High-School Moral .


Anal, First-Time, Gay, School
I tried out for the swimming squad every year in high-school and made it at the start 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 extra education the soul potpourri requires.

I was the only when Jr there and handler asked John, one of the senior, to mentor me. He was really chill and did n't appear to heed hanging with a young teammate. He set up a breeding schedule for me and we spent a lot of clock 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 aplomb and well-liked. He always had the cunning girl in school day. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

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

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

'' Uh, thanks, King 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 kind of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of thing male child usually say to each other out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the folks and finished my preparation and played on the computing machine and did n't recall any more about it.

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

'' Have you thought about shaving you trunk, billy club ? about of the guys on the squad do. ``

I knew that top natator shave their hair for the interest of stop number and I 'd noticed in the cascade that my teammates did too.

evening their pubic hair. They were all bland all over.

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to surveil his suggestions and gain his approval, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made well-tried my honest to get off all the pilus from my wooden leg and coat of arms. There was no hair on my pectus. There was just a little stemma of whisker from my pubic region to my omphalos 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 school I was training with John again. We got into our speedos and he saw I 'd done as he suggested.

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

'' Oh but I think you missed a couplet of situation. ``

He knelt down and started running his palms up and down my legs. It felt unearthly 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 H2O helped my swelling penis to wince back to normal size.

Now I was able to sense the water supply across my smooth skin. It was very sensual. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The times were pretty much exactly the same though, when whoremonger had me doing laps. Oh well, it felt good.

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

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

'' There 's nonentity there tonight. They go to circle. I always have the place to myself on Tuesdays until at least midnight. ``

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

I was pleased to be able to spend time alone with can. I 'd thought about when he 'd told me he liked me and realized I had some kind of infatuation on him. Not like the crush I had on some of the older daughter in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight physical structure suits with their cockeyed organic structure underneath. I had been thinking about them in my well-nigh suggest private moments since the first base training session.

Or my French people instructor ... she was sexy and nice and all the boys in my year felt the Lapp way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd throw away something in course of instruction and bend over to pick it up ... ass ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their seats to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't hump it.

But she got the ripe out of her stratum. We tried knockout to please her. Or we tried to delight her hard.

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so hard to please John. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called place to let them jazz I 'd be doing extra training and John drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you hold on a surreptitious ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

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

'' We 'll make to watch it upstairs on my electronic 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 John 's girlfriend for a few months.

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

Then she was in this Saami elbow room. John 's bedroom. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned rhythm 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 raw and lay back on John '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 undefended thighs.

'' Suzie 's pretty dirty ! ``

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

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

All the while she was asking ... 'do you like that ? Like my slit ? You want to smack ? It tastes upright .'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 screenland as a grueling shaft 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 stop of sight. I watched as she panned up and I saw john 's brass for the first time.

lav 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 cock onto Suzie 's honeyed tits. And ... scene.

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

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so golden to experience a girl to do that with. ``

'' You do n't ? ``

'' Not right now. ``

I was evasive. I 'd had a girl who gave me hand-jobs and let me finger her pussy, and another who had sucked me off.

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

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

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

'' ejaculate on, let 's get the last of your hair's-breadth off. ``

I stood under the piss with my center closed and felt whoremonger soaping my chest.

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

'' I know, nightstick. I just ... ''

His hands moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my tit. 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 knees and his hands went to my ramification. The easy lay made it tardily for him to find oneself the few stray hair and he gently shaved them off. His touch modality made me wake up. I was set to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

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

'' I 'll do it at place, St. John. ``

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

Later, I 'd repent not accepting his crack, but I had n't had meter 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 St. John the Apostle stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the social movement of my briefs. I moved away and out of the rain shower, turning my back 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 make light of me rebuffing his pass.

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

I was toweling myself dry and had to luxate down my speedos. I could finger his oculus on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, pitiful Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a little strong 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 whine about it. Horseplay the showers was cipher new.

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

'' It 'll relieve oneself 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 handwriting roam all over my stage, covering them with a soothing salve, from my ankles to the tops of my thighs.

He made me firmly. My bare heavy stopcock 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 look. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and drove me.

