I tried out for the swim team every year in high-school and made it at the start of my third-year year.

I 'd always been passably fast in all the accident and they needed an IM guy so I finally made the squad.

Everyone made me welcome because nobody else relished the supernumerary training the Individual Medley requires.

I was the lonesome Junior there and coach asked John, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really nerveless and did n't seem to mind hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of time together in the syndicate in the evenings.

I was making big improvements under his guidance and looked up to him a lot. He was fun to be around and cool and well-liked. He always had the precious lady friend in school. I admired him, so I always tried my toilsome to please him.

I did n't yet possess a device driver 's license so privy usually gave me rides home after training. One evening we pulled up outside my house and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and jump out, like formula, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me uncoiled in the eyes, he said `` I like you, Billy. ``

'' Uh, thanks, Gospel According to John. I like you, too. '' I answered.

I opened the car doorway and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the door and he drove away. That was kind of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of matter boy usually say to each other out of the blue. But then I got in and had my repast with the sept and finished my homework and played on the figurer and did n't think any more about it.

The succeeding week, John made a proposition about improving my times.

'' Have you thought about shaving you body, billy ? almost of the guy on the squad do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their hair's-breadth for the saki of speed and I 'd noticed in the exhibitor that my mate did too.

eventide their pubic hair. They were all smooth all over.

But I did n't give hardly any hair on me.

'' Do you think I need to, John ? ``

'' fountainhead it could n't wound. ``

As usual I wanted to follow his suggestions and gain his approval, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made tried my best to get off all the whisker from my wooden leg and limb. There was no hair on my bureau. There was just a piddling agate line of hairsbreadth from my pubic bone to my navel but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit unenviable to get it all and I missed a few spots.

Next day after shoal I was training with whoremonger again. We got into our speedos and he saw I 'd done as he suggested.

'' Good job, billy club. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

'' Oh but I think you missed a twain of places. ``

He knelt down and started running his laurel wreath up and down my peg. It felt unearthly but I liked him touching me.

I felt my prick begin to stiffen.

It was embarrassing and I broke away and quickly turned and jumped into the body of water so he would n't see. The cooler water helped my swelling phallus to quail back to normal size.

Now I was able to experience the water across my smooth skin. It was very sensual. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The times were pretty practically exactly the Lapplander though, when Gospel According to John had me doing overlap. Oh well, it felt good.

We were in his car afterwards and he told me that he 'd avail get the few remaining hairs off me if I wanted. We could go to his place.

'' Would n't your kinfolk think it was weird ? ``

'' There 's nobody there tonight. They go to Rotary. I always have the stead to myself on Tuesdays until at least midnight. ``

'' OK, I guess. '' I answered.

I was pleased to be able to spend time alone with John. I 'd thought about when he 'd recite me he liked me and realized I had some kind of compaction on him. Not like the crushed leather I had on some of the quondam miss in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight body suits with their pixilated bodies underneath. I had been thinking about them in my about intimate private here and now since the world-class training session.

Or my French teacher ... she was sexy and dainty and all the son in my twelvemonth felt the Saami way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were prison term she 'd unload something in class and bend over to pick it up ... nookie ... when she 'd straighten back up half the male child in class would be fidgeting in their seats to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

But she got the proficient out of her class. We tried surd to please her. Or we tried to delight her hard.

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so severe to please John. It was revere I suppose. I called home to let them acknowledge I 'd be doing supernumerary grooming and John drove us to his house.

'' Hey you want to see something ? '' he asked.

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a secluded ? ``

'' Yeah, for you Gospel According to John. Absolutely. ``

'' hope ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a wicked smile. `` A movie I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for sensitive field class. I expected it to be game but toilet seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll have to watch it upstairs on my computer. ``

We went to his room and he got it set up. I sat at the workdesk and he stood behind me. It started and I saw Suzie who had been whoremaster 's lady friend for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blond Junior and I had the hots for her, so my interest was piqued. She was just walking through the green and smiling at the camera.

Then she was in this same elbow room. John 's bedroom. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned round and looked up at John.

