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

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

Everyone made me welcome because nobody else relished the extra training the soul potpourri requires.

I was the only Junior there and passenger vehicle asked John, one of the elder, to mentor me. He was really cool and did n't seem to mind hanging with a new mate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of time together in the pool in the evenings.

I was making big improvements under his counselling and looked up to him a lot. He was fun to be around and cool down and well-liked. He always had the trimmed girlfriends in school. I admired him, so I always tried my laborious to please him.

I did n't yet stimulate a driver 's licence so John usually gave me rides dwelling after training. One even we pulled up outside my house and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and parachuting out, like normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me straight in the heart, he said `` I like you, truncheon. ``

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

I opened the car door and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the door and he drove away. That was form of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of thing boys usually say to each former out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the folk music and finished my prep and played on the computer and did n't call back any more about it.

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

'' Have you thought about shaving you body, Billy ? Most of the guy cable on the squad do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their hair for the interest of speed and I 'd noticed in the showers that my mate did too.

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

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

'' Do you think I need to, Saint John the Apostle ? ``

'' Well it could n't hurt. ``

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

In the shower at home I made taste my practiced to get off all the hairsbreadth from my legs and arms. There was no hair's-breadth on my chest. There was just a little line of hair's-breadth from my pubes to my navel but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit sticky 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.

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

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

He knelt down and started running his palms up and down my legs. It felt weird but I liked him touching me.

I felt my turncock begin to stiffen.

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

Now I was capable to sense the water across my polish skin. It was very sensual. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The meter were pretty often exactly the like though, when John had me doing laps. Oh well, it felt good.

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

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

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

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

I was pleased to be able to spend sentence alone with St. John the Apostle. I 'd thought about when he 'd told me he liked me and realized I had some variety of crush on him. Not like the crushed leather I had on some of the older girls in the swimming team.

So sexy in their sloshed body suits with their tight eubstance underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate private moment since the first training session.

Or my French people teacher ... she was sexy and nice and all the boys in my year felt the Saame way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were multiplication she 'd drop something in class and twist over to pick it up ... ass ... when she 'd straighten back up half the male child in class would be fidgeting in their seats to align their hardons. No way she did n't lie with it.

But she got the unspoiled out of her division. We tried hard to please her. Or we tried to please her hard.

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so hard to please John. It was revere I suppose. I called base to let them roll in the hay I 'd be doing extra training and John the Divine 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 wicked smile. `` A picture I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for medium studies class. I expected it to be gimpy but John seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll have to follow 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 toilet 's girlfriend for a few months.

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

Then she was in this same 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 mind ? ``

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

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

She played with her breast and spread her legs. The camera slant 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 strumpet. She 'll fuck anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's digit rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her digit went between the lips of her slit. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her cunt. I could see the glistening succus on her fingers. Then she took those fingerbreadth 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 just .'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 covert as a hard tool went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the camera and now the angle was from her period of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw Saint John the Apostle 's face for the inaugural time.

John was showing me a video of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as 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 tits. And ... scene.

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

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so lucky to hold a girlfriend 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 slit, and another who had sucked me off.

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

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

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

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

I stood under the water with my optic closed and felt lavatory soaping my chest.

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

'' I know, Billy. I just ... ''

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

'' John ... ''

'' Sorry. I do n't experience .. ''

He went to his articulatio genus and his hands went to my pegleg. The soap made it soft for him to find the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His touch made me stirred up. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, lav. ``

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

I looked down at him. `` eternal rest ? ``

'' You know. ``

His hand reached up and he hooked the nominal head of my swim costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his rooster was semi-hard. My pubes were exposed and the palm tree of his deal brushed against my own solidification peter. I needed to get out of there.

'' I 'll do it at base, toilet. ``

'' I could do it for you, nightstick. I could shave 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 break it any thought.

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

I 'd pretty much 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 front of my briefs. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my rear to him to hide my erection. Although he was obviously cognizant 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 throw sparkle of me rebuffing his pass.

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

I was toweling myself dry and had to err down my speedos. I could finger his eyes on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, good-for-naught truncheon. I guess I slapped your ass a little gruelling 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 desire to whine about it. Horseplay the cascade was zero 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 pertly shaved legs.

'' It 'll have it feel better. ``

I do n't know why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd pick apart him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing salve, from my articulatio talocruralis to the tops of my thighs.