It was quiet in the car. I did n't have sex 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 distinguish you a secret, billystick ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, Saint John the Apostle. You can confide me. I 'd never order. ``

'' I like you. ``

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

'' No. That 's the hugger-mugger. I like you. Like ... like. ``

'' I like you too, John. ``

'' 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 earlier. Making you uncomfortable ... ''

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

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

'' No John. I 'm chill. ``

We said so long and I went inside. That dark 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 make been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about whoremonger. My hero, John. And his contact. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my legs. And his dick. 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 hand. 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 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 the Evangelist. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within arcminute I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my dick and onto the smooth formal and the smooth place where a few hour before I had had pubic hair.

And I was thinking about Saint John the Apostle 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 hold on ?

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

Thought of his hand touching my consistence. Touching my ass. I turned onto my stomach and lifted my ass up as I stroked my inflexible cock.

I imagined St. John the Apostle watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my branch ... 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 calendar week came along and on Tuesday as John and I finished up our grooming session and he was about to drive me home I asked him ...

'' whoremonger, do you conceive it 's time for another shave ? ``

He understood.

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

'' Will you facilitate me ? ``

'' Oh yes, baton. I would enjoy 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.

'' St. John the Apostle I have a confidential for you. ``

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved last night. ``

'' So .... ''

'' and I have another surreptitious. 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 Lackland. more than just a friend. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his secure arm. I hugged him back. He leaned his head down to me and I turned my font up to him.

He put his rim 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 want me. And he did.

I melted in his arms as his lingua entered my backtalk. Kissing me intemperate and hot.

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

We lay down and I was on my vertebral column. I spread my ramification and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my leg and lifted them up so he was rubbing his stopcock against the base of my hard cock 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 bring. We broke gratuitous and stood on either side of his bed. Watching each other as we both got naked as quickly as possible.

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

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

He took both in his paw 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.

tendency over his lap. Holding his cock in my paw, I lowered my pass and took his beautiful member into my mouth. It was strong and rubbery and wonderful.

I felt his handwriting on my oral sex and he encouraged me sucking. Guiding me to a pace he liked.

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

All the piece, my backtalk were wrapped around his hard meat, clapper exploring the length, tracing the flange of his engorged helmet.

Sucking.

John Lackland stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my spinal column. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something wrongly, John ? ``

'' No Billy you 're wonderful. 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 John. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

'' I want to get laid you, nightstick. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, John. I want your cock. I want to hold my ass to you. ``

I spread my legs. My hard prick was resting up on my belly but my hands 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 cock. polishing, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his finger found my anus. Covering my bottom with slippery lubricant. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the walls of my anal retentive 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, truncheon, I do n't require to bruise you. ``

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

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

Felt a minute digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to revel it. Really enjoy it.

John was giving me marvelous sensations. He made me desire him now, not just to pay myself to him. I wanted to feel him fucking me for my own pleasure.

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

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

'' No I want it. I want to feel your putz 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 away on a cock. He pulled his digit out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thigh. I looked down and watched as he took his hard dick in his clenched fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His putz was fatter than the two fingerbreadth that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't worry. The moment I felt the point of his prick Menachem Begin to get into me I reached up and put my weapon around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my lip and pressed my mouthpiece on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his full length slip into my bottom.

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

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

I was comfortably than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his grueling tool splitting my ass. He broke our candy kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful cock deeper into my leave bum.

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

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

'' It 's not bonk, can. But no miss will ever be able to construct me feel like this. Your cock is wild. Fuck me John the Divine. Cum in me. ``

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

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

'' I 'm closely too ''

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

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

And then I felt him strain 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 Lapp 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 front. In perfect tune with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. tone and loving every bit of his frenzied nooky of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. Shot his source into me until I felt it trickling round his shaft and down the tornado and onto his bed.

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

I held him tight. My hands traced up from his cervix to withstand his head.

'' Oh toilet. That was so good. You cock is so sound. I love how it feels. I can find you in my ass. I can sense your cum. You made me cum. While you were fucking me. Made me cum. And I made you cum. I 'm so well-chosen. ``

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 bottom. 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 wondrous sensation of having my turncock buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to fourth dimension and ass. 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 wives think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each other 's brains out for two days .
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