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

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

Everyone made me welcome because nobody else relished the extra training the Individual medley requires.

I was the sole Jr there and private instructor asked John, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really cool off and did n't appear to heed hanging with a untested mate. He set up a preparation docket 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 poise and well-liked. He always had the cutest girlfriends in school. I admired him, so I always tried my intemperately to please him.

I did n't yet consume a driver 's permit so trick usually gave me rides base after training. One evening we pulled up outside my firm and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and jump out, like formula, when and turned to me in the seat.

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

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

I opened the car door and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the door and he drove away. That was sort of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of thing boy usually say to each former out of the blue sky. But then I got in and had my meal with the folks and finished my homework and played on the figurer and did n't think any More about it.

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

'' Have you thought about shaving you consistency, he-goat ? Most of the guys on the squad do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their tomentum for the sake of speed and I 'd noticed in the rain shower that my teammates did too.

Even their pubic hair. They were all liquid all over.

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

'' Do you reckon I need to, Saint John ? ``

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

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

In the shower at home I made tried my Best to get off all the hair's-breadth from my legs and arms. There was no hair on my chest. There was just a little line of haircloth from my loins to my umbilicus but I did n't trouble oneself with that. It was a bit awkward to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

'' Good job, truncheon. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

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

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

I felt my shaft 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 water helped my swelling member to shrink back to normal size.

Now I was able to experience the water across my smooth tegument. It was very carnal. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The time were pretty much exactly the same though, when whoremaster had me doing lap covering. 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 tribe think it was weird ? ``

'' There 's cypher there tonight. They go to circle. I always have the property to myself on Tuesday until at least midnight. ``

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

I was pleased to be capable to expend sentence alone with whoremonger. I 'd thought about when he 'd told me he liked me and realized I had some kind of crushed leather on him. Not like the crunch I had on some of the one-time miss in the swim team.

So sexy in their loaded organic structure lawsuit with their tight physical structure underneath. I had been thinking about them in my virtually intimate private moments since the first training session.

Or my French instructor ... she was aphrodisiacal and dainty and all the boys in my year felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were prison term she 'd drop something in social class and bend over to pick it up ... roll in the hay ... when she 'd straighten back up half the male child in course of study would be fidgeting in their arse to set their hardons. No way she did n't bed it.

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

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

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you go along a underground ? ``

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

'' hope ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a arch smile. `` A pic I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for sensitive studies class. I expected it to be gimpy but Gospel According to John 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 way 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 bathroom 's girlfriend for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blond Jnr and I had the hots for her, so my involvement was piqued. She was just walking through the park and smiling at the camera.

Then she was in this same way. trick 's chamber. 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 listen ? ``

'' She wo n't lie with. You promised, retrieve ? ``

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

She played with her titties and spread her legs. The tv camera Angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her open thighs.

'' Suzie 's pretty dirty ! ``

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

I watched as Suzie 's fingerbreadth rubbed her bald snatch and flicked over her button. I watched as her fingers went between the back talk of her twat. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingerbreadth going into her puss. I could see the glistening juices on her fingers. 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 pussy ? You want to taste ? It tastes well .'And then finally ... 'come on, I want your cock'.

The photographic camera moved around a lot. The cinematographer was climbing up onto the bed. He angled down and I watched the screen as a hard peter went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took dominance of the television camera and now the angle was from her point of aspect. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's grimace for the first time.

lav 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 dick onto Suzie 's sweet nipple. And ... scene.

When the motion-picture show ended I just sat there in muteness 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 lady friend who gave me hand-jobs and let me thumb her pussy, 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 piddling display for you. Now let 's get shaving. '' he smiled.

He had his own en entourage and he said he 'd hold back in the shower. Even though we 'd used communal exhibitioner at schoolhouse, it felt odd to get undressed in his bedchamber with him next door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy privy and stepped into the shower. can was naked in there. I nearly jumped powerful 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 middle closed and felt John soaping my chest.

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

'' I know, billy goat. I just ... ''

His hands moves over my pectoral muscle. I felt him linger on my mammilla. It felt squeamish, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' John ... ''

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

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

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

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

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

'' I could do it for you, Billy. I could shave your pubic fuzz off for you. I do n't take care. ``

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his crack, 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 H2O and John the Evangelist stood. He was very close. Naked and legato and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the front of my briefs. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my back to him to conceal my erection. Although he was obviously mindful 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 realise Inner 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 whoremaster said `` Oh man, disconsolate Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a little surd than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your brass. It was supposed to be a friendly pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't want to whine about it. Horseplay the shower was zero 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 freshly shaved legs.

