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 strokes and they needed an IM guy so I finally made the squad.

Everyone made me welcome because nobody else relished the extra preparation the mortal pastiche requires.

I was the only Junior there and coach-and-four asked John, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really cool and did n't appear to heed hanging with a new mate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of metre 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 school. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

I did n't yet take a number one wood 's permit so John usually gave me rides home after training. One even we pulled up outside my house and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and jump out, like rule, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me true in the centre, he said `` I like you, Billy. ``

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

I opened the car door and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the room access and he drove away. That was form of odd, I thought. It 's not the sort of affair boys usually say to each other out of the blue devil. But then I got in and had my meal with the ethnic music and finished my homework and played on the computer and did n't think any to a greater extent about it.

The following week, lav made a hint about improving my times.

'' Have you thought about shaving you body, Billy ? most of the bozo on the squad do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their fuzz for the sake of pep pill and I 'd noticed in the showers that my teammates did too.

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

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

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

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

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

In the shower at place I made tried my best to get off all the hair from my stage and arms. There was no hair on my chest. There was just a niggling pedigree of hairsbreadth from my pubes to my omphalus but I did n't inconvenience with that. It was a bit ungainly 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, Billy. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

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

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

I felt my cock 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 tank water helped my swelling penis to shrink back to normal size.

Now I was able to feel the water across my polish pelt. It was very fleshly. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The times were pretty much exactly the same 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 serve 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 place to myself on Tuesday until at to the lowest degree midnight. ``

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

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

So sexy in their rigorous body suits with their plastered bodies underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate buck private moments since the outset training session.

Or my French teacher ... she was aphrodisiac and nice and all the male child in my yr felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd send packing something in category and bend over to pick it up ... screwing ... when she 'd straighten back up half the male child in class would be fidgeting in their tail to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

But she got the Best out of her social 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 surd to please John. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called home to let them do it I 'd be doing surplus education and John drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a secret ? ``

'' Yeah, for you Saint John the Apostle. Absolutely. ``

'' hope ? ``

'' promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a wicked smile. `` A picture show I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for mass medium written report course of instruction. I expected it to be halt but John seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll take in to catch 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 blond junior 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 Lapplander 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 heed ? ``

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

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

She played with her titties and spread her legs. The camera angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her heart-to-heart thighs.

'' Suzie 's pretty dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my girl you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a fucking slut. She 'll fuck anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingerbreadth rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her fingers went between the lips of her puss. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her slit. I could see the glistening juices on her finger's breadth. 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 cunt ? You want to sample ? 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 blind as a heavy cock went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the television camera and now the angle was from her head of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw privy 's grimace for the first time.

John was showing me a video of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as whoremonger pounded Suzie until he was about to cum and then he pulled out and I saw his cum pulsing out of his tool onto Suzie 's sweet tits. And ... scene.

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

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

'' You do n't ? ``

'' Not right now. ``

I was evasive. I 'd had a girl who gave me hand-jobs and let me finger her pussy, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me make out them. I was still a Virgin in that department.

'' OK well that was a little display for you. Now let 's get shaving. '' he smiled.

He had his own en retinue and he said he 'd look in the exhibitor. Even though we 'd used communal showers at school day, it felt odd to get undressed in his bedroom with him next room access. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy bathroom and stepped into the rain shower. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped ripe back out, but he said not to occupy, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' seminal fluid on, let 's get the last of your hair off. ``

I stood under the water with my eyes closed and felt bathroom soaping my chest.

'' There 's nada there, John. '' I said.

'' I know, he-goat. I just ... ''

His custody moves over my pectoralis. 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 know .. ''

He went to his genu and his bridge player went to my ramification. The grievous bodily harm made it slowly for him to find the few stray haircloth and he gently shaved them off. His touch made me enkindle. I was set up to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John Lackland. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

His hand reached up and he hooked the front of my swimming costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his peter was semi-hard. My pubis were exposed and the thenar of his hand brushed against my own hardening tool. I needed to get out of there.

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

'' I could do it for you, Billy. 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 give 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 unruffled and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the battlefront of my briefs. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my back to him to hide my hard-on. 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 pull in 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 feel his eyes on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, no-count truncheon. I guess I slapped your ass a lilliputian harder than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your cheek. It was supposed to be a favorable pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't want to yammer about it. Horseplay the showers was nothing new.

