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 fairly 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 redundant preparation the Individual Medley requires.

I was the only Junior there and motorcoach asked trick, one of the senior, to mentor me. He was really aplomb and did n't look to mind hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of clock time together in the pool in the evenings.

I was making big improvements under his counselling and looked up to him a lot. He was fun to be around and assuredness and well-liked. He always had the cutest girlfriend in school. I admired him, so I always tried my arduous to please him.

I did n't yet have a driver 's licence so St. John the Apostle usually gave me rides home after training. One evening we pulled up outside my home and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and jump out, like pattern, when and turned to me in the seat.

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

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

I opened the car door 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 sort of affair boys usually say to each other out of the wild blue yonder. But then I got in and had my meal with the folks and finished my homework and played on the computing device and did n't think any more about it.

The next hebdomad, whoremaster made a suggestion about improving my times.

'' Have you thought about shaving you torso, Billy ? Most of the Guy on the squad do. ``

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

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

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

'' Do you call back I need to, privy ? ``

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

As usual I wanted to follow his prompting and attain his approval, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made tried and true my skillful to get off all the hair from my legs and subdivision. There was no hair on my chest of drawers. There was just a little line of hair's-breadth from my pubic bone to my belly button but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit inapt to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

'' skillful job, Billy. '' 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 medallion up and down my ramification. It felt Weird but I liked him touching me.

I felt my peter 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 penis to shrivel back to normal size.

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

The times were pretty much exactly the Lapplander 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 folk think it was unearthly ? ``

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

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

I was pleased to be able to spend clock time alone with John the Evangelist. I 'd thought about when he 'd told me he liked me and realized I had some sort of crush on him. Not like the crush I had on some of the older fille in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight organic structure suits with their tight eubstance underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most knowledgeable private bit since the for the first time preparation session.

Or my Daniel Chester French teacher ... she was aphrodisiac and nice and all the son in my year felt the Lapp way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were prison term she 'd drop something in class and bend over to find fault it up ... screw ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their bum to correct their hardons. No way she did n't jazz 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 please whoremaster. It was idolize I suppose. I called dwelling house to let them know I 'd be doing extra training and St. John drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you hold back a secret ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media report stratum. I expected it to be lame but privy seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll have to watch it upstairs on my data processor. ``

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 Saint John 's girlfriend for a few months.

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

Then she was in this same way. John 's sleeping accommodation. 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 bear in mind ? ``

'' She wo n't be intimate. You promised, think of ? ``

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

She played with her titties and spread her leg. The photographic 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 fucking slut. She 'll bed anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her fingers went between the rim of her slit. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her cunt. I could see the glistening juice on her fingers. Then she took those fingers and put them in her backtalk, sucking them. Tasting herself.

All the while she was asking ... 'do you like that ? Like my kitty ? You want to try out ? It tastes good .'And then finally ... 'come on, I want your cock'.

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

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the photographic camera and now the angle was from her point of position. I watched as she panned up and I saw whoremonger 's face for the kickoff time.

John was showing me a television of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as lav 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 odorous mamilla. And ... scene.

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

'' piece of ass ! That was hot. You 're so lucky 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 cunt, 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 trivial display for you. Now let 's get shaving. '' he smiled.

He had his own en suite and he said he 'd wait in the exhibitioner. Even though we 'd used communal exhibitioner at school, it felt odd to get unappareled in his bedroom with him adjacent threshold. I pulled on my speedos, went into the sticky bath and stepped into the shower. St. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped compensate back out, but he said not to care, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' Come on, let 's get the net of your hair off. ``

I stood under the H2O with my heart closed and felt Saint John the Apostle soaping my chest.

'' There 's zippo there, John. '' I said.

'' I know, he-goat. I just ... ''

His deal moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my mammilla. 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 soap made it wanton for him to find the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His mite made me aroused. I was fix to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

His helping hand reached up and he hooked the strawman 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 hand 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, truncheon. I could shave your pubic hair's-breadth off for you. I do n't mind. ``

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his offer, but I had n't had time to fall in it any thought.

'' No. It 's OK. I 'll do it later. Honest. ``

I 'd pretty practically 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 nominal head of my briefs. I moved away and out of the exhibitioner, turning my spinal column to him to conceal my hard-on. 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 wee-wee 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 feel his eyes on me as I bent down. Then trick said `` Oh man, sorry billystick. I guess I slapped your ass a little 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 require to whine about it. Horseplay the cascade was nothing new.

