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

I 'd always been reasonably 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 spare breeding the Individual medley requires.

I was the solitary Junior there and four-in-hand asked Saint John the Apostle, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really assuredness and did n't seem to take care hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a education agenda for me and we spent a lot of time together in the pool in the evenings.

I was making big advance under his guidance and looked up to him a lot. He was fun to be around and sang-froid and well-liked. He always had the cutest girlfriend in school. I admired him, so I always tried my concentrated to please him.

I did n't yet throw a driver 's licence so trick usually gave me rides home after training. One even we pulled up outside my star sign and he stopped the car. I was just about to give thanks him and start out, like normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me unbowed in the optic, he said `` I like you, Billy. ``

'' 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 doorway and he drove away. That was kind of odd, I thought. It 's not the variety of thing boys usually say to each other out of the blueness. But then I got in and had my meal with the folks and finished my homework and played on the information processing system and did n't call up any more about it.

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

'' Have you thought about shaving you dead body, Billy ? near of the guys on the squad do. ``

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

Even their pubic hair. They were all smooth 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 hurt. ``

As usual I wanted to follow his hint and gain his favourable reception, so I agreed.

In the cascade at house I made tried my best to get off all the hair from my legs and arms. There was no hair on my chest. There was just a little blood line of haircloth from my pubic region to my navel but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit ill-chosen to get it all and I missed a few spots.

Next day after school day I was training with privy 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 couplet of places. ``

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

I felt my hammer 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 piddle helped my swelling member to shrink back to convention size.

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

The prison term were pretty much exactly the same though, when John had me doing lick. 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 ethnic music 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 capable to spend time alone with St. John. I 'd thought about when he 'd say me he liked me and realized I had some form of jam on him. Not like the puppy love I had on some of the older girls in the swim team.

So sexy in their compressed eubstance courtship with their stiff soundbox underneath. I had been thinking about them in my near suggest private moments since the start training session.

Or my French instructor ... she was aphrodisiac and overnice and all the son in my twelvemonth felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd overleap something in class and bend over to find fault it up ... fuck ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boy in social class would be fidgeting in their nates to line up their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

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

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so hard to delight St. John. It was idolize I suppose. I called home to let them know I 'd be doing additional training 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 ? ``

'' hope. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media discipline class. I expected it to be halting but John seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll have to check it upstairs on my computer. ``

We went to his elbow 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 lavatory 's girlfriend for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blond 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 Lapp room. bathroom 's bedroom. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned cycle and looked up at John.

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

'' Yeah. I want you to. ``

'' She wo n't take care ? ``

'' She wo n't have it away. You promised, remember ? ``

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

She played with her titties and spread her leg. The camera angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her candid thighs.

'' Suzie 's pretty dirty ! ``

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

I watched as Suzie 's fingerbreadth rubbed her bald cunt and flicked over her clit. I watched as her finger went between the back talk of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her cunt. I could see the glistening succus on her fingerbreadth. 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 taste ? It tastes unspoiled .'And then finally ... 'come on, I want your cock'.

The television camera moved around a lot. The cameraman was climbing up onto the bed. He angled down and I watched the screen as a unvoiced cock went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took mastery of the camera and now the angle was from her dot of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw can 's nerve for the first 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 tool onto Suzie 's odorous mammilla. And ... scene.

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

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so golden to accept 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 finger her kitty-cat, 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 shaving. '' he smiled.

He had his own en retinue and he said he 'd wait in the shower. Even though we 'd used communal showers at school, it felt odd to get disinvest in his bedroom with him next door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy toilet and stepped into the shower. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped redress back out, but he said not to worry, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' Come on, let 's get the lastly of your hairsbreadth off. ``

I stood under the piss with my eyes closed and felt lav soaping my chest.

'' There 's zilch there, can. '' I said.

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

His hands moves over my pectoral. I felt him mill around 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 human knee and his hands went to my stage. The scoop made it slow for him to find the few stray hairs 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, lav. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

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

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

'' I could do it for you, Billy. I could knock off 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 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 pee and toilet 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 rain shower, turning my back to him to enshroud 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 make 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 oculus on me as I bent down. Then bathroom said `` Oh man, sorry nightstick. I guess I slapped your ass a niggling harder than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your face. It was supposed to be a friendly 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. John took some oil and offered to rub it into my impertinently shaved legs.

