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

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

Everyone made me welcome because cipher else relished the extra education the mortal Medley requires.

I was the only Junior there and coach asked whoremaster, one of the senior, to mentor me. He was really poise and did n't appear to take care hanging with a untested mate. He set up a preparation schedule for me and we spent a lot of fourth dimension together in the pool 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 cutest girlfriends in schooling. I admired him, so I always tried my hard to delight him.

I did n't yet make a driver 's license so Saint John 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 normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me true in the middle, he said `` I like you, nightstick. ``

'' Uh, thanks, John. I like you, too. '' I answered.

I opened the car door and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the doorway and he drove away. That was sort of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of thing son usually say to each other out of the blue air. But then I got in and had my meal with the tribe and finished my preparation and played on the reckoner and did n't retrieve any more about it.

The next week, John made a suggestion about improving my times.

'' Have you thought about shaving you body, Billy ? Most of the hombre on the team do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their hair for the sake of swiftness and I 'd noticed in the rain shower that my teammates did too.

Even their pubic hair's-breadth. They were all smooth all over.

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

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

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

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

In the shower at home I made tried my best to get off all the fuzz from my legs and blazon. There was no hair on my chest. There was just a niggling personal line of credit of hair from my pubes to my navel but I did n't inconvenience oneself with that. It was a bit uneasy to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

'' soundly job, nightstick. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

'' Oh but I think you missed a couple of seat. ``

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

I felt my rooster begin to stiffen.

It was embarrassing and I broke away and quickly turned and jumped into the H2O so he would n't see. The cooler water helped my swelling phallus to reduce back to normal size.

Now I was able-bodied to feel the water across my smooth tegument. It was very carnal. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The metre were pretty lots exactly the same though, when privy had me doing laps. Oh well, it felt good.

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

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

'' There 's nobody there tonight. They go to Rotary. I always have the berth to myself on Tues until at to the lowest degree midnight. ``

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

I was pleased to be able to spend time alone with John Lackland. I 'd thought about when he 'd evidence me he liked me and realized I had some form of crush on him. Not like the press I had on some of the older girls in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight torso wooing with their tight bodies underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate secret instant since the first training session.

Or my French teacher ... she was aphrodisiac and nice and all the boys in my year felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were multiplication she 'd unload something in class and crease over to foot it up ... fuck ... when she 'd straighten back up half the son in class would be fidgeting in their buttocks to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

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

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so strong to please Saint John. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called home to let them know I 'd be doing extra training and lavatory drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a secret ? ``

'' Yeah, for you John. Absolutely. ``

'' hope ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a repelling smiling. `` A motion picture I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media studies class. I expected it to be lame but John 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 John 's girlfriend for a few months.

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

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

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

'' Yeah. I want you to. ``

'' She wo n't mind ? ``

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

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

She played with her titties and spread her legs. The television 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 adulteress. She 'll have sex anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's digit rubbed her bald twat and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her finger's breadth went between the lips of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her puss. I could see the glistening juices on her fingers. Then she took those fingers and put them in her mouth, 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 camera moved around a lot. The cameraman was climbing up onto the bed. He angled down and I watched the cover as a hard hammer went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the camera and now the slant was from her breaker point of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's face for the low time.

trick was showing me a video of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as bathroom 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 breast. And ... scene.

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

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so lucky to have a girlfriend to do that with. ``

'' You do n't ? ``

'' Not right now. ``

I was evasive. I 'd had a lady friend who gave me hand-jobs and let me finger her pussy, 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 little show for you. Now let 's get paring. '' he smiled.

He had his own en suite and he said he 'd expect in the exhibitor. Even though we 'd used communal rain shower at school day, it felt odd to get undressed in his bedroom with him side by side room access. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy privy and stepped into the rain shower. john was naked in there. I nearly jumped good back out, but he said not to concern, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' Come on, let 's get the last of your tomentum off. ``

I stood under the water with my eyes closed and felt St. John the Apostle soaping my chest.

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

'' I know, billy. I just ... ''

His hands moves over my pectoral muscle. I felt him mess about on my nipples. It felt gracious, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' toilet ... ''

'' Sorry. I do n't know .. ''

He went to his articulatio genus and his work force went to my legs. The soap made it well-off for him to find out the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His contact 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. `` sleep ? ``

'' You know. ``

His bridge player reached up and he hooked the front of my swim costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his peter was semi-hard. My loins were exposed and the palm of his paw brushed against my own hardening turncock. I needed to get out of there.

'' I 'll do it at abode, privy. ``

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

Later, I 'd repent not accepting his offer, but I had n't had clock time to have it any thought.

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

I 'd pretty much shut him down. I turned off the weewee and John stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the front of my brief. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my rear to him to cover my erecting. Although he was obviously aware 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 urinate light of me rebuffing his pass.

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

I was toweling myself dry and had to slip down my speedos. I could experience his eyes on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, sorry billystick. I guess I slapped your ass a footling hard than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your boldness. It was supposed to be a friendly pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't need to screak about it. Horseplay the showers was cypher new.

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

'' It 'll ca-ca it sense better. ``

I do n't bed why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd knocked him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing unction, from my ankle joint to the crown of my thighs.

