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 middling fast in all the virgule and they needed an IM guy so I finally made the squad.

Everyone made me welcome because nonentity else relished the surplus training the somebody Medley requires.

I was the only Junior there and coach-and-four asked John, one of the senior, to mentor me. He was really cool and did n't seem to mind hanging with a younger mate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of clip 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 chill and well-liked. He always had the cutest girlfriends in school. I admired him, so I always tried my grueling to please him.

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

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

'' 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 boys usually say to each other out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the folk music and finished my homework and played on the data processor and did n't suppose any more about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As common I wanted to follow his trace and gain his approval, so I agreed.

In the cascade at home I made seek my best to get off all the hair from my pegleg and arms. There was no hair on my thorax. There was just a little line of hair from my pubes 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 school I was training with John again. We got into our speedos and he saw I 'd done as he suggested.

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

'' Oh but I think you missed a twain of shoes. ``

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 urine so he would n't see. The cooler water helped my swelling penis to shrink back to pattern size.

Now I was capable to sense the water across my smooth hide. It was very sultry. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The metre were pretty much exactly the same though, when King John had me doing laps. 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 sept think it was Weird ? ``

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

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

I was pleased to be able to drop clip alone with John. I 'd thought about when he 'd say me he liked me and realized I had some kind of crush on him. Not like the compaction I had on some of the older little girl in the swimming team.

So sexy in their plastered body suits with their soused bodies underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most familiar common soldier moments since the first training session.

Or my Gallic teacher ... she was sexy and skillful 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 class and plication over to break up it up ... shtup ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boy in stratum would be fidgeting in their seating area to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't know it.

But she got the dear out of her division. We tried difficult to delight her. Or we tried to delight her hard.

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

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you retain a secret ? ``

'' Yeah, for you St. John the Apostle. Absolutely. ``

'' hope ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media report class. I expected it to be halting but toilet seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll hold to watch it upstairs on my computing device. ``

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 John 's lady friend for a few months.

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

Then she was in this Lapplander room. John 's sleeping accommodation. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned unit of ammunition 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, recall ? ``

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 photographic camera slant was from the end of the bed looking up between her clear thighs.

'' Suzie 's fairly dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my girlfriend you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a fucking trollop. She 'll lie with anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her finger went between the lips of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her finger going into her snatch. 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 snatch ? You want to try out ? 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 screen as a hard cock 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 compass point of aspect. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's face for the first time.

John was showing me a video of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as toilet 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 Sweet tits. And ... scene.

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

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so favorable 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 finger 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 fiddling show for you. Now let 's get shaving. '' he smiled.

He had his own en entourage and he said he 'd hold off in the shower. Even though we 'd used communal showers at schooling, it felt odd to get undressed in his bedroom with him next door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the aroused bathroom and stepped into the shower. whoremonger was naked in there. I nearly jumped right back out, but he said not to worry, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' semen on, let 's get the utmost of your haircloth off. ``

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

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

'' I know, baton. I just ... ''

His hands moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my nipples. 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 pegleg. The soap made it well-to-do for him to feel the few stray hairsbreadth and he gently shaved them off. His pinch made me aroused. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

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 cock was semi-hard. My pubes were exposed and the palm of his hired hand brushed against my own hardening pecker. I needed to get out of there.

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

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

Later, I 'd repent not accepting his fling, but I had n't had time to cave in it any thought.

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

I 'd pretty much shut him down. I turned off the piddle and trick stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the front man of my Jockey shorts. I moved away and out of the shower bath, turning my rachis 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 seduce 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 middle on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, pitiful Billy. 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 exhibitioner 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 finger better. ``

I do n't bang why I let him. He was still trying it on but I felt bad that I 'd bump him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his script roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing salve, from my ankles to the tops of my thighs.

He made me difficult. My nude concentrated putz 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 off. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and drove me.

It was quiesce 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 early meter. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I tell you a secret, billy goat ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, John. You can swear 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, John. ``

'' I like little girl, Billy. 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 amercement. It was OK. Do n't feel bad. ``

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

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

We said goodbye 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 dick. 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 King John. My hero, lav. And his touch. Feeling his hand on my trunk. 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 palpate like. In my deal. In my sass. 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 John. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within instant I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my cock and onto the fluent clod and the smooth place where a few time of day 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 stop over ?

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

Thought of his paw touching my eubstance. 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 legs ... fucking my ass.

trick. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. 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 Tues as St. John and I finished up our training session and he was about to drive me dwelling house I asked him ...

'' Saint John the Apostle, do you think it 's time for another shave ? ``

He understood.

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

'' Will you help me ? ``

'' Oh yes, truncheon. I would be intimate to. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved stopping point night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

'' Oh Billy. But you like young lady, do n't you ? '' ...

'' Yes John Lackland, like you do. But I like you too, John. to a greater extent than just a friend. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his stiff arms. I hugged him back. He leaned his chief 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 crushed leather on him. I wanted him to want me. And he did.

I melted in his weapon as his tongue entered my mouth. Kissing me difficult 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 peg 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 tool against the understructure of my hard hammer and I felt his length against my ass.

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

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

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

My hand went to fascinate his unwavering member. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each early and our peter touched.

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

'' Can I suck you, John the Divine ? '' I asked.

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

inclination over his lap. Holding his peter in my bridge player, I lowered my head and took his beautiful phallus into my rima oris. It was hard and rubbery and wonderful.

I felt his hand on my top dog and he encouraged me sucking. Guiding me to a pace he liked.

With one hand I gripped the stem of his cock, so it would n't go in too cryptical, with the early hired hand I caressed and fondled his polish balls.

All the while, my lips were wrapped around his hard meat, natural language exploring the duration, tracing the rim of his engorged helmet.

Sucking.

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

'' No Billy 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 St. John the Apostle. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

'' I want to bonk you, Billy. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

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

I spread my legs. My hard rooster was resting up on my belly but my hand went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to shew John what I wanted.

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

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my bottom with slippery lubricating substance. 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 goat, I do n't want to injure you. ``

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

I grabbed the backrest 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 arcsecond one now. '' I told him.

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

John was giving me wild esthesis. He made me need him now, not just to give 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 want to ache you, my darling boy. ``

'' No I want it. I want to find your cock inside me. ``

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

His tool was fertile than the two finger's breadth that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't wish. The moment I felt the header of his peter begin to enter me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my sassing and pressed my mouth on his. At the same clip I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his integral length slip of paper into my bottom.

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

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

I was meliorate than OK. I was loving it. Knowing I was giving him what he wanted. Loving his difficult hammer 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 bed, John. But no girl will ever be able-bodied to make me feel like this. Your rooster is fantastic. screw me John. Cum in me. ``

He increased his pacing and, since he 'd lowered himself onto me, my cock was being rubbed between our consistency with each thrust of his dick 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 come together too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my gob. Rubbing my cock 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 shooting out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my weaponry were still tightly around his neck.

At the same clock 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 thrusting and pushed and huffed and puffed and rammed my ass.

I met his every movement. In gross tune with him. Taking it. Taking his stopcock. Feeling and loving every bit of his phrenetic fucking of my virgin bottom.

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

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

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

'' Oh john. That was so good. You cock is so goodness. 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 happy. ``

And I remained happy for the unit of my Jr 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 marvellous personality and our marvelous bond as well as feeling the rattling esthesis of having my cock buried in his marvellous ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from clip to clip and fuck. I 've never been with any early man. Neither has he. It 's 30 long time later and we are both happily married now, but once a twelvemonth 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 .