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

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

Everyone made me welcome because cipher else relished the extra training the mortal potpourri requires.

I was the only Jr there and carriage asked john, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really cool and did n't seem to mind hanging with a immature mate. He set up a training agenda for me and we spent a lot of time together in the syndicate 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 girl in school. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

I did n't yet let a device driver 's licence so John usually gave me rides abode after training. One eve we pulled up outside my house and he stopped the car. I was just about to give thanks him and jump out, like normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

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

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

I opened the car doorway and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the threshold and he drove away. That was variety 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 ethnic music and finished my homework and played on the computer and did n't think any more about it.

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

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

I knew that top bather shave their hair for the sake of upper and I 'd noticed in the exhibitor 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 guess I need to, John ? ``

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

As usual I wanted to follow his suggestions and make his approval, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made stress 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 line of hair's-breadth from my loins to my navel but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit awkward to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

'' safe job, billystick. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

'' Oh but I think you missed a brace 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 water so he would n't see. The tank weewee helped my swelling member to reduce back to normal size.

Now I was able to feel the water supply across my fluent skin. It was very carnal. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The metre were pretty very much exactly the Same though, when John had me doing lap. 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 phratry think it was weird ? ``

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

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

I was pleased to be able-bodied to drop time alone with John. I 'd thought about when he 'd severalise 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 girlfriend in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight body suits with their tight torso underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate buck private minute since the low gear training session.

Or my French teacher ... she was sexy and overnice and all the boys in my yr felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd drop something in class and turn over to nibble it up ... fucking ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their hind end to aline their hardons. No way she did n't bang it.

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

And I was improving with my swim because I tried so backbreaking to please John. It was revere I suppose. I called home to let them acknowledge I 'd be doing extra training and John Lackland drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a secret ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for culture medium studies family. I expected it to be crippled but trick seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll feature to learn it upstairs on my estimator. ``

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 the Apostle 's lady friend for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blond Jr 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 bedchamber. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned round of golf 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, recollect ? ``

I turned back and watched Suzie get nude and lay back on lav 's bed.

She played with her bosom and spread her wooden leg. The television camera angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her open thighs.

'' Suzie 's moderately dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my lady friend you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a make love jade. She 'll fuck anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's digit rubbed her bald pussycat and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her fingerbreadth went between the lips of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her finger going into her snatch. I could see the glistening juice on her digit. Then she took those fingers and put them in her lip, sucking them. Tasting herself.

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

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the camera and now the angle was from her degree of thought. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's face for the get-go time.

St. John the Apostle was showing me a television 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 sweetness tit. And ... scene.

When the motion-picture show ended I just sat there in silence for a minute.

'' shtup ! That was hot. You 're so favorable to give a girl 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 thumb her twat, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me get it on 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 schooling, it felt odd to get undressed in his sleeping room with him next door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the randy bathroom and stepped into the shower. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped right back out, but he said not to worry, he was just finished shaving himself.

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

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

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

'' I know, truncheon. I just ... ''

His hand moves over my pectoral. I felt him mess about on my tit. It felt gracious, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' whoremonger ... ''

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

He went to his stifle and his helping hand went to my peg. The soap made it easy for him to bump 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, John. ``

But then Gospel According to John asked `` what about the repose ? ``

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

'' You know. ``

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

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

'' 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 pee and St. 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 rain shower, turning my rachis to him to enshroud my erection. Although he was obviously cognisant 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 pee luminousness of me rebuffing his pass.

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

I was toweling myself dry and had to slew down my speedos. I could palpate his centre on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, no-good Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a little 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 require to squeak about it. Horseplay the cascade was zippo new.

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

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

I do n't make out why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd knocked him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his deal roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing unguent, from my articulatio talocruralis to the teetotum of my thighs.

He made me punishing. My bare hard hammer was there for him. And he looked at it but never touched it.

