eddie to swim. He enjoyed it, and Coach was impressed with how he handled the boy.

At lunch, Finn noticed Eddie sitting alone, eating his packed lunch. Finn sat with Adam and Scott.

“Does he always eat lunch alone?” Finn asked his new friends.

“Yep,” Scott mumbled as he had just taken a bite of his sandwich.

“He keeps himself to himself,” Adam added.

“Have you tried getting to know him?” Finn asked.

“Not us, but I’ve seen some people talk to him. He has some friends, people he talks to, but he mostly likes his own company.” Adam said.

“We got on very well in the pool. He seemed nice. He’s not very confident in the pool, and it seemed he liked me helping him.”

“We did notice you with him.” Scott swallowed and slurped his drink.

“He seemed nice.” Finn said again, “Coach wants me to teach him each week. I might get to know him better.”

“Good luck,” Scott huffed. “He looks odd. He says he’s only fourteen, but you’re telling me someone that big and hairy is only our age. I don’t believe it.”

“We’re all different, Scott.” Finn explained, “I’m smaller than all of you, I don’t have much hair, and my cock is shorter than anyone else’s in the class. If you saw me, you would think I was eleven or twelve.”

“True,” Scott said matter-of-factly.

“I think he’s embarrassed,” Adam suggested. “He looks like a college student, and having to wear our uniform makes it look like he’s been held back two years. Like he’s thick or something. But he always does well on the tests.”

Finn considered what his friends had said as he started eating the sandwich he bought from the cafeteria. “Well, I’ll get to know him better as I’ll be teaching him one-on-one each week. Do we always swim naked, or did we just do it yesterday because we were being punished?” Finn wondered.

“No, it’s normal. When we first started, most of us were so embarrassed and shy that we held our hands to hide ourselves. But Coach soon got us to stop. Told us to be proud of what we had. I remember…” Scott chuckled, “You started late, Adam, so you didn’t have to go through this. But Coach made us stand by the pool, cocks out, and made us each walk up and down the line of naked boys, looking at their junk. Afterwards, Coach said there was nothing we hadn’t seen now, and we could just get on without worrying about people seeing our cocks, as we had all seen each other.” Scott laughed, “There were now no secrets between us, Coach said.”

“I wouldn’t have liked that,” Adam sighed.

“I would,” Finn beamed.

“I remember Eddie was there. We were all surprised at how well-developed he was.”

“Did anyone get hard?” Finn asked.

Scott giggled, “I nearly did. But thankfully, I only chubbed up a little.”

Finn wanted to tell Scott that he would have liked to see that, but he thought twice. After coming on strong with Adam, he thought better of telling Scott he wanted to look at his cock.

Coach Anderson surprised the three boys by pulling out the spare chair on their table. He sat down next to Finn.

“How’s it going, Chaps?” He said to the group.

Finn looked at Coach. He was wearing a T-shirt and a tight pair of rugby shorts. Adam and Scott looked worried. They knew a teacher hardly ever talked to them when they were at lunch or at break time. Finn smiled at Coach.

“I wanted to talk to you, Finn. Wednesday is the regular swim club training day. I wanted to ask if you wanted to join us to help train.” Coach Anderson asked.

“I gave up swimming club before I moved here. I’m not sure I want to start again.” Finn said honestly.

Coach smiled, “Not to be trained. I wanted to ask you to help me train. We have all levels and all ages. You did so well with Eddie; I was hoping you might like to help out with the youngsters. It’d be good for them to have someone your age teach them rather than crusty adults like me.”

“Oh.” Finn was surprised.

“You would be my assistant. Assistant Coach Fletcher.”

Scott giggled, “You would be Ass Coach Finn.”

Coach smiled.

“Can I think about it?” Finn asked.

“Sure. We start at six at the leisure centre every Wednesday. The session ends at eight when the diving club starts. Check with your parents. Make sure they know you’re coming.”

“I did enjoy working with Eddie.” Finn pondered. “Could I ask him to come?”

“He may feel awkward as your group would be full of ten-year-olds. But I sometimes stay and help Coach Peters with the diving, so you could use the other end of the pool to work with him afterwards. If he wants to.”

“Thanks, Coach. I’ll ask him.” Finn smiled and then realised that he had now agreed to turn up tonight at the pool to train the youngsters.

