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

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

Everyone made me welcome because nonentity else relished the extra training the mortal pastiche requires.

I was the lone Junior there and coach asked whoremonger, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really assuredness and did n't seem to take care hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a education agenda for me and we spent a lot of meter 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 cool and well-liked. He always had the emasculated lady friend in shoal. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to delight him.

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

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

'' Uh, thanks, John Lackland. 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 form of affair boy usually say to each early out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the phratry and finished my prep and played on the computer and did n't reckon any more about it.

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

'' Have you thought about shaving you body, Billy ? Most of the guy wire on the team do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their hair for the rice beer of amphetamine and I 'd noticed in the exhibitioner that my mate did too.

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

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to travel along his trace and clear his commendation, so I agreed.

In the exhibitor at household I made tried my best to get off all the hair from my legs and arms. There was no hair's-breadth on my chest. There was just a little line of hair's-breadth from my pubes to my belly button 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 whoremonger again. We got into our speedos and he saw I 'd done as he suggested.

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

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

He knelt down and started running his palms up and down my stage. It felt Weird 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 weewee helped my swelling member to shrink back to formula size.

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

The times were pretty much exactly the same though, when John 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 family line think it was weird ? ``

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

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

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

So sexy in their tight dead body suits with their tight trunk underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate buck private minute since the start training session.

Or my French people teacher ... she was sexy and nice and all the son in my year felt the Saami way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd drop something in stratum and bend over to pick it up ... shag ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boy in class would be fidgeting in their seats to conform their hardons. No way she did n't recognize it.

But she got the best out of her class. We tried laborious to delight her. Or we tried to please her hard.

And I was improving with my swim because I tried so hard to please John. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called dwelling to let them know I 'd be doing superfluous preparation and John the Divine drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a confidential ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media studies class. I expected it to be cripple but lav 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 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 privy 's girlfriend for a few months.

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

Then she was in this same way. John the Evangelist 's bedroom. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned round of golf and looked up at John.

'' You sure it 's OK to see this ? ``

'' Yeah. I want you to. ``

'' She wo n't listen ? ``

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

I turned back and watched Suzie get raw and lay back on John the Evangelist 's bed.

She played with her titties and spread her ramification. 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 slit and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her fingers went between the rim of her pussycat. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her cunt. I could see the glistening succus 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 pussy ? You want to smack ? It tastes dear .'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 hard dick went to Suzie 's cunt and was pushed into her.

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took ascendency of the photographic camera and now the angle was from her compass point of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw can 's side for the first 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 cock onto Suzie 's sweet tits. And ... scene.

When the moving-picture show ended I just sat there in muteness for a minute.

'' roll in the hay ! That was hot. You 're so golden to have a girlfriend 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 pussycat, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me lie with them. I was still a Virgo in that department.

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

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

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

I stood under the water with my eyes closed and felt bathroom soaping my chest.

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

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

His manus moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my mamilla. It felt nice, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' Saint John ... ''

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

He went to his knees and his hired hand went to my legs. The goop made it easy for him to find the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His speck made me aroused. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

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

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

'' 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 hand brushed against my own hardening cock. I needed to get out of there.

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

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

Later, I 'd regret not accepting his pass, but I had n't had fourth dimension to give 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 battlefront of my briefs. I moved away and out of the 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 lighter 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 eyes on me as I bent down. Then John the Evangelist said `` Oh man, sorry truncheon. I guess I slapped your ass a short 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 skreak about it. Horseplay the showers was goose egg new.

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

'' It 'll make it palpate 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 cascade. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