I tried out for the swimming team every yr in high-school and made it at the first 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 receive because nobody else relished the extra training the Individual pastiche requires.

I was the only Junior there and coach asked John, one of the elder, to mentor me. He was really chill and did n't seem to beware hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a preparation schedule for me and we spent a lot of time together in the pool in the evenings.

I was making big improvement under his counselling 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 schooltime. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to delight him.

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

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

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

I opened the car room access 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 boys usually say to each other out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the kinfolk and finished my homework and played on the computer and did n't cerebrate any More about it.

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

'' Have you thought about shaving you organic structure, Billy ? Most of the guy rope on the team do. ``

I knew that top bather shave their hair for the sake of speeding and I 'd noticed in the showers that my teammates did too.

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

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to succeed his suggestions and gain his approving, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made seek my upright to get off all the hair's-breadth from my legs and subdivision. There was no fuzz on my chest. There was just a footling seam of hair from my pubes to my navel but I did n't get to with that. It was a bit awkward to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

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

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

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 cock 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 penis to squinch back to rule size.

Now I was able to feel the water across my smooth peel. It was very sultry. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The times were pretty much exactly the Sami though, when John had me doing overlap. 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 cipher there tonight. They go to traffic circle. 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 expend time alone with whoremaster. 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 infatuation I had on some of the older girls in the swim team.

So sexy in their rigorous organic structure wooing with their stiff bodies underneath. I had been thinking about them in my virtually informal secret second since the get-go preparation session.

Or my French people instructor ... she was sexy and nice and all the boy in my yr felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were sentence she 'd drop something in course and bend over to beak it up ... ass ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their behind to set their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

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

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so laborious to please St. John. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called home to let them know 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 John. Absolutely. ``

'' Promise ? ``

'' promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for culture medium subject class. I expected it to be game but whoremonger 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 Gospel According to John 's girl 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 Saame way. John 's bedchamber. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned daily 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, remember ? ``

I turned back and watched Suzie get naked and lay back on can '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 spread out thighs.

'' Suzie 's pretty dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my lady friend you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a make love slut. She 'll roll in the hay anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald kitty-cat and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her fingerbreadth went between the lips of her cunt. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingerbreadth going into her cunt. I could see the glistening succus on her fingers. Then she took those fingers and put them in her oral cavity, sucking them. Tasting herself.

All the while she was asking ... 'do you like that ? Like my pussy ? 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 screen as a hard cock went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took ascendence of the television camera and now the Angle was from her point of panorama. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's nerve for the initiatory time.

John was showing me a video of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as Saint John pounded Suzie until he was about to cum and then he pulled out and I saw his cum pulsing out of his shaft onto Suzie 's sweet 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 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 pussy, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me know them. I was still a Virgo the Virgin in that department.

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

He had his own en rooms and he said he 'd wait in the shower. Even though we 'd used communal shower bath at school day, it felt odd to get undressed in his sleeping accommodation with him next door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy privy and stepped into the cascade. lavatory was naked in there. I nearly jumped right field back out, but he said not to interest, 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 oculus closed and felt John soaping my chest.

'' There 's naught there, St. John the Apostle. '' I said.

'' I know, baton. I just ... ''

His manpower moves over my pecs. I felt him mill about on my nipples. It felt gracious, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' Gospel According to John ... ''

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

He went to his knee and his paw went to my stage. The liquid ecstasy made it easy for him to chance the few stray hair's-breadth and he gently shaved them off. His touch made me aflame. I was quick to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, whoremonger. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

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

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

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

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his whirl, but I had n't had sentence 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 water and John stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the social movement of my Jockey shorts. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my backrest to him to hide out 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 make Light Within of me rebuffing his pass.

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

I was toweling myself dry and had to splay down my speedos. I could finger his middle on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, dingy Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a petty 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 need to whine about it. Horseplay the showers was nothing new.

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

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

I do n't sleep with why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd knocked him back in the exhibitor. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a comfort salve, from my ankles to the acme of my thighs.

He made me backbreaking. My nude operose cock was there for him. And he looked at it but never touched it.

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

It was quieten 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 order you a underground, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, John. You can entrust me. I 'd never severalize. ``

'' I like you. ``

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

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

'' I like you too, lavatory. ``

'' I like girls, Billy. 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 bad about before. Making you uncomfortable ... ''

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

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

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

We said sayonara 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 hammer. 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 lav. My Hero of Alexandria, whoremonger. And his jot. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my legs. And his cock. I was thinking about John 's pecker. 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 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 glob and the shine place where a few hours before I had had pubic hair.

And I was thinking about St. 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 experience done ? Would I have wanted him to stop over ?

I knew I would n't stop over him next clip. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

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

I imagined John watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my pegleg ... fucking my ass.

John. 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 Lackland and I finished up our training session and he was about to drive me home I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' will you help oneself me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved endure night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

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

'' 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 face 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 crush on him. I wanted him to want me. And he did.

I melted in his arms as his tongue entered my sassing. Kissing me intemperately 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 John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his hammer friction mine through our jeans.

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

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

It was never going to operate. We broke rid and stood on either incline of his bed. Watching 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 other on the bed.

My hand went to transfix his cockeyed member. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his mitt on me. We were kneeling, facing each other and our cocks touched.

He took both in his mitt 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.

inclination over his lap. Holding his cock in my hand, I lowered my foreland and took his beautiful penis into my mouth. It was heavily and rubbery and wonderful.

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

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

All the while, my lips were wrapped around his punishing essence, spit exploring the length, tracing the flange of his engorged helmet.

Sucking.

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

'' No nightstick you 're marvelous. 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 privy. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

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

I looked up into his eyes.

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

I spread my legs. My hard cock was resting up on my belly but my hands went to the brass of my ass and I pulled them apart to show john what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lubricator onto his prick. Shining, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his finger found my anus. Covering my bottom with slippery lubricator. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the walls of my anal opening. Making me slippery.

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

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

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

I grabbed the backs of my stifle 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 second one now. '' I told him.

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

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

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

'' You 're sure as shooting ? I do n't need to spite you, my darling boy. ``

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

I let go of my branch and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore ready to take on a cock. He pulled his fingerbreadth out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide second joint. I looked down and watched as he took his hard dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His cock was fatter than the two finger that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The bit I felt the head teacher of his rooster begin to infix me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my mouth and pressed my mouth on his. At the Saami clip I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length slick into my bottom.

Oh bliss. A mix of pain in the ass and ecstasy. The cristal won. I moaned.

He thought he was hurting me and tried to pull 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 hard pecker splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful dick deeper into my uncoerced 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 love, John. But no missy will ever be able to hold me feel like this. Your cock is fantastical. screw me John. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to lay down me cum, John. You 'll make me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hole. Rubbing my stopcock 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 stroke out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my blazonry 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 thrust and pushed and huffed and puffed and rammed my ass.

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

And he filled me with his cum. guess his cum into me until I felt it trickling round his shaft and down the fracture 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 hold his head.

'' Oh John the Divine. That was so trade good. You cock is so good. I love how it feels. I can feel you in my ass. I can find 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 happy for the unit 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 undersurface. 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 marvellous sense datum of having my cock buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from sentence to time and fuck. 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 year 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 brains out for two days .