“Great, Finn.” Coach slapped him on the back, “I’ll see you just before six. See you later.” Coach left the boys without them being able to say anything else.

Adam and Scott laughed.

“You’ve just been conned into joining his swim club.” Scott chuckled.

Finn looked confused, “How the hell did that happen? I gave up swim club.”

“Yes, but you’ll be the swim club Ass Coach?” Scott was in hysterics. Adam rolled his eyes at Scott’s puerile joke.

“He complimented you to get you off your guard.” Adam smiled. “He stroked your ego.”

“I wish he’d stroke something of mine.” Scott kept giggling.

“Calm down, Scott.” Adam sighed, “I know you think he’s cute, but he won’t be touching you any time soon.” Adam ignored Scott and looked over at Finn. “Are you going to go?”

“Yes, I’ve said I would.”

“If you don’t want to do it after tonight, just let him know. I know he’s a teacher, but he’s one of the better ones.”

 

Finn was nervous when the automatic doors of the Leisure Centre opened. He couldn’t understand why. He’d been in swim clubs most of his life. But this time, it was in Cockaigne, and he didn’t have Adam as a guide. He tried asking Adam what to expect, but he had no idea. He hadn’t joined the swim club. When he told his Mum what he was doing, she was so pleased that she hugged him. It was a good indication that Finn was integrating and making friends. He forgot to tell her he would be teaching youngsters and not training.

Finn turned up in his school uniform. He wasn’t sure if it was school club or not. So, he thought it best.

When Coach saw him, he chuckled. “You can come in civvies, Finn. We’re not in school now.”

“Sorry, Coach. I didn’t know.”

Kids of all ages came in, brushed past him, and entered the changing room. Finn was surprised it was a mixed club, boys and girls. Some looked as young as ten, others older than eighteen. It was a large pool, but Finn wondered if there was room for all ages and abilities.

“Go through and get changed.” Coach told Finn. “Meet me poolside, and I’ll introduce you to the kids.”

Finn was surprised when he entered the changing room. It was empty. Everyone had gone through and was messing around in the pool. Clothes were strewn everywhere. He didn’t know where to sit and get changed. He pushed aside some clothes, sat down and untied his shoes. As Finn stripped, he neatly hung his blazer on the hook and folded his uniform into a tidy pile on the wooden bench. His mother would have been proud.

Naked, Finn walked into the pool. Coach Anderson stood wearing a bright red swim brief. Finn looked at him and then the other swimmers. Some were naked, but most wore swim briefs.

Finn approached Coach, “I thought we had to swim naked.”

Coach chuckled, “That’s only for school lessons. There’s no such rule for swim club. But don’t feel embarrassed. Some are naked.”

“I was just surprised, that’s all,” Finn said. “I like being naked. I’m naked most of the time at home.”

Coach squeezed Finn’s bare shoulder, “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

A small group of ten-year-olds was waiting at the corner of the pool, in the shallow end. All the youngsters either wore swim briefs or bikinis. Some of the boys giggled as they saw Finn walk naked towards them. The girls looked away, not wanting to see his genitals.

“Hi guys,” Coach addressed the group. “This is Assistant Coach Fletcher.” He looked at Finn.

“I think I’d prefer Assistant Coach Finn.” He said.

“No problem.” He turned back to the group, “Coach Finn will be taking over your training. But don’t let his age worry you. He has my full confidence, and I know he is a great trainer.”

The speech made Finn proud. He stood straighter than usual and showed a wide smile. He liked being called ‘Coach Finn’.

“Jump in, Coach and get started.” Coach Anderson said.

Finn stood and wondered why they were all looking at him.

“Coach Finn?” Coach Anderson looked at him, “That’s you.”

Finn grinned, “Sorry, it’s going to get some used to getting called Coach.”

“Well, don’t expect it in Gym class. I’m the only Coach there.”

Finn smiled and jumped in the pool.

“Okay, guys. I’m Coach Finn. Why don’t you all tell me your names.”

Finn started to listen to the cacophony of voices telling him names. Coach Anderson looked down at them, smiled and went to join the older boys to begin their training.

 

When Coach Anderson blasted his whistle, indicating the session was over, Finn jumped.

