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of. Pulling open the bottom drawer, Bobby Ray was surprised by how many pairs of swim trunks Chet owned. He figured it must be usual for someone who had a pool in their backyard.
    With everything from long board shorts to tiny Speedos, Chet had a wide selection. Bobby Ray pulled out a pair of bright red Speedos and held them up. He doubted he’d ever seen anything so damn tiny. Hell, even Bobby Ray’s underwear was bigger than the scrap of red fabric. No doubt the tight fitting suit would show every bump and hair hidden beneath it.
    Grinning like a fool, Bobby Ray tucked the suit under his arm and closed the drawer. He was tempted to snoop, but he didn’t want to get caught and have it ruin everything. “All done,” he called out before slipping into the guestroom.
    Bobby Ray shucked his clothing and pulled on the tight Speedo. A quick look in the mirror almost had him backing out. Never had he exposed himself so fully outside a locker room shower.
    He reached down and readjusted his balls. Satisfied, Bobby Ray strolled out to the patio, praying he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.
    “Did you find…?” Chet’s jaw dropped at his first look at Bobby Ray. “Oh.”
    Bobby Ray watched Chet’s Adam’s apple bob several times as his gaze worked its way down Bobby Ray’s body. “Hope you don’t mind,” Bobby Ray said, trying to break the tension between them. “I’ve always wondered what something like this would feel like.”
    Chet’s eyes remained riveted to Bobby Ray’s growing cock for several seconds too long. Gotcha, Bobby Ray thought.
    “I’m sorry,” Chet mumbled, turning to dart into the house.
    With a smile on his face, Bobby Ray followed his coach inside. He caught up with Chet in the hallway and reached out to place a hand on the man’s broad back. “There’s no reason to apologise. I like the way I feel when you look at me.”
    Chet finally turned to face Bobby Ray, resting his back against the doorframe. “You shouldn’t like it. It’s wrong, Bobby Ray.”
    For the first time in his life, Bobby Ray hated the name he’d been strapped with as an infant. He wanted Chet to see him as a man, not a teenager from a hick town, not a football player. Bobby stepped closer until his body barely brushed Chet’s. “Call me Bobby, please. I’m eighteen. Old enough to know what I want and legal enough to get it.” Although he’d never kissed a man in passion, Bobby’s mouth slowly descended on Chet’s.
    The first touch of Chet’s lips sent Bobby’s body into overdrive. He pressed further against the muscled body in front of him and opened his mouth. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could pull a kiss off unless he was shown the proper way, so Bobby parted his lips and prayed Chet would take advantage.
    With a loud groan, Chet’s tongue thrust into his mouth as his fingers burrowed in Bobby’s thick hair. Chet’s free hand wrapped around Bobby’s waist and pulled their bodies together.
    Bobby thrilled at the feel of Chet’s erection pressing against him. It was his first exploration and he couldn’t imagine a better teacher. He moved from side to side as Chet’s continued to explore his mouth. The rub of his cock against Chet’s was more than he ever thought it would be.
    When Chet’s hand slipped down to run the length of Bobby’s crack through the Speedo, Bobby lost it. His body bucked against Chet’s as he broke the kiss to cry out. “Coach!”
    The moment the word escaped Bobby’s mouth, Chet’s body went rigid. He pushed Bobby back and escaped into his room and slammed the door.
    As relaxed as he ever had been, Bobby slumped against the bedroom door. “Chet? Did I do something wrong?” He looked down at the mess he’d made of Chet’s swim trunks. He tried the doorknob to no avail. “Please talk to me,” he begged.
    “You’d better go change into your street clothes, Bobby Ray,” Chet eventually said through the closed door.
    “Why?” Bobby pressed his palm