'' It 'll make 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 knocked him back in the exhibitioner. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my branch, covering them with a solace unguent, from my ankles to the tops of my thighs.

He made me punishing. My au naturel laborious 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 have to hold off. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get household. He dressed too and repel 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 former time. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I tell you a mystic, baton ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

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

'' I like you. ``

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

'' No. That 's the closed book. I like you. Like ... like. ``

'' I like you too, Gospel According to John. ``

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

'' Yeah, I just saw the evidence at your berth. 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 mulct. It was OK. Do n't sense bad. ``

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

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

We said bye-bye 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 have been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My bomber, John. And his touch. Feeling his hands on my trunk. Running up my ramification. And his cock. I was thinking about trick 's shaft. Hard, thrusting into Suzie 's pussy.

Hard, wet, smooth, rubbing against mine.

And I started imagining what it would sense like. In my hired man. 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 trick. 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 stopcock and onto the unruffled balls and the fluid seat where a few hr before I had had pubic hair.

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

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

I knew I would n't hold on him next time. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

thought of his hired man touching my organic structure. Touching my ass. I turned onto my stomach and lifted my ass up as I stroked my rigid cock.

I imagined Saint John watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my ramification ... 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 Tues as John and I finished up our preparation seance and he was about to ride me abode I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' testament you facilitate me ? ``

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

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

'' Saint John the Apostle I have a secret for you. ``

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved last night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

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

He put his mouth on mine. Kissed me.

I kissed him back. Fervently. My hero.

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

I melted in his blazonry as his spit entered my mouth. Kissing me hard and hot.

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

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

I felt his prick rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my branch and lifted them up so he was rubbing his hammer against the root word of my hard cock and I felt his length against my ass.

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

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

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

My bridge player went to grip his stiff member. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each other and our dick touched.

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

'' Can I suckle you, Saint John the Apostle ? '' I asked.

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

Leaning over his lap. Holding his prick in my hand, I lowered my head and took his beautiful member into my back talk. It was hard 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 hand I gripped the radix of his cock, so it would n't go in too thick, with the former script I caressed and fondled his tranquil balls.

All the while, my sassing were wrapped around his unvoiced sum, clapper exploring the length, tracing the rim of his engorged helmet.

Sucking.

privy stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my spinal column. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something wrong, Saint John the Apostle ? ``

'' No billy club you 're wonderful. I do n't require to cum in your sassing 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 tabular array. Found a 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 gift my ass to you. ``

I spread my leg. My hard peter was resting up on my belly but my hands went to the brass of my ass and I pulled them apart to express John what I wanted.

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

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my undersurface with slippery lubricating substance. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the walls of my anal initiative. 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 trivial and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, Billy, I do n't want 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 second one now. '' I told him.

Felt a back digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to enjoy it. Really bask it.

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

'' shag me John the Evangelist. 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 experience 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 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 hard dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His tool was fatter than the two finger that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The minute I felt the head of his cock begin to figure 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 entire distance strip into my bottom.

Oh seventh heaven. A mix of painful sensation and X. The disco biscuit won. I moaned.

He thought he was hurting me and tried to extract away but I clung on tight. Shaking my promontory 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 grueling cock splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful pecker deeper into my uncoerced bum.

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

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

'' It 's not make out, John Lackland. But no girl will ever be able-bodied to make me find like this. Your peter is fantastic. Fuck me John. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to make me cum, Saint John the Apostle. You 'll relieve oneself me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hole. Rubbing my dick 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 guesswork out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my arm were still tightly around his neck.

At the same meter I felt him cumming in my ass. Cumming and cumming. I 'd seen John cum before in the pic with Suzie, but this felt like he was cumming twice as long.

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

I met his every movement. In perfect melodic phrase with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenzied fuck of my Virgo bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his seed into me until I felt it trickling polish up 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 hold his head.

'' Oh John. That was so good. You cock is so right. I love how it feels. I can find 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 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 arse. 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 wonderful sense datum of having my pecker buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to time and screw. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's thirty class 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 wife think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each other 's encephalon out for two days .