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  Swimming Trunks, the Personal Best Shorts

  © ٢٠15 by Sean Michael

  Love and Swimming

  © ٢٠08 by Sean Michael

  Halloween Birthday

  © ٢٠08 by Sean Michael

  Ramping Up

  © ٢٠12 by Sean Michael

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  Printed in Canada.

  ISBN: 978-1-988028-08-8

  Individual stories previously published by Torquere Press electronic edition / 2008 & 2012

  2nd Edition / July 2015

  Love and Swimming

  Jessy was watching a bunch of juniors swim. He was doing a favor for another coach, picking out potentials. This was a good batch; Alonzo had a good eye, knew how to get the best out of them. He’d asked Mike to meet him here, thought maybe the kids would enjoy meeting him, getting a pep talk.

  Mike hurried up, almost late and wind-blown, hair every which way. “Hey, Coach. Sorry. Traffic.”

  “S’okay. They’re not quite done yet. Take a look. Tell me what you think.”

  Mike’s dark eyes danced over the water. “Kid in lane three looks good. Lane five’s okay, but he’d be better at backstroke. The little girl in six is a decent sprinter.”

  Jessy grinned. Mike would make a great coach one day. He had a great eye and loved the water more than anyone Jessy knew. “So, you know what you’re going to tell them?”

  “Swim every day, love it. Drink all the caffeine you can before your coach finds you.”

  He laughed, clapping Mike on the back. “You know, not every coach is a hardass like me.”

  “No. Only the best ones.”

  “Oh, now you’re going to make me tear up, kid.” Or want to lean over and lay one on his swimmer right here in front of God and all these kids. “Come on, lets go give these kids a pep talk and then go home and have a pep rally of our own.”

  “Oooh! Do I get to be the cheerleader?” Oh, Mike was in fine form today, tight little ass shaking.

  Jessy tilted his head. “Sure -- you’d look cute in one of those little skirts.”

  Mike grinned, whispered, “Perv.”

  “You know it.”

  He got up and led the way down to the pool, introducing his swimmer to Alonzo. Mike shook the man’s hand, the public speaking, meet-and-greet thing coming easier and easier.

  The kids all gathered around the edge of the pool once they’d done their laps and Alonzo introduced them. Mike Gauillet and his coach. The kids all clapped -- Mike wasn’t world-famous yet, but all the kids in Austin who swam knew who he was. It wouldn’t be long. Jessy had a good feeling.

  Mike sat at the end of the pool, blushing and grinning, and started answering questions, making the kids giggle and laugh.

  Alonzo smiled over. “He’s looking good, Jessy.”

  Jessy nodded. “Yeah. He’s coming along. Of course, I think he’d rather to talk to kids who are swimmers like him than the press any day.” He chuckled. “In fact, I think he’d prefer to be tortured with red-hot pokers than have to face the press.”

  “If he’s as good as the rumors say he is? He’ll need to get used to it. He’s cute, young; they’ll eat him alive.”

  And that was his job and no one else’s. Jessy nodded. “He’s better than the rumors say he is.”

  “Really? Better than his dad was?”

  Jessy nodded. Mike’s parents had been good; his baby was going to be a legend. “Without even trying. The kid bleeds water.”

  “How’d you end up with him?”

  Jessy watched Mike laughing, dark eyes dancing. God, his baby was beautiful. He smiled. “Samuels over at UT, gave me a call. Said he had a kid for me. He was right, too. Mike’ll shine no matter who coaches him, but with a dedicated coach, he’s going to be unbeatable.”

  “Damn. Too bad he didn’t call me first.” Alonzo was teasing, winking.

  Jessy laughed. “Yep. I got lucky.” And he had. He’d been between swimmers, he and Samuels had been talking a few weeks earlier about him maybe doing some consulting work with the team so he was at the front of Samuels’ mind.

  Mike had fit right into his life, into his schedule, into his bed -- hand in glove.

  He realized he’d stopped talking, knew he probably had a goofy look on his face, so he cleared his throat and went over to where Mike was sitting. “Did everyone get to ask a question?”