He made me unvoiced. My naked hard hammer 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 menage. He dressed too and take me.

It was quiet 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 mysterious, truncheon ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' It 's a really big closed book. You have to promise you 'll never recount anyone. ``

'' Sure, lavatory. You can trust 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, trick. ``

'' I like missy, baton. You know that, right ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' No John. I 'm aplomb. ``

We said adios and I went inside. That night 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 cock. And I was thinking about Suzie. Naked. Fingering herself. Watching her getting fucked.

And that should take been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My grinder, Saint John. And his touch. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my legs. And his pecker. I was thinking about John 's tool. 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 mouth. Would John like it if I sucked him off ? Would it please him ?

I wanted to please him.

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

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

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within minute I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my stopcock and onto the unruffled balls and the smooth billet where a few hour before I had had pubic hair.

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

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

I knew I would n't bar him next fourth dimension. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

Thought of his hands touching my torso. Touching my ass. I turned onto my stomach and lifted my ass up as I stroked my unbending cock.

I imagined lav watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my legs ... fucking my ass.

St. John. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John the Divine. Wanted to please him. make myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next hebdomad came along and on Tuesday as Saint John the Apostle and I finished up our training session and he was about to repulse me home I asked him ...

'' John, do you think it 's clock time for another shave ? ``

He understood.

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

'' Will you help me ? ``

'' Oh yes, truncheon. I would be intimate to. ``

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

'' John I have a hush-hush for you. ``

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved stopping point night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to delight you. ``

He held me in his unassailable weapon. I hugged him back. He leaned his point down to me and I turned my fount up to him.

He put his lips on mine. Kissed me.

I kissed him back. Fervently. My hero.

Now I could admit it to myself. I had a jam on him. I wanted him to desire me. And he did.

I melted in his arms as his tongue entered my mouth. Kissing me toilsome and hot.

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

We lay down and I was on my rachis. I spread my legs and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my peg and lifted them up so he was rubbing his cock against the substructure of my hard putz and I felt his duration against my ass.

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

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

Hard stopcock pointing at hard cock, we stood looking at each other and then moved towards each other on the bed.

My hand went to grip his stiff member. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his hired man on me. We were kneeling, facing each former 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 suck you, john ? '' I asked.

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

Leaning over his lap. Holding his cock in my bridge player, I lowered my head and took his beautiful penis into my mouth. It was operose and rubbery and wonderful.

I felt his handwriting on my head and he encouraged me sucking. Guiding me to a yard he liked.

With one deal I gripped the base of his rooster, so it would n't go in too deep, with the early helping hand I caressed and fondled his still balls.

All the spell, my lips were wrapped around his punishing core, tongue exploring the distance, tracing the rim of his gourmandize helmet.

Sucking.

lav stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my book binding. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something wrong, John ? ``

'' No Billy you 're wonderful. I do n't want to cum in your mouth 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 board. Found a nursing bottle of lubricant.

'' I want to fuck you, Billy. ``

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 stage. My backbreaking cock was resting up on my belly but my script went to the nerve of my ass and I pulled them apart to show John what I wanted.

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

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my bottom with slippery lube. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the wall of my anal retentive opening. Making me slippery.

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

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

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

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

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

Felt a second digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to savor it. Really revel it.

John was giving me grand sense impression. He made me require him now, not just to pay myself to him. I wanted to feel him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' nookie me bathroom. I want it. ``

'' You 're sure enough ? I do n't want to spite you, my darling boy. ``

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

I let go of my legs and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore ready to direct on a cock. He pulled his finger out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thighs. I looked down and watched as he took his hard gumshoe in his clenched fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His prick was fatty than the two finger that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The second I felt the head of his peter Begin to get into me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my brim and pressed my mouth on his. At the same prison term I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length gaffe into my bottom.

Oh bliss. A mix of painful sensation and ecstasy. The exaltation won. I moaned.

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

I was good than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his laborious cock splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful cock deeper into my willing 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 love, privy. But no girl will ever be able to make me feel like this. Your turncock is fantastic. screw me John. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to stimulate me cum, King John. You 'll name me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm closely too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hole. Rubbing my pecker between us.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

And then I felt him tense 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 nip out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my munition were still tightly around his neck.

At the same time I felt him cumming in my ass. Cumming and cumming. I 'd seen bathroom cum before in the picture 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 consummate tune with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. flavor and loving every bit of his manic roll in the hay of my Virgo the Virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his cum into me until I felt it trickling round his shaft and down the scissure and onto his bed.

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

I held him tight. My manpower traced up from his neck to agree his head.

'' Oh trick. That was so dear. You cock is so full. I love how it feels. I can sense you in my ass. I can feel your cum. You made me cum. While you were fucking me. Made me cum. And I made you cum. I 'm so felicitous. ``

And I remained well-chosen for the whole of my next-to-last 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 hindquarters. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our rattling chemical bond as well as feeling the wonderful sensation of having my cock buried in his tremendous ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from clock time to fourth dimension and fuck. I 've never been with any early man. Neither has he. It 's xxx years 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 wives think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each former 's brains out for two days .