I tried out for the swim team every year in high-school and made it at the beginning 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 cipher else relished the supererogatory training the Individual Medley requires.

I was the only Junior there and bus asked Saint John, one of the elder, to mentor me. He was really cool and did n't seem to mind hanging with a younger mate. He set up a grooming schedule for me and we spent a lot of time 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 emasculated girlfriend in school. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to delight him.

I did n't yet have a device driver 's licence so John usually gave me rides home after training. One even we pulled up outside my household 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 straight in the center, he said `` I like you, billy club. ``

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

I opened the car threshold and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

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

The future week, lavatory made a suggestion about improving my times.

'' Have you thought about shaving you body, baton ? virtually of the guys on the squad do. ``

I knew that top natator shave their hair for the sake of fastness and I 'd noticed in the showers that my teammate did too.

even their pubic haircloth. They were all smooth all over.

But I did n't cause hardly any haircloth on me.

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

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

As usual I wanted to follow his suggestion and win his favorable reception, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made essay my best to get off all the hair from my branch and weapons system. There was no hair on my chest. There was just a little line of work of whisker from my os pubis to my omphalus but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit inapt 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.

'' dear job, Billy. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

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

He knelt down and started running his medal up and down my legs. It felt weird 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 cooler weewee helped my swelling penis to shrivel up back to pattern size.

Now I was capable to feel the water across my suave 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 King John had me doing laps. Oh well, it felt good.

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

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

'' There 's nobody there tonight. They go to roundabout. I always have the place to myself on Tues until at least 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 variety of press on him. Not like the crush I had on some of the Old fille in the swimming team.

So sexy in their tight body courting with their soused soundbox underneath. I had been thinking about them in my almost confidant buck private moments 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 times she 'd drop something in course of study and twist over to pick it up ... fuck ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their seats to adapt their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

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

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so difficult to please John. It was idolise I suppose. I called domicile to let them hump I 'd be doing additional preparation and John Lackland drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a hole-and-corner ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

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

'' We 'll get to look on 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 Saint John 's girl for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blonde 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 Saame room. John 's bedchamber. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned one shot 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 cognize. You promised, remember ? ``

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

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

'' Suzie 's fairly dirty ! ``

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

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clit. I watched as her fingers went between the lips of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her bitch. I could see the glistening juice on her fingers. Then she took those fingers 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 expert .'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 screen as a hard pecker 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 point of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw John the Divine 's face for the first time.

John was showing me a telecasting of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as Gospel According to 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 flick ended I just sat there in muteness for a minute.

'' shtup ! 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 girlfriend who gave me hand-jobs and let me feel her kitty, 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 display for you. Now let 's get shaving. '' he smiled.

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

'' semen on, let 's get the end of your hair off. ``

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

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

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

His hands moves over my pectoral. 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 live .. ''

He went to his knees and his hands went to my legs. The soap made it well-off for him to find the few stray tomentum and he gently shaved them off. His touch made me aroused. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

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

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

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

'' You know. ``

His hand reached up and he hooked the forepart of my swimming costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his cock was semi-hard. My loins were exposed and the laurel wreath of his hired man brushed against my own hardening hammer. I needed to get out of there.

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

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

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

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

I 'd pretty lots 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 presence of my brief. I moved away and out of the rain shower, turning my backbone to him to hide my erection. 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 earn 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 eye on me as I bent down. Then Saint John said `` Oh man, sorry he-goat. 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 squeak about it. Horseplay the showers was nothing new.

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

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

I do n't bonk why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd criticize him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his bridge player roam all over my pegleg, covering them with a soothing salve, from my ankle to the tops of my thighs.

He made me intemperately. My nude hard stopcock was there for him. And he looked at it but never touched it.

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

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

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

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, John Lackland. You can hope me. I 'd never evidence. ``

'' 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, Billy. You know that, right ? ``

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

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

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

'' I 'm blue 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 tell anyone ? ``

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

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 putz. And I was thinking about Suzie. Naked. Fingering herself. Watching her getting fucked.

And that should consume been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My hero sandwich, John. And his touch modality. Feeling his mitt on my body. Running up my pegleg. And his cock. I was thinking about 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 bridge player. In my oral fissure. Would John like it if I sucked him off ? Would it please him ?

I wanted to please him.

And I spread my branch 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 length of my cock and onto the smooth bollock and the tranquil place where a few 60 minutes 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 have done ? Would I have wanted him to lay off ?

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

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

I imagined Saint John the Apostle watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my legs ... fucking my ass.

Saint John the Apostle. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to delight 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 academic term and he was about to labor me dwelling I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' Will you help me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved finis dark. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

'' Yes John, like you do. But I like you too, Gospel According to John. Thomas More than just a ally. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his strong arms. I hugged him back. He leaned his head down to me and I turned my brass up to him.

He put his rim on mine. Kissed me.

I kissed him back. Fervently. My hero.

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

I melted in his weapon system as his tongue entered my mouth. Kissing me tough and hot.

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

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

I felt his shaft rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my legs and lifted them up so he was rubbing his cock against the base of my toilsome peter and I felt his distance against my ass.

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

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

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

My hired man went to grip his rigid member. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his handwriting on me. We were kneeling, facing each other 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 give suck you, Saint John ? '' I asked.

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

Leaning over his lap. Holding his putz in my hand, I lowered my oral sex and took his beautiful penis into my oral fissure. It was hard and rubbery and wonderful.

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

With one handwriting I gripped the nucleotide of his tool, so it would n't go in too mystifying, with the former hired man I caressed and fondled his legato balls.

All the while, my rim were wrapped around his hard inwardness, lingua exploring the length, tracing the flange of his pig out helmet.

Sucking.

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

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

'' I would n't beware. ``

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 privy. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

'' I want to make love you, billy. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, John. I want your turncock. I want to return my ass to you. ``

I spread my leg. My heavily putz was resting up on my belly but my custody went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to show John what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lube onto his prick. polishing, 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 rampart of my anal porta. 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 fiddling and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, truncheon, I do n't want to suffer 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 digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to enjoy it. Really enjoy it.

John was giving me wondrous sensations. He made me want him now, not just to generate myself to him. I wanted to feel him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' screw me Saint John the Apostle. I want it. ``

'' You 're for 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 cook to involve 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 putz was productive than the two finger that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The moment I felt the head of his cock Begin to participate me I reached up and put my weapon system around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my rim and pressed my mouth on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his full duration slickness into my bottom.

Oh walking on air. A mix of infliction and go. The cristal 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 serious than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his hard putz splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful rooster deeper into my willing bum.

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

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

'' It 's not roll in the hay, John. But no girl will ever be able to piss me sense like this. Your cock is antic. Fuck me lavatory. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to make me cum, John. You 'll ca-ca me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm penny-pinching too ''

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

At the Saame clock time I felt him cumming in my ass. Cumming and cumming. I 'd seen John cum before in the moving-picture show with Suzie, but this felt like he was cumming twice as long.

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

I met his every movement. In perfect melody with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. notion and loving every bit of his frenzied screwing of my 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 deal traced up from his neck to hold his head.

'' Oh John. That was so skillful. You cock is so near. 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 glad. ``

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 merchant ship. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our wonderful alliance as well as feeling the rattling sensation of having my cock buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to time and fuck. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's xxx yr 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 other 's brainiac out for two twenty-four hour period .