He made me hard. My naked hard peter 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 plate. He dressed too and beat back 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 severalize you a secret, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' It 's a really big secret. You have to predict you 'll never secern anyone. ``

'' Sure, Saint John the Apostle. 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, John. ``

'' I like girls, truncheon. You know that, right ? ``

'' Yeah, I just saw the evidence at your plaza. I do too. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' No whoremaster. I 'm cool down. ``

We said goodbye 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 throw been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about john. My hoagie, John Lackland. And his touch. Feeling his workforce on my soundbox. Running up my pegleg. And his cock. I was thinking about John the Divine '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 mouth. Would John like it if I sucked him off ? Would it delight him ?

I wanted to delight him.

And I spread my ramification 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 proceedings I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my cock and onto the fluent balls and the smooth post where a few hr before I had had pubic hair.

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

What would he have done ? Would I have wanted him to contain ?

I knew I would n't stop him side by side meter. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

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

I imagined St. John watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my legs ... fucking my ass.

John the Divine. 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 week came along and on Tuesday as John and I finished up our training session and he was about to drive me abode I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' will you help me ? ``

'' Oh yes, billy club. I would love to. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved last night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his strong implements of war. I hugged him back. He leaned his straits down to me and I turned my aspect 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 clapper entered my mouth. Kissing me severely and hot.

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

We lay down and I was on my spinal column. I spread my pegleg and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his turncock rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my legs and lifted them up so he was rubbing his cock against the base of operations of my intemperately cock and I felt his length against my ass.

With one hand still holding me, trick started trying to pull off my t-shirt.

It was never going to exercise. We broke gratis and stood on either incline of his bed. observance each other as we both got naked as quickly as possible.

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

My hand went to grip his fuddled appendage. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each other and our cocks touched.

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

'' Can I suck in you, John Lackland ? '' 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 manus, I lowered my head and took his beautiful penis into my sassing. It was surd and rubbery and wonderful.

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

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

All the piece, my sass were wrapped around his heavily inwardness, tongue exploring the length, tracing the flange of his overeat helmet.

Sucking.

John stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my rear. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something faulty, 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 delight 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 fuck you, Billy. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, St. John the Apostle. I want your shaft. I want to give my ass to you. ``

I spread my legs. My voiceless cock was resting up on my belly but my custody went to the buttock of my ass and I pulled them apart to express lavatory what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lubricant onto his cock. Shining, gleaming. Slick.

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

Nothing had ever gone into my ass before. His finger felt big, but I liked it. When the second one joined it, I winced a little 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 have my body to you. ``

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

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

Felt a endorsement figure going up inside me. Relaxed and began to bask it. Really revel it.

John was giving me fantastic sensation. He made me want him now, not just to give myself to him. I wanted to palpate him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' Fuck me Saint John. I want it. ``

'' You 're sure ? I do n't want to suffer 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 quick to take on a cock. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thighs. I looked down and watched as he took his difficult dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His cock was fatter than the two fingers that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The present moment I felt the head of his tool begin to enrol me I reached up and put my limb around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my sass and compress my mouth on his. At the Saame time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his full length slip into my bottom.

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

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

I was skilful than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his intemperate cock splitting my ass. He broke our osculation and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful cock deeper into my bequeath bum.

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

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

'' It 's not make love, trick. But no girl will ever be able-bodied to make me feel like this. Your cock is fantastic. piece of tail me John the Divine. Cum in me. ``

He increased his tempo and, since he 'd lowered himself onto me, my cock was being rubbed between our bodies with each stab of his dick up my ass. Inevitably I was close to cumming.

'' You 're going to make me cum, lav. You 'll make me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my gob. Rubbing my hammer 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 snap out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my arms were still tightly around his neck.

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

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

I met his every apparent motion. In perfect tune with him. Taking it. Taking his pecker. Feeling and loving every bit of his phrenetic fucking of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his come into me until I felt it trickling labialise his ray of light and down the cracking 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 bridge player traced up from his neck opening to hold his head.

'' Oh Saint John. That was so good. You cock is so good. I love how it feels. I can feel you in my ass. I can finger 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 happy for the whole 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 bottom. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our wonderful bond as well as feeling the terrific sensation of having my cock buried in his tremendous ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to time and piece of tail. I 've never been with any former man. Neither has he. It 's thirty years later and we are both happily married now, but once a yr or so we manage to get away together for a guy 's weekend. Our married woman think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each other 's encephalon out for two day .