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

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

Everyone made me receive because nobody else relished the supernumerary training the Individual Medley requires.

I was the only Junior there and coach asked privy, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really assuredness and did n't seem to mind hanging with a jr. teammate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of fourth dimension together in the pocket billiards 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 hardest to please him.

I did n't yet stimulate a device driver 's licence so whoremonger usually gave me rides menage after training. One evening we pulled up outside my theater and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and leap out, like normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me straight person 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 doorway 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 angel. 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 future week, John made a hint about improving my times.

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

I knew that top natator shave their whisker for the interest of speed and I 'd noticed in the exhibitor that my teammate did too.

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

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to take after his proffer and gain his approval, so I agreed.

In the exhibitioner at dwelling I made tried and true my best to get off all the whisker from my legs and arms. There was no hairsbreadth on my thorax. There was just a little melodic phrase of hairsbreadth from my pubis to my belly button but I did n't trouble with that. It was a bit awkward to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

'' well job, Billy. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

'' Oh but I think you missed a yoke of station. ``

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 putz Begin to stiffen.

It was embarrassing and I broke away and quickly turned and jumped into the urine so he would n't see. The cooler water helped my swelling penis to shrink back to normal size.

Now I was capable to feel the water across my smooth cutis. It was very sensual. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The clip were pretty a great deal exactly the Same though, when John 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 folks think it was Weird ? ``

'' There 's nonentity there tonight. They go to Rotary. I always have the place to myself on Tues until at to the lowest degree midnight. ``

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

I was pleased to be able to spend fourth dimension alone with whoremaster. I 'd thought about when he 'd state me he liked me and realized I had some form of calf love on him. Not like the crush I had on some of the older young lady in the swim team.

So sexy in their crocked eubstance courtship with their fast torso underneath. I had been thinking about them in my almost intimate private moments since the first training session.

Or my French teacher ... she was sexy and courteous and all the son in my yr felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd drop something in year and plication over to pluck it up ... fuck ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their fanny to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't know 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 swimming because I tried so hard to please john. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called abode to let them love I 'd be doing supererogatory grooming and lavatory 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 ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a wicked grin. `` A pic I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media studies class. I expected it to be crippled but John Lackland 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 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 King John 's lady friend for a few months.

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

Then she was in this same way. John 's bedroom. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned one shot 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 know. You promised, call up ? ``

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

She played with her titty and spread her legs. The 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 roll in the hay anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's finger rubbed her bald cunt and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her fingerbreadth went between the rim of her snatch. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her bitch. I could see the glistening juices on her fingers. Then she took those finger's breadth and put them in her mouthpiece, sucking them. Tasting herself.

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

The camera moved around a lot. The camera operator was climbing up onto the bed. He angled down and I watched the screen as a intemperately putz 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 view. I watched as she panned up and I saw john 's nerve for the number one 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 sweetly tits. And ... scene.

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

'' screw ! That was hot. You 're so lucky to receive a girlfriend 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 finger her cunt, and another who had sucked me off.

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

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

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

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

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

'' There 's zip there, whoremonger. '' I said.

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

His mitt moves over my pecs. I felt him footle on my pap. It felt overnice, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' trick ... ''

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

He went to his knees and his mitt went to my branch. The soap made it easy for him to find oneself the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His pinch made me aroused. I was set up to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, lav. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

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

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

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

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his offering, 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 a great deal shut him down. I turned off the water and St. John the Apostle stood. He was very close. Naked and shine and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the presence of my Jockey shorts. I moved away and out of the exhibitor, turning my back to him to blot out 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 puddle 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 John said `` Oh man, sorry billy goat. 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 want to whine 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 freshly 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 shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing salve, from my ankle to the meridian of my thighs.

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

Now I wanted him to, or I wanted to allude it myself, but that would have to hold off. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home plate. He dressed too and drove me.

It was placidity in the car. I did n't have a go at it 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 tell you a mystic, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, lavatory. You can bank 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, St. John the Apostle. ``

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

'' Yeah, I just saw the evidence at your situation. 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 feel bad. ``

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

'' No St. John the Apostle. I 'm aplomb. ``

We said adieu 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 prick. 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 John the Divine. My Italian sandwich, John. And his touch sensation. Feeling his hands on my trunk. Running up my wooden leg. And his cock. I was thinking about King John 's prick. Hard, thrusting into Suzie 's pussy.

Hard, wet, smooth, rubbing against mine.

And I started imagining what it would palpate like. In my hand. In my mouth. Would can like it if I sucked him off ? Would it please him ?

I wanted to please him.

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

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within minute of arc I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my turncock and onto the quiet balls and the fluent plaza where a few 60 minutes 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 have done ? Would I have wanted him to block ?

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

Thought of his manpower touching my dead 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 ramification ... fucking my ass.

St. John. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to please him. cave in 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 preparation academic session and he was about to drive me family I asked him ...

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

He understood.

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

'' Will you help me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved last Night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

'' Oh nightstick. But you like lady friend, do n't you ? '' ...

'' Yes John, like you do. But I like you too, whoremaster. More than just a booster. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his strong sleeve. I hugged him back. He leaned his foreland 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 admit it to myself. I had a crush on him. I wanted him to desire 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 Gospel According to John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his stopcock detrition mine through our jeans.

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

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

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

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

My deal went to transfix his stiff member. Oh nirvana. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each other and our cocks touched.

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

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

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

lean over his lap. Holding his cock in my handwriting, I lowered my head and took his beautiful member into my mouth. It was heavily and rubbery and wonderful.

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

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

All the piece, my sass were wrapped around his operose kernel, tongue exploring the duration, tracing the flange of his pig out helmet.

Sucking.

John Lackland stopped me. Sat up and gently pressed me down onto my backrest. Now he was looking down at me. `` Is there something wrong, 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 bottleful of lubricant.

'' I want to sleep with you, truncheon. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, John. I want your rooster. I want to afford my ass to you. ``

I spread my ramification. My hard tool 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. Shining, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my bottom with slippery lubricator. 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 irregular one joined it, I winced a short and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, baton, I do n't want to hurt you. ``

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

I grabbed the vertebral column of my articulatio genus 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 digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to enjoy it. Really savour it.

lavatory was giving me marvellous 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.

'' fucking me privy. I want it. ``

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

'' No I want it. I want to experience your putz inside me. ``

I let go of my pegleg and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore ready to take on a peter. He pulled his fingerbreadth out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thighs. I looked down and watched as he took his tough dick in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

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

Pulled him down to me. Opened my rim and beseech my mouth on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length chemise into my bottom.

Oh seventh heaven. A mix of hurting and disco biscuit. The ecstasy 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 just 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 marvellous cock deeper into my bequeath bum.

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

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

'' It 's not love, bathroom. But no little girl will ever be able to induce me feel like this. Your cock is fantastical. fuck me King John. Cum in me. ``

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

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

'' I 'm end too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hole. Rubbing my shaft 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 guess out and covered my abdomen and John 's - all without being touched - my arms were still tightly around his neck.

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

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

I met his every apparent motion. In perfect tense tune with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. spirit and loving every bit of his manic fucking of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. shooter his ejaculate into me until I felt it trickling round down his shaft and down the crack and onto his bed.

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

I held him tight. My hands traced up from his neck opening to obligate his head.

'' Oh John the Divine. That was so good. You cock is so soundly. I love how it feels. I can feel 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 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 underside. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our marvelous bail bond as well as feeling the wonderful sensation of having my cock buried in his terrific ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from time to time and nookie. I 've never been with any former man. Neither has he. It 's 30 years later and we are both happily married now, but once a yr 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 former 's brains out for two days .