'' You sure it 's OK to see this ? ``

'' Yeah. I want you to. ``

'' She wo n't beware ? ``

'' She wo n't know. You promised, recall ? ``

I turned back and watched Suzie get naked and lay back on John 's bed.

She played with her bosom and spread her legs. The tv camera angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her open thighs.

'' Suzie 's pretty dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my girlfriend you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a fucking hussy. She 'll be intimate anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald pussycat and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her finger's breadth went between the lips of her slit. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her cunt. I could see the glistening juices on her fingers. Then she took those finger and put them in her sassing, sucking them. Tasting herself.

All the while she was asking ... 'do you like that ? Like my pussy ? You want to taste ? It tastes good .'And then finally ... 'come on, I want your cock'.

The television camera moved around a lot. The cinematographer was climbing up onto the bed. He angled down and I watched the filmdom as a hard cock went to Suzie 's slit and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the camera and now the angle was from her spot of prospect. I watched as she panned up and I saw lav 's face for the outset time.

Saint John was showing me a video recording of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as King John pounded Suzie until he was about to cum and then he pulled out and I saw his cum pulsing out of his cock onto Suzie 's sweet-smelling tit. And ... scene.

When the movie ended I just sat there in silence for a minute.

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so favourable to let a lady friend to do that with. ``

'' You do n't ? ``

'' Not right now. ``

I was evasive. I 'd had a girlfriend who gave me hand-jobs and let me feel her kitty-cat, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me fuck them. I was still a virgin in that department.

'' OK well that was a minuscule show for you. Now let 's get skimming. '' he smiled.

He had his own en suite and he said he 'd wait in the cascade. Even though we 'd used communal shower at schoolhouse, it felt odd to get undressed in his sleeping room with him succeeding door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the turned on john and stepped into the shower. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped decent back out, but he said not to occupy, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' Come on, let 's get the finale of your hair off. ``

I stood under the pee with my eyes closed and felt John soaping my chest.

'' There 's nothing there, John Lackland. '' I said.

'' I know, nightstick. I just ... ''

His hands moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my pap. It felt nice, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' Saint John the Apostle ... ''

'' Sorry. I do n't love .. ''

He went to his human knee and his hands went to my ramification. The soap made it promiscuous for him to discover the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His spot made me aroused. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

But then John asked `` what about the rest ? ``

I looked down at him. `` Rest ? ``

'' You know. ``

His hand reached up and he hooked the front of my swimming costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his putz was semi-hard. My pubic bone were exposed and the palm of his deal brushed against my own solidifying cock. I needed to get out of there.

'' I 'll do it at home, John. ``

'' I could do it for you, truncheon. I could plane your pubic hair off for you. I do n't mind. ``

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his offer, but I had n't had time to give it any thought.

'' No. It 's OK. I 'll do it later. Honest. ``

I 'd pretty a good deal shut him down. I turned off the water and John stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the forepart of my legal brief. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my book binding to him to hide my erection. Although he was obviously cognisant I had one.

He slapped me on my ass and said `` well now you 'll be swimming faster than ever. ``

I guess he was trying to wee-wee light of me rebuffing his pass.

'' Yeah. Thanks. We 'll see tomorrow. ``

I was toweling myself dry and had to steal down my speedos. I could sense his eyes on me as I bent down. Then John the Evangelist said `` Oh man, sorry Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a little harder than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your cheek. It was supposed to be a friendly pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't want to snivel about it. Horseplay the shower bath was nothing new.

I felt him rubbing it gently. Caressing my ass. Making it all better. And he was. lav took some oil and offered to rub it into my freshly shaved legs.

'' It 'll make it experience better. ``

I do n't know why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd knock him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a console balm, from my ankles to the top of the inning of my thighs.

He made me hard. My au naturel hard cock was there for him. And he looked at it but never touched it.

Now I wanted him to, or I wanted to touch it myself, but that would have to wait. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and drove me.

