My Lover, My Athlete

I reach up and undo the buckles on the leather cuffs, releasing his arms. He sighs and lowers them to his sides. I let him wait for long moments.

Just as the anxiety begins to mount in his face, I lean forward and down, taking his face in my hands and kissing him long and tenderly, tasting the cum on his lips. I release him and smile at him for the first time.

"You swam a great race today, " I say. "You're a champion. I'm proud of you, son."

I watch the tears well in his eyes as he hears the words of praise for which he has hungered so long. In a moment they spill over and he begins to weep. I put my face down next to his. "Shh...it's all right."

Abruptly his arms grip me in a fierce embrace. We lie there, glued together by his cum, our bodies rocking as they press urgently against one another.

He cries against my neck, the tears wetting my skin, sobbing in total release.

"Let it go, son. Let it all go."

His voice emerges, watery, still full of hiccuping tears. "I... I did it for you, coach."

I kiss him again, my own throat tightening. I run my hands through his hair, almost dry now.

"I did it for you."

"No," I tell him. "You did it for you, son."

I hold him as he gradually quiets down. Time slips away unnoticed.

Later, both of us showered, cleaned up and dressed in our best, we go out for a victory dinner with his parents. His parents are quiet, pleasant, well-mannered people. Toward the end of the evening his father raises a wineglass in a toast.

"To you, coach," he says. "And to all that you've done for our boy." His mother nods in agreement.

I smile. "Thank you for entrusting me with your son."

The mother speaks hesitantly. "I have to tell you, Coach, at the beginning, his father and I...we wondered about the... arrangements. Taking him into your home, having him live with you." She brightens. "But it's worked out beautifully, hasn't it."

I turn to my athlete. "Do you agree, son?"

He sits, grave and handsome in coat and tie. Involuntarily I draw in my breath at the sight. He shakes his head and smiles. "Can't argue with a conference championship. And maybe the Olympics." He looks me in the eye and says, "These past two years have been fantastic. You've brought out the very best in me, Coach. I couldn't have done it without you."

I nod my thanks.

Soon afterward, we say goodbye to his parents outside the restaurant and drive back to my home. As soon as we are inside the door, he clasps me in a long embrace. "Thank you," he says.

"Thank _you_," I answer. We kiss. Now there is no thought of control or submission, just mutual respect and affection.

Later, he lies asleep in our bed with one long arm thrown over my bare chest. I listen with rapt wonder and joy to his quiet breathing. I can't sleep because my heart is too full.

From the moment you walked onto my team and into my life I was determined to possess you. I set out to make you mine in every way. I've succeeded, my lover, my athlete. But you've had the last laugh, because now I am yours too. I am yours.

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