“Great work, guys. Now out of the pool, shower, and go home. I’ll see you all back here next week.”

The divers were ambling out of the changing room and waiting for the swimmers to leave the pool. Most divers stood around, chatting among themselves. The boys wore swim briefs, and the girls wore swimsuits. None of the divers seemed to be naked.

Coach walked over to Finn as he told his small group to get showered and changed.

“You guys were really great today.” Finn told them, “I can see a lot of potential in all of you.”

Finn pulled himself out of the water. As he cocked his leg to the side to pull himself out, his cock and balls dangled between his legs and his arse cheeks opened. Some of the boys giggled as they watched his arse appear. He gave the giggling boys a full view of his virgin hole.

Finn stood and watched as some tried to copy him and others used the ladders.

“Good work, Gang. I hope to see you all next week.”

The kids all smiled at him, and one young boy hugged Finn. “Thank you, Coach Finn.” He said and walked away to get changed.

Coach Anderson looked at Finn. “You did very well yourself.” He smiled at the young boy, who was pleased with the praise, “and I’m glad to hear you’ll be coming back next week.”

“I enjoyed it, Coach. The guys all listened to me.”

“I think it’s because you’re only a few years older than them. You can communicate with them far better than I could.”

“Thank you, Sir. I tried really hard, and I enjoyed it.”

“Good. Because I was wondering if you wanted to take some training to get qualified as a swim teacher. I think you have the touch.”

“How would that work?” Finn wondered.

“Well, you can’t qualify until you’re at least sixteen, so you have a couple of years to wait. But in the meantime, I could start teaching you unofficially so you can get qualified as soon as you’re sixteen.”

“I might like that, Coach. Can I think about it? Teach this group for a few weeks first. Today might have been a freak, and things might go badly next week.” Finn shivered. He’d been out of the pool for several minutes, and the water made him cold.

The diving group had started jumping off springboards and platforms to limber up for the class to start. Finn noticed some tumbling through the air and entering the water with only a tiny splash. He was impressed.

“Let’s get changed and go home.” Coach squeezed Finn’s bare shoulder, and the pair entered the changing room.

The showers were empty, but a few stragglers were finishing getting dressed.

Finn turned on a shower and warmed himself up. Coach took a shower next to him.

“So why did you give up swimming before you came here?” Coach asked.

“My coach said I was too short to be able to do well in competitions and suggested I concentrate on my gymnastics.”

Coach Anderson pulled a face, “Well, I suppose he is sort of right. But you’re only fourteen. Who knows how tall you may get or muscular. Plus, putting anyone off doing sport is not good, especially if they enjoy it, and I can tell how much you enjoy it. Not everyone takes up a sport to be an Olympic champion.”

Finn looked at Coach, “Thanks for trusting me with this.”

Coach laughed, “Well, I was initially unsure when you were so cocky and arrogant in my lesson. But I see a different Finn. Someone who isn’t arrogant and enjoys helping others. But just be careful, Finn. Sometimes first impressions stick.”

“I will, Sir. And thank you.” Finn squeezed some shower gel onto his hands and rubbed it over his body. He looked back at Coach Anderson and watched as he peeled his swim brief over his bulge, letting his cock and balls hang free. He pushed them to the floor and kicked them aside.

Coach noticed Finn looking, who looked away when he had been caught.

“It’s okay to look, Finn.” Coach smiled at his young protégé. “It’s normal to look.” Coach turned his body so he faced Finn. “If you’re curious, please feel free. I don’t mind. It’s not every day you get to see one of your teachers naked.

Finn looked at the young PE teacher, his hair was almost blonde, similar to his own, but it was his groin that interested him. Finn looked at the soft cock which dangled from a neatly trimmed bush of mousy brown pubes. Coach’s balls hung loose and low due to the warm water that cascaded down his smooth skin. Finn felt his cock harden. He wanted to touch his hard cock, to stroke it but thought it unwise to wank in front of a teacher.

“Thank you, Coach,” Finn said and then created a mass of white lather that flowed from his hair and down his face, forcing him to close his eyes and stop looking at Coach Anderson’s cock. It also helped to cause his own cock to soften.

Coach smiled to himself and started washing the chlorine from his skin.

 

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