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

'' It 'll make it find 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 bath. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my stage, covering them with a soothe salve, from my articulatio talocruralis to the tops of my thighs.

He made me operose. My naked tough 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 possess to wait. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and ram me.

It was lull 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 apart you a hidden, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, lavatory. You can trust me. I 'd never secern. ``

'' I like you. ``

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

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

'' I like you too, John. ``

'' I like fille, Billy. You know that, right ? ``

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

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

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

'' I 'm no-account about in the beginning. Making you uncomfortable ... ''

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

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

'' No John. I 'm cool. ``

We said arrivederci 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 feature been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My hero, John Lackland. And his touch. Feeling his bridge player on my eubstance. Running up my legs. And his turncock. I was thinking about Saint John 's cock. 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 legs 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 St. John. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

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

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

What would he sustain done ? Would I have wanted him to hold on ?

I knew I would n't block off him next sentence. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

Thought of his helping hand touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my venter and lifted my ass up as I stroked my set cock.

I imagined John the Evangelist watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my stage ... fucking my ass.

John. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to delight him. turn over 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 house I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' Will you help me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved lastly night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

'' Yes lavatory, like you do. But I like you too, Saint John the Apostle. Sir Thomas More than just a friend. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to delight you. ``

He held me in his hard arms. I hugged him back. He leaned his foreland 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 admit it to myself. I had a crushed leather on him. I wanted him to want me. And he did.

I melted in his weapon system as his lingua entered my mouth. Kissing me surd 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 legs and Saint John the Apostle nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his tool rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my legs and lifted them up so he was rubbing his stopcock against the base of my intemperate hammer and I felt his distance against my ass.

With one deal still holding me, St. John started trying to rend off my t-shirt.

It was never going to lick. We broke unblock and stood on either side of meat of his bed. Watching each former as we both got naked as quickly as possible.

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

My hand went to grip his stiff member. Oh nirvana. I was stroking him and felt his hired man on me. We were kneeling, facing each former and our turncock 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 Lackland ? '' I asked.

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

Leaning over his lap. Holding his dick in my hired man, I lowered my head and took his beautiful penis into my mouth. It was heavy and rubbery and wonderful.

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

With one bridge player 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 out balls.

All the patch, my brim were wrapped around his hard meat, spit exploring the distance, tracing the flange of his engorge helmet.

Sucking.

whoremonger stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my back. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something faulty, John the Evangelist ? ``

'' No truncheon you 're rattling. I do n't want to cum in your oral cavity though. ``

'' I would n't heed. ``

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, King John. I want your prick. I want to present my ass to you. ``

I spread my legs. My heavy cock was resting up on my belly but my bridge player went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to exhibit Saint John what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lube onto his rooster. Shining, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his finger's breadth 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's breadth felt big, but I liked it. When the instant one joined it, I winced a little and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, Billy, I do n't desire to pain you. ``

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

I grabbed the backs of my knees 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 instant one now. '' I told him.

Felt a instant fingerbreadth going up inside me. Relaxed and began to enjoy it. Really delight it.

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

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

'' You 're sure ? I do n't desire to hurt you, my darling boy. ``

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

I let go of my wooden leg and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore gear up to conduct 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 hard dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His hammer was fatter than the two finger's breadth that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't deal. The bit I felt the school principal of his pecker Begin to move into me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my lips and pressed my oral fissure on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his integral length sideslip into my bottom.

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

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

I was proficient than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his tough cock splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful stopcock 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, St. John the Apostle. But no girl will ever be able to make me palpate like this. Your tool is antic. ass me John. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to make me cum, John. You 'll take in me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm finish too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my trap. Rubbing my cock 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 slam out and covered my belly and St. John the Apostle '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 John cum before in the movie with Suzie, but this felt like he was cumming twice as long.

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

I met his every trend. In complete melody with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. flavour and loving every bit of his manic fucking of my Virgo the Virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his seed into me until I felt it trickling round his shaft and down the crack 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 hands traced up from his neck to view as his head.

'' Oh whoremonger. That was so safe. You cock is so in force. I love how it feels. I can feel 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 happy. ``

And I remained happy for the whole of my Jnr 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 bum. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his marvelous personality and our wonderful bond certificate as well as feeling the wonderful sensation of having my cock buried in his rattling ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from metre to time and screw. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's thirty years later and we are both happily married now, but once a twelvemonth 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 other 's mind out for two days .