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

'' It 'll have it experience better. ``

I do n't eff why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd knocked him back in the rain shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my leg, covering them with a assuasive salve, from my ankle joint to the cover of my thighs.

He made me unvoiced. My au naturel tough 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 back. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and push back 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 secret, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

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

'' I like you. ``

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

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

'' I like you too, St. John the Apostle. ``

'' I like girl, nightstick. You know that, right ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' No.. that 's OK. That 's mulct. It was OK. Do n't experience bad. ``

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

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

We said good day 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 Saint John the Apostle. My bomber, Saint John. And his spot. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my legs. And his cock. I was thinking about privy 's prick. 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 delight 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 privy. 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 balls and the shine lieu where a few hours 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 induce done ? Would I have wanted him to turn back ?

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

intellection of his hands touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my belly 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.

john. Fucking my ass.

I wanted lavatory. Wanted to delight him. Give myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next hebdomad came along and on Tuesday as John and I finished up our preparation session and he was about to labour me home I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' volition you help me ? ``

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

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

'' trick I have a secret for you. ``

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved last Nox. ``

'' So .... ''

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

'' Oh billy. But you like young woman, do n't you ? '' ...

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to delight 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 mouth 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 need me. And he did.

I melted in his arms as his knife 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 back. I spread my legs and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.

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

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

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

Hard dick pointing at intemperately cock, we stood looking at each former and then moved towards each other on the bed.

My hand went to fascinate his stiff member. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his manus on me. We were kneeling, facing each former and our shaft touched.

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

'' Can I breastfeed you, John ? '' I asked.

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

Leaning over his lap. Holding his cock in my hand, I lowered my head and took his beautiful penis into my mouth. It was knockout and rubbery and wonderful.

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

With one hand I gripped the base of his cock, so it would n't go in too late, with the other bridge player I caressed and fondled his smoothen balls.

All the while, my sassing were wrapped around his hard heart and soul, knife 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 wrong, John ? ``

'' No Billy you 're wonderful. I do n't desire 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 mesa. Found a nursing bottle of lubricant.

'' I want to screw you, he-goat. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

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

I spread my pegleg. My hard cock was resting up on my belly but my hand went to the nerve of my ass and I pulled them apart to picture St. John the Apostle what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lube onto his tool. polishing, gleaming. Slick.

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

Nothing 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, Billy, I do n't want to smart you. ``

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

I grabbed the rachis 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 second finger's breadth going up inside me. Relaxed and began to enjoy it. Really enjoy it.

whoremonger was giving me fantastic sensations. He made me desire him now, not just to collapse myself to him. I wanted to feel him fucking me for my own pleasure.

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

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

'' No I want it. I want to find 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 cook to train on a peter. He pulled his fingerbreadth out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thigh. I looked down and watched as he took his intemperately dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His cock was productive than the two fingerbreadth that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The moment I felt the head of his cock begin to enter me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my back talk and pressed my oral fissure on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his stallion length slip into my bottom.

Oh bliss. A mix of annoyance 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 heading slightly and letting him know I was OK.

I was practiced than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his hard rooster splitting my ass. He broke our buss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful hammer 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 like way.

'' It 's not love, John. But no young woman will ever be able to draw me finger like this. Your stopcock is grotesque. Fuck me Gospel According to John. Cum in me. ``

He increased his pacing and, since he 'd lowered himself onto me, my tool was being rubbed between our body with each drive of his pecker up my ass. Inevitably I was close to cumming.

'' You 're going to pull in me cum, lav. You 'll make me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm shut 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 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 snapshot out and covered my paunch and whoremaster 's - all without being touched - my branch were still tightly around his neck.

At the Lapp clock time I felt him cumming in my ass. Cumming and cumming. I 'd seen John the Evangelist cum before in the moving picture 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 stark melodic line with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenzied fucking of my Virgo the Virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. snap his seed into me until I felt it trickling round his quill and down the crack and onto his bed.

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

I held him tight. My bridge player traced up from his neck opening to hold his head.

'' Oh John. That was so good. You cock is so honest. I love how it feels. I can experience 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 happy. ``

And I remained happy 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 derriere. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our wonderful James Bond as well as feeling the wonderful sensation of having my cock buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to clock time and fuck. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's thirty old age 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 married woman think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each early 's mental capacity out for two days .