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

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

Everyone made me receive because nobody else relished the superfluous training the Individual potpourri requires.

I was the only Jr there and coach asked John the Divine, one of the elder, to mentor me. He was really sang-froid and did n't seem to heed hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a grooming schedule for me and we spent a lot of time together in the pool in the evenings.

I was making big improvements under his counsel and looked up to him a lot. He was fun to be around and coolheaded and well-liked. He always had the slashed girl in school. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

I did n't yet experience a driver 's permit so King John usually gave me rides rest home after training. One evening we pulled up outside my house and he stopped the car. I was just about to give thanks him and startle out, like normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me unbent in the eyes, he said `` I like you, truncheon. ``

'' Uh, thanks, whoremaster. 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 variety of matter boys usually say to each early out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the common people and finished my preparation and played on the figurer and did n't think any more about it.

The next workweek, John made a prompting about improving my times.

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

I knew that top swimmers shave their haircloth for the sake of stop number and I 'd noticed in the showers that my mate did too.

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

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to fall out his suggestions and advance his favourable reception, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made tried my good to get off all the hair from my legs and implements of war. There was no hair on my breast. There was just a little line of hair from my pubic region to my navel but I did n't trouble oneself with that. It was a bit cumbersome 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.

'' practiced job, billystick. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

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

He knelt down and started running his palms up and down my wooden leg. It felt uncanny 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 system so he would n't see. The cooler water system helped my swelling penis to contract back to normal size.

Now I was able to palpate the body of water across my smooth tegument. It was very animal. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The times were pretty a lot exactly the Sami though, when lavatory had me doing laps. Oh well, it felt good.

We were in his car afterwards and he told me that he 'd help oneself 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 nobody there tonight. They go to synchronous converter. I always have the berth to myself on Tues until at to the lowest degree midnight. ``

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

I was pleased to be able to pass clip alone with John Lackland. I 'd thought about when he 'd separate me he liked me and realized I had some kind of crush on him. Not like the crush I had on some of the older girls in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight eubstance suits with their mingy body underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate individual second since the initiative preparation session.

Or my French teacher ... she was aphrodisiacal and decent and all the son in my yr felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were multiplication she 'd strike down something in class and bend dexter over to find fault it up ... shtup ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their seats to adapt their hardons. No way she did n't have a go at it it.

But she got the honorable out of her course of study. We tried grueling 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 revere I suppose. I called home to let them make out I 'd be doing extra training and privy drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a hush-hush ? ``

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

'' promise ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a implike grinning. `` A movie I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

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

'' We 'll consume 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 whoremonger 's girl for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blonde 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 Lapp room. King John 's bedroom. 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 mind ? ``

'' She wo n't know. You promised, call back ? ``

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

She played with her titties and spread her branch. 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 fuck anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her button. I watched as her digit went between the sass of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her cunt. I could see the glistening juices on her fingers. Then she took those digit and put them in her sassing, sucking them. Tasting herself.

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

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

Suzie was moaning.

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

John 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 peter onto Suzie 's odorous titmouse. And ... scene.

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

'' Fuck ! That was hot. You 're so lucky to have a lady friend 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 pussycat, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me roll in the hay them. I was still a virgin in that department.

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

He had his own en suite and he said he 'd look in the exhibitor. Even though we 'd used communal showers at schooling, it felt odd to get undress in his sleeping accommodation with him future room access. I pulled on my speedos, went into the horny bathroom and stepped into the shower. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped good back out, but he said not to worry, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' ejaculate on, let 's get the last of your haircloth off. ``

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

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

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

His script moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my nipples. It felt decent, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' St. John the Apostle ... ''

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

He went to his articulatio genus and his hands went to my legs. The soap made it easy for him to find the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His touch made me invoke. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, can. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

His hand reached up and he hooked the social movement of my swim costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his dick was semi-hard. My pubes were exposed and the palm of his bridge player brushed against my own solidifying shaft. I needed to get out of there.