Now I wanted him to, or I wanted to concern it myself, but that would stimulate to wait. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home plate. He dressed too and drove 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 clip. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I secernate you a hidden, billy club ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, John. 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, whoremonger. ``

'' I like lady friend, billystick. You know that, right ? ``

'' Yeah, I just saw the grounds at your lieu. I do too. ``

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

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

'' I 'm sad 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 arrivederci and I went inside. That nighttime 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 deliver been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about St. John the Apostle. My hero, King John. And his touch. Feeling his bridge player on my body. Running up my legs. 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 helping hand. In my mouth. Would King 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 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 distance of my shaft and onto the smooth balls and the tranquil spot where a few hr before I had had pubic hair.

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

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

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

Thought of his manpower touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my abdomen and lifted my ass up as I stroked my stiff cock.

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

John. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to please him. leave myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next calendar week came along and on Tuesday as John and I finished up our breeding session and he was about to drive me family I asked him ...

'' john, do you think it 's metre for another shave ? ``

He understood.

'' Yes, yes, he-goat. It could be. ``

'' testament you help me ? ``

'' Oh yes, billystick. I would know to. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved live Nox. ``

'' So .... ''

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

'' Oh he-goat. But you like daughter, do n't you ? '' ...

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his solid weaponry. 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 allow in it to myself. I had a crush on him. I wanted him to want me. And he did.

I melted in his arm as his tongue entered my mouth. Kissing me strong 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 legs and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his rooster rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my wooden leg and lifted them up so he was rubbing his cock against the base of my concentrated peter and I felt his length against my ass.

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

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

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

My hand went to spellbind his cockeyed extremity. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his deal 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, bathroom ? '' 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 helping hand, I lowered my promontory and took his beautiful penis into my rima oris. It was hard and rubbery and wonderful.

I felt his bridge player on my brain and he encouraged me sucking. Guiding me to a pace he liked.

With one handwriting I gripped the pedestal of his cock, so it would n't go in too deep, with the other script I caressed and fondled his smooth balls.

All the while, my back talk were wrapped around his knockout gist, tongue exploring the length, tracing the flange of his binge helmet.

Sucking.

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

'' No he-goat you 're wonderful. I do n't want to cum in your mouth though. ``

'' I would n't listen. ``

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 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, John. I want your cock. I want to pass on my ass to you. ``

I spread my stage. My difficult hammer was resting up on my belly but my paw went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to shew John the Evangelist what I wanted.

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

And he bent down and his finger found my anus. Covering my can with slippery lubricant. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the walls of my anal chess 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 anguish you. ``

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

I grabbed the book binding of my human knee 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 secondment digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to savor it. Really savor it.

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

'' piece of tail me John. I want it. ``

'' You 're for certain ? I do n't need to offend 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 set to take on a cock. He pulled his fingers 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 clenched fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His cock was fertile than the two fingers that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The present moment I felt the brain of his pecker begin to enter me I reached up and put my weapon around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my brim and pressed my mouth on his. At the same sentence I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length slip into my bottom.

Oh bliss. A mix of botheration and exaltation. The transport 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 better than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his hard cock splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his rattling peter deeper into my willing bum.

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

Now I knew what this crushed leather was. I felt the Lapp way.

'' It 's not love, John. But no fille will ever be able to make me feel like this. Your cock is terrific. fuck me trick. Cum in me. ``

He increased his tempo and, since he 'd lowered himself onto me, my cock 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 stool me cum, John Lackland. You 'll take me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my yap. Rubbing my cock between us.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

And then I felt him tense up 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 shot out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my arms were still tightly around his neck.

At the like 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 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 stopcock. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenzied ass of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his seed into me until I felt it trickling round his light beam 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 hand traced up from his neck to go for his head.

'' Oh John. That was so upright. You cock is so good. I love how it feels. I can feel you in my ass. I can palpate 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 glad 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 freighter. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our howling chemical bond as well as feeling the grand sensation of having my hammer buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from meter to time and fuck. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's thirty geezerhood 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 mastermind out for two days .