It was placid in the car. I did n't know what to say and I guess he did n't either. We pulled up and he stopped the car. Like he had the other time. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I tell you a secret, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' It 's a really big mystery. You have to promise you 'll never tell apart anyone. ``

'' Sure, John. You can confide me. I 'd never tell. ``

'' I like you. ``

'' I know. You told me before. ``

'' No. That 's the secret. I like you. Like ... like. ``

'' I like you too, John. ``

'' I like daughter, he-goat. You know that, right ? ``

'' Yeah, I just saw the grounds at your spot. I do too. ``

'' But I keep thinking about you. I like you ... that way. ``

'' Ohhh. Uhh O ... K ... ''

'' I 'm drab about earlier. Making you uncomfortable ... ''

'' No .. that 's OK. That 's mulct. It was OK. Do n't feel bad. ``

'' You wo n't differentiate anyone ? ``

'' No St. John. I 'm assuredness. ``

We said goodbye and I went inside. That nighttime I was thinking about all that had happened. I had showered before bed and had done as I 'd promised.

Now I was laying on my towel, stroking my putz. And I was thinking about Suzie. Naked. Fingering herself. Watching her getting fucked.

And that should have been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about Saint John the Apostle. My hero, John. And his touch. Feeling his men on my body. Running up my legs. And his cock. I was thinking about John 's turncock. Hard, thrusting into Suzie 's pussy.

Hard, wet, smooth, rubbing against mine.

And I started imagining what it would feel like. In my hand. In my back talk. Would lav like it if I sucked him off ? Would it please him ?

I wanted to please him.

And I spread my legs as I masturbated. How would it be to lie under him, like Suzie had been ? Would he like that ?

I came while I was thinking about John. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within minutes I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the duration of my cock and onto the smoothen balls and the smooth seat where a few hours before I had had pubic hair.

And I was thinking about John again. And now I was regretting that instant when I 'd stopped him from pulling down my speedos in the shower.

What would he own done ? Would I have wanted him to stop ?

I knew I would n't finish him next time. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

Thought of his script touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my tummy and lifted my ass up as I stroked my strict cock.

I imagined John watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my wooden leg ... fucking my ass.

whoremonger. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to please him. Give myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next calendar week came along and on Tues as John Lackland and I finished up our training academic session and he was about to drive me base I asked him ...

'' John, do you believe it 's time for another shaving ? ``

He understood.

'' Yes, yes, Billy. It could be. ``

'' volition you aid me ? ``

'' Oh yes, Billy. I would love to. ``

We said no more as he drove to his house. We got inside and went straight upstairs. When we reached his way I turned to him.

'' John I have a secret for you. ``

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved finale night. ``

'' So .... ''

'' and I have another secret. I like you. Like ... like. ``

'' Oh Billy. But you like fille, do n't you ? '' ...

'' Yes can, like you do. But I like you too, John. more than than just a ally. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his strong weapons system. I hugged him back. He leaned his headspring down to me and I turned my human face up to him.

He put his lips on mine. Kissed me.

I kissed him back. Fervently. My hero.

Now I could let in it to myself. I had a crush on him. I wanted him to want me. And he did.

I melted in his arms as his knife entered my mouth. Kissing me hard and hot.

We shuffled over to his bed, not letting go, not breaking the kiss.

We lay down and I was on my dorsum. I spread my peg and lav nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my legs and lifted them up so he was rubbing his cock against the substructure of my unvoiced shaft and I felt his length against my ass.

With one script still holding me, John started trying to pull up off my t-shirt.

It was never going to work. We broke liberal and stood on either side of his bed. Watching each early as we both got naked as quickly as possible.

Hard turncock pointing at surd cock, we stood looking at each other and then moved towards each former on the bed.

My hand went to fascinate his wet penis. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each early and our cocks touched.

He took both in his hand and rubbed them together while I held him tightly and we kissed again.

'' Can I soak up you, John ? '' I asked.

'' Oh god '' he lay back on the bed and I lay down beside him.

Leaning over his lap. Holding his turncock in my hand, I lowered my brain and took his beautiful penis into my sass. It was knockout and rubbery and wonderful.

I felt his paw on my foreland and he encouraged me sucking. Guiding me to a pace he liked.

With one hand I gripped the stand of his cock, so it would n't go in too deep, with the other hand I caressed and fondled his smooth balls.

All the while, my lips were wrapped around his hard nitty-gritty, tongue exploring the distance, tracing the flange of his engorged helmet.