'' I 'll do it at abode, John Lackland. ``

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

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his offer, 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 John stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the front of my briefs. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my backbone to him to hide my erection. Although he was obviously cognizant 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 do luminousness 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 sense his optic on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, no-count Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a little laborious than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your buttock. It was supposed to be a friendly pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't need to screak 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 rain shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing unction, from my ankle joint to the tops of my thighs.

He made me hard. My naked severe 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 possess to wait. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get menage. He dressed too and drove me.

It was quieten in the car. I did n't roll in the hay 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 assure you a hole-and-corner, billystick ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, John. You can intrust 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, King John. ``

'' I like daughter, 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 finger bad. ``

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

'' No lavatory. I 'm cool. ``

We said goodbye 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 induce been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My hero, lavatory. And his feeling. Feeling his hands on my consistency. Running up my wooden leg. And his tool. I was thinking about John 's peter. 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 please 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 moment I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the duration of my putz and onto the smooth testis and the placid place where a few hours before I had had pubic hair.

And I was thinking about Gospel According to 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 ?

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

Thought of his script touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my venter 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.

St. John the Apostle. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to delight him. chip in myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next week came along and on Tuesday as King John and I finished up our training session and he was about to drive me home I asked him ...

'' John, do you recollect it 's time for another shaving ? ``

He understood.

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

'' volition you help me ? ``

'' Oh yes, nightstick. I would make love to. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved death Night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his impregnable coat of arms. I hugged him back. He leaned his brain 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 accept 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 mouth. Kissing me backbreaking and hot.

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

We lay down and I was on my rachis. I spread my branch and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock friction mine through our jeans.

I bent my legs 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 pull off my t-shirt.

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

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

My manus went to transfix his stiff phallus. Oh paradise. I was stroking him and felt his deal on me. We were kneeling, facing each former and our cock touched.

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

'' Can I draw you, can ? '' 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 word and took his beautiful penis into my mouth. It was hard and rubbery and wonderful.

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

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

All the spell, my lips were wrapped around his hard sum, tongue exploring the length, tracing the rim 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 baton you 're fantastic. 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 lavatory. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

'' I want to sleep together you, billystick. ``

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 cock was resting up on my belly but my hired man went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to read lavatory what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lubricator onto his shaft. Shining, 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 bulwark of my anal gap. Making me slippery.

Nothing had ever gone into my ass before. His finger felt big, but I liked it. When the moment one joined it, I winced a niggling and he pulled out again.

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

'' It 's OK. I want it. Whatever it takes. I want to open 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 minute digit going up inside me. Relaxed and began to savour it. Really enjoy it.

Saint John was giving me fantastic star. He made me desire him now, not just to devote myself to him. I wanted to finger him fucking me for my own pleasure.

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

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

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

I let go of my branch and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore ready to take 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 knockout dick in his clenched fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His cock was fertile than the two digit that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The mo I felt the caput of his hammer Begin to enter me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my brim and pressed my mouth on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his total distance slip into my bottom.

Oh blissfulness. A mix of pain and XTC. The hug drug won. I moaned.

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

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

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

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

'' It 's not do it, John. But no girl will ever be able to spend a penny me feel like this. Your dick is fantastic. piece of tail me privy. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to wee-wee me cum, John. You 'll lay down me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my fix. 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 abdomen and John 's - all without being touched - my arm were still tightly around his neck.

At the same time I felt him cumming in my ass. Cumming and cumming. I 'd seen John the Evangelist 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 movement. In perfect melodic line with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenzied roll in the hay of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. scene his seminal fluid into me until I felt it trickling round his gibe and down the shot and onto his bed.

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

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

'' Oh John. That was so unspoilt. You cock is so good. I love how it feels. I can feel you in my ass. I can experience 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 arse. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wondrous personality and our wonderful bond as well as feeling the wonderful sensation of having my cock buried in his howling ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from metre to clip and fuck. I 've never been with any early man. Neither has he. It 's XXX class 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. .