My Coach Gave Me A Blowjob

He pulled the pants down, took in the hardening shaft of his swimmer and engulfed it in one fell swoop. He washed it around his mouth as blood filled into it, the taste of warm precum hitting his throat almost instantly.
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Drew was finding it difficult to concentrate. He knew the moment he hit the water, life would be bearable again. Everything made more sense off-land than it did on solid ground – life always did. He could still hear the crowd going wild, but it wasn’t right. They didn’t cheer for him. He could hear the quiet through the loud cheers. He knew that within the roaring crowd hid a few occupied chairs, people who didn’t get up and cheer with the rest of the crowd, sitting quietly, motionless, as his dreams were shed to tethers.
Before he allowed his mind to drift back to that day, he ran the short way to the edge of the pool and made the jump. All the bad memories faded as water soon engulfed his being. He was home. Pushing his lungs to the limit, he stayed under for as long as his burning lungs would allow him. He forced his head to the surface out of pure need for oxygen. Drew made a satisfying gasp for fresh air before noticing his ASCA coach standing at the edge of the pool. Coach’s arms were crossed across his swimmer-chest as usual, the omniscient scowl of disapproval peering at him from behind his black shades.
“Got that out of your system today?” said James.
Drew ignored him and dipped his head backwards, letting the water run through his hair again before making his way over to his coach. He took the swimming cap and goggles from James, trying not to notice the thin trunks stretched over his...