  The kids nodded, grinning up at him. One little girl raised her hand, splashing as he nodded to her. “Will you be my coach, too?”

  “You never know. I only take on one student at a time, though, and Mike’s got a good, long career in front of him, so you may be looking for a coach before I’m looking for another student.”

  Another little boy piped up. “Do you really not let him have candy?”

  “That’s right. No candy. No soda. No pizza except after a meet where he’s medalled. I’ve got a reputation as one of the toughest coaches in the country. But I’m also coaching the best swimmer in the country. Probably the world.” He patted Mike’s shoulders. “If you want to be a competitive swimmer, you should try to be like Mike here. He loves swimming first and foremost.”

  Those eyes met his, shining, happiness just pouring from them. “Time to go, Coach?”

  He nodded. “I hope to see you all at a meet in a few years. Swimming for your own medals, okay?”

  They all nodded and splashed and yelled, and he turned and shook Alonzo’s hand. “I enjoyed the look. I’ll write up a report tomorrow morning, let you know what I think.”

  “Thanks, Jessy, and Mike, you too. You’re welcome to come down any time.”

  “Thanks. They’re fun kids.” Mike smiled, bouncing a little, the telltale, ‘c’mon Jess, I need to move’ sign.

  “Come on, Mike.” He nodded again at Alonzo and headed off, eager for the privacy of their home to work off that energy.

  “Right behind you, Coach.” Mike bounced.

  Bounce.

  Bouncebounce.

  Bounce.

  “I drove Bongo up.” Damned little crotch rocket.

  “You can follow me, then. You want to stop anywhere before home?”

  Mike shook his head. “Been out since practice this morning. Want to go home.”

  “Good. Me, too.” He gave Mike a warm smile, enjoying the look in those eyes. “I’m parked in the visitor spots by the door.” He chuckled as he saw the bike in the spot next to his. “Which you already know.”

  “I do. Race you home.”

  “Oh, no you don’t. You’ll follow me. If you need to race, we can have a go in the pool once we get there.” He didn’t trust that thing. Not if Mike was racing on it.

  “Spoilsport.” Mike stuck his tongue out.

  “Yep.” He reached out and bopped Mike’s tongue with his finger. “Save that for me for later.”

  “Maybe...” Mike smiled wide, winked, and then hopped on the crotch rocket. The black helmet went on, engine revving. “You sure you don’t wanna race?”

  Jessy narrowed his eyes and growled. “No.” Making sure Mike knew he was, indeed, serious, he let himself into his car and started her up.

  He led the way home, trying to ignore Mike in the rear-view mirror. After his bitching, it wouldn’t do for him to get into an accident because he was distracted. The trip home seemed longer than it was and he was happy to b
e pulling into the garage, eager to be able to touch Mike.

  Mike pulled up alongside, singing, smiling. Happy.

  Jessy slung his arm around his lover, walking them to the door, getting it open and them through it before he gave into the urge to tilt that head toward his, mouth closing over Mike’s. Oh, that was good. Mike opened right up, body pushing into his and rubbing, all that energy focused on him.

  He pushed the door closed, not even hearing the slam when it shut as his tongue slid into Mike’s mouth, tasting his baby. Mike’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, those dark eyes open and watching him, loving him as they kissed.

  Moaning, he rubbed against Mike, finding his lover as hard as he was. “Christ. Need you, baby.”

  “Yours.” Mike nipped his bottom lip, nodded, fingers tugging at his shirt. “Yours.”

  He growled a little. “Yeah, baby. Mine.” Yeah. He helped Mike get his shirt off, helped Mike undo his jeans and push them down. “Gonna suck me, baby?”

  “Gonna make me fly after?” Mike’s words were challenging, but his lover was already sliding down, lips parted.

  “You know it.” He groaned, pushing his cock so it slid along Mike’s cheek.

  “Jess... Smell so hot.”

  He loved watching Mike’s eyes, Mike’s hunger. “Hot for you, baby.” Jessy slid his hands through Mike’s spiky hair, guiding Mike’s mouth. His baby took him in, lips sliding right down along his cock, hot and eager. “Christ. Yes.”

  Jessy moaned, hips starting to move immediately, driving his cock into the back of Mike’s throat. Mike moaned, swallowed, let him in deep, let him push and push. He leaned his hands against the wall, eyes rolling as his hips worked his cock in and out of Mike’s mouth. Mike’s hands were on his ass, encouraging him, tugging him in deeper. Moaning, he thrust harder, faster, the pleasure just shooting through him. Mike swallowed around the tip of his cock, insisting, demanding his orgasm, eyes just shining.

  “Baby!” Jessy cried out, hips jerking as he came hard, the sensations shaking his body. Mike drank him down, lips and tongue making his pleasure last. His hands dropped down to Mike’s head, stroking the short hair. “Mmm... love you, baby.”

  Mike sucked the tip of his cock, purring. “Love you.”

  A shudder moved through him and his hand squeezed Mike’s shoulder. “Let’s get upstairs, baby. Before I take you right here.”

  “Playroom or our room, Jess?”

  “You choose, baby. I just want you.”

  “Playroom.” Mike chuckled. “Then the pool. I’ll do laps after. I’m hyped.”

  “You don’t think I can fuck you into oblivion?”

  One dark eyebrow arched, Mike fighting a grin. “Me? Oblivion? Never happens.”

  Jessy chuckled, fingers sliding along Mike’s throat, pressing into it a touch. “Oh, I think it does, every now and then...”

  Mike moaned, eyes going hot. “You think?”

  “I do... Come on up to the playroom. I believe you need to be reminded.”

  Mike’s hand pumped his cock, nice and slow, panting softly. “I like how you remind me.”

  Jessy purred, held his hand out. “Then let go of yourself and come with me.”

  Mike’s fingers slid against his, twined them together. He tugged Mike close and took a long, slow kiss. “Gonna make you fly, baby.”

  Mike nodded, moving with him through the house, stopping to taste, to tease.

  Jessy’s cock was hard again, eager with the thought of what they were going to do. He slowly undressed Mike and, by the time they’d reached the bedroom they used as their playroom, they were both naked. Mike cuddled into his arms, heated, eager, lips swollen with kisses. He rubbed their bodies together, walking them over to the wardrobe, loath to let Mike go for even a moment. Mike’s heat and need surrounded him, lips on his shoulder, his jaw.

  He reached into the wardrobe, finding the collar he was looking for by feel, finding a nice long, slender plug as well. Mike was rubbing against him, cock hot and wet-tipped, sliding on his skin. He put the toys in one hand and reached in for a cock-ring with the other, finding a soft leather band and working it onto Mike’s cock, around the heavy balls.

  There was a soft complaint from Mike shuddering beside him, beginning to pant.

  He chuckled and licked Mike’s lips. “Sh. You know you love it.”

  “Love is a strong word.” Mike opened for him, focused, needing.

  Jessy’s husky laughter filled Mike’s mouth as he walked his baby back toward the bed. Once there, he bent Mike over it. He spread the long legs and, grabbing the lube off the side table, slicked up his fingers and pushed them into the sweet, tight heat of Mike’s ass.

  “Oh.” Mike arched, riding good and hard.

  He stroked the small of Mike’s back with his free hand, moaning at the sight. His baby was so sexy. He rubbed his cock against Mike’s thigh, fingers stretching Mike for the long plug.

  “Oh. Good. So good, Jess.” Mike’s muscled thighs shuddered, shook.

  “I know.” He bent and kissed the small of Mike’s back, tongue swirling and sliding as he let his fingers slide out of Mike’s ass.

  He picked up the plug and slicked it up, pushed it slowly into Mike. Mike’s cry was low, sweet. Deep. Needy. Perfect. He let Mike’s own motions pull the plug into that perfect heat, moaning at the sight. Mike fucked himself, hips rocking at the widest part, moving slow and easy, stretching himself.

  “Christ, baby, you’re something else.” Jessy rubbed his fingers along the backs of Mike’s thighs, letting his baby really feel the touch.

  “Make me need. So bad. So much.” Mike shivered, finally pushing back, taking the plug in.

  Jessy moaned again, bending to kiss Mike’s opening, to lick at the base of the plug, at the hot skin around it.

  “Jess!” Mike scrambled onto the bed, balls swaying.

  He followed, bending to lick at those tempting balls, taking one into his mouth. Mike’s shoulders dropped, a soft moan sounding. He hummed, sending vibrations through Mike’s flesh. So sweet, hot, Mike’s musk making his own cock throb with need.

  “Need you, Jess. Love.”

  “I know, baby. Patience, yeah?” He placed a kiss on Mike’s ass cheek and another and then picked the collar up from where it had dropped on the floor. He lay down next to where Mike knelt and slowly slid the leather around Mike’s neck.

  “Patience is overrated... Oh...” Mike moaned, shivered.

  Jessy chuckled, made the collar nice and snug, not really cutting any of Mike’s air off yet -- he preferred building it slowly, knowing that just the weight of the leather, feeling it tight around his throat, threatening, did a whole lot for Mike all on its own.

  Mike blushed, turned to push into his arms. “You make me need. So much.”

  He gave Mike a long, slow kiss and pushed him gently away. “Do you need the cuffs, baby?”

  “Oh. I.” Mike’s fingers brushed the collar, a soft moan sounding. “Jess.”

  He pushed Mike over onto his back and took Mike’s hand, wrapping the long fingers around the headboard. Then he bent to lick at Mike’s skin where it met the collar. His baby arched, rubbing against him. He slid his fingers along the strap for the collar, tugging it, tightening it a touch. Jessy’s other hand slid over Mike’s long torso, plucking at Mike’s nipples, tickling his navel and teasing his bound cock.

  “Need you. Need you so much.” So responsive, Mike arched, bucked, and begged for him.

  He groaned, holding Mike’s cockhead between his fingers, pushing one into the weeping slit. He groaned as he did it, imagining filling Mike with a sound, something thin, but undeniable.

  “Oh. Oh.” Mike rocked, pushing up into his touch, thighs spreading wide. “Please.”

  He bent, replacing his fingers with his lips, squeezing Mike’s cock tight with his mouth as hi
s tongue pushed into that same slit, fucking it.

  “Jessy!” Mike pushed up, voice frantic.

  Humming, he kept it up, reaching up to tighten the collar, to let Mike feel the burn of searching for air.

  “Oh...” The tension and need in Mike were amazing. So hot.

  He took Mike’s cock in all the way to the leather ring around the base, head starting to bob. Mike bucked, pushing hard and deep, fucking his lips, pre-come sliding on his tongue. He increased his suction, tightening the collar another notch and then beginning to pinch Mike’s nipples, one and then the other.

  Mike’s hands left the headboard, sliding to hold his head.

  He pulled up off Mike’s cock and looked up into the passion-darkened eyes. “Holding allowed, guiding not. Got it?” He didn’t want to put Mike in cuffs, mostly because he didn’t want to have to get up and leave Mike even for the minute or two it would take to get them.

  Mike nodded, fingers sliding on his short hair, petting him. “Yes. Please, Jess. Need you.”

  Jessy kissed Mike’s belly. “I know, baby. I know.”

  He went back to his sucking, Mike’s cock spreading his lips. He slid his fingers back up to Mike’s nipples, tugging and pulling. His other hand tugged on Mike’s balls, rolled them. Mike was good, hands petting and stroking, but not pushing, not guiding. The soft cries grew louder, more and more desperate.

  He slid his hand down past Mike’s balls and started jostling the plug, knowing it would make Mike just crazy. Mike’s feet drummed on the mattress, fingers tugging Jessy’s hair as they squeezed. He reached up to tighten the collar further and then back down to flick open the leather band around Mike’s cock and balls.

  Mike convulsed, hips driving, shallow gasps warning Jessy before salt-bitter seed filled his mouth. Jessy drank it all down, licking and cleaning Mike, fingers sliding up his baby’s body to loosen the collar.

  Mike curled into his arms, panting, sobbing, and holding him tight.

  He stroked his hands along Mike’s back, soothing his baby. “Love you,” he murmured.

  “Love.” Mike nuzzled into his throat.

  “Yes. Want you.”

  He nudged Mike with his cock.