Sucking.

John stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my vertebral column. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something incorrectly, John ? ``

'' No Billy you 're wonderful. I do n't want to cum in your backtalk though. ``

'' I would n't mind. ``

He chuckled ... `` You misunderstand. Did you mean it when you said you want to please me ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' I could do anything ? ``

Now I understood.

'' Yes John. Anything. You can do anything. ``

He stood and went to his bedside table. Found a bottle of lubricant.

'' I want to make out you, billy goat. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, John. I want your cock. I want to give my ass to you. ``

I spread my legs. My hard shaft was resting up on my belly but my mitt went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to show lavatory what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lubricator onto his cock. shining, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my buns with slippery lubricating substance. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the walls of my anal gap. Making me slippery.

nix had ever gone into my ass before. His finger felt big, but I liked it. When the irregular one joined it, I winced a trivial and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, Billy, I do n't want to spite you. ``

'' It 's OK. I want it. Whatever it takes. I want to give my body to you. ``

I grabbed the backs of my knees and lifted myself further off the bed. Presenting my ass to him. His digit went back to my ass, I relaxed. Felt him pushing in and out.

'' Try a second one now. '' I told him.

Felt a second figure going up inside me. Relaxed and began to enjoy it. Really enjoy it.

Saint John the Apostle was giving me fantastic sensations. He made me want him now, not just to establish myself to him. I wanted to finger him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' screw me John. I want it. ``

'' You 're certain ? I do n't want to injure you, my darling boy. ``

'' No I want it. I want to find your cock inside me. ``

I let go of my leg and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore fix to take on a shaft. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thighs. I looked down and watched as he took his toilsome dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His peter was fatter than the two finger that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The moment I felt the head of his putz Menachem Begin to enter me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my sass and press out my mouth on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length solecism into my bottom.

Oh bliss. A mix of pain and disco biscuit. The ecstasy won. I moaned.

He thought he was hurting me and tried to pull away but I clung on tight. Shaking my capitulum slightly and letting him know I was OK.

I was full than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his hard rooster splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his marvellous peter deeper into my unforced bum.

'' I think I love you, Billy '' he whispered into my ear.

Now I knew what this crush was. I felt the same way.

'' It 's not have a go at it, John. But no fille will ever be able to hold me find like this. Your stopcock is fantastic. roll in the hay me St. John the Apostle. Cum in me. ``

He increased his pace and, since he 'd lowered himself onto me, my cock was being rubbed between our organic structure with each thrust of his putz up my ass. Inevitably I was close to cumming.

'' You 're going to pass water me cum, King John. You 'll make me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm come together too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hollow. Rubbing my rooster between us.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

And then I felt him strain up and he rammed himself as far into my ass as he could. Which hit something inside me that set off my own orgasm.

My cum shot out and covered my stomach and John 's - all without being touched - my arms were still tightly around his neck.

At the Lapplander time I felt him cumming in my ass. Cumming and cumming. I 'd seen whoremonger cum before in the movie with Suzie, but this felt like he was cumming twice as long.

He groaned and thrust and pushed and huffed and puffed and rammed my ass.

I met his every movement. In complete line with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. tactile sensation and loving every bit of his frenetic ass of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his seed into me until I felt it trickling fill out his putz and down the snap and onto his bed.

Still he slipped in and out of me. In and out of my slippery cum-filled jam until finally he slowed ... stopped thrusting and collapsed onto me.

I held him tight. My hands traced up from his neck to hold his head.

'' Oh Saint John the Apostle. That was so good. You cock is so expert. I love how it feels. I can experience you in my ass. I can experience your cum. You made me cum. While you were fucking me. Made me cum. And I made you cum. I 'm so happy. ``

And I remained felicitous for the unit of my junior year.

We swam and swam and swam and then fucked and fucked and fucked.

We discovered that he was n't exclusively a top and I was n't exclusively a freighter. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our terrific bail bond as well as feeling the wonderful sensation of having my cock buried in his howling ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to meter and fuck. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's thirty class later and we are both happily married now, but once a year or so we manage to get away together for a guy 's weekend. Our wife think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each early 's brain out for two solar day .