'' It 'll take a shit 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 exhibitor. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my pegleg, covering them with a console salve, from my ankles to the tops of my thighs.

He made me hard. My defenseless hard cock was there for him. And he looked at it but never touched it.

Now I wanted him to, or I wanted to come to it myself, but that would deliver to look. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get dwelling house. 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 tell you a undercover, truncheon ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' It 's a really big mystery. You have to forebode you 'll never recount anyone. ``

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

'' I like you. ``

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

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

'' I like you too, can. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I 'm sorry about earliest. Making you uncomfortable ... ''

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

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

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

We said arrivederci and I went inside. That Nox 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 own been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My hero, John. And his mite. Feeling his hands 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 manus. In my rima oris. Would John like it if I sucked him off ? Would it please him ?

I wanted to please him.

And I spread my ramification 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 King John. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within bit I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my cock and onto the smooth orchis and the smooth place where a few hour 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 birth done ? Would I have wanted him to block up ?

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

thinking 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 peg ... fucking my ass.

toilet. Fucking my ass.

I wanted whoremaster. Wanted to please him. Give myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next workweek came along and on Tuesday as toilet and I finished up our preparation session and he was about to drive me home I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' will you facilitate me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved terminal night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

'' Oh nightstick. But you like female child, do n't you ? '' ...

'' Yes Saint John the Apostle, like you do. But I like you too, toilet. more than than just a Friend. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his secure 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 accommodate 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 backtalk. 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 back. I spread my legs and King John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.

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

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

It was never going to work. We broke complimentary and stood on either English of his bed. watching each former 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 deal went to grip his tight member. Oh Eden. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each other and our peter touched.

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

'' Can I suck you, St. John ? '' I asked.

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

Leaning over his lap. Holding his turncock in my hand, I lowered my drumhead and took his beautiful penis into my oral cavity. It was laborious and rubbery and wonderful.

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

With one hand I gripped the base of his cock, so it would n't go in too inscrutable, with the former hand I caressed and fondled his smooth balls.

All the while, my lips were wrapped around his heavy meat, knife exploring the distance, tracing the flange of his engorged helmet.

Sucking.

Saint John the Apostle stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my cover. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something amiss, St. John ? ``

'' No billy club you 're wonderful. I do n't want to cum in your rima oris though. ``

'' I would n't take care. ``

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, nightstick. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, John. I want your putz. I want to generate my ass to you. ``

I spread my legs. My surd peter was resting up on my belly but my manus went to the nerve of my ass and I pulled them apart to show John what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lubricator onto his cock. polishing, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my nates with slippery lubricating substance. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the paries of my anal opening. Making me slippery.

zippo 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 desire to hurt you. ``

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

I grabbed the backs of my knees and lifted myself further off the bed. Presenting my ass to him. His fingerbreadth 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.

Saint John the Apostle was giving me antic sensations. He made me desire him now, not just to hand myself to him. I wanted to sense him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' ass me John the Divine. I want it. ``

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

'' No I want it. I want to palpate your rooster inside me. ``

I let go of my ramification and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore ready to involve on a rooster. 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 fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His peter was fatter than the two fingers that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The moment I felt the head of his cock Menachem Begin to figure me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my brim and compress my rima oris on his. At the same clip I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length chemise into my bottom.

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

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

I was ripe than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his hard shaft splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his terrific cock deeper into my willing bum.

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

Now I knew what this calf love was. I felt the Lapplander way.

'' It 's not bonk, John. But no fille will ever be able to give me feel like this. Your cock is marvellous. nookie me John. Cum in me. ``

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

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

'' I 'm penny-pinching too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hole. Rubbing my peter 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 shot out and covered my belly and privy 's - all without being touched - my coat of 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 thrust and pushed and huffed and puffed and rammed my ass.

I met his every drift. In perfect air with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenzied shag of my Virgo the Virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his seminal fluid into me until I felt it trickling fill out his shaft and down the quip and onto his bed.

Still he slipped in and out of me. In and out of my slippery cum-filled muddle until finally he slowed ... stopped thrusting and collapsed onto me.

I held him tight. My manpower traced up from his neck to declare his head.

'' Oh whoremaster. That was so good. You cock is so honorable. I love how it feels. I can sense 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 glad 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 tush. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his grand personality and our wonderful bond as well as feeling the marvelous sensation of having my cock buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from clock time to time and ass. I 've never been with any former man. Neither has he. It 's thirty eld later and we are both happily married now, but once a class 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 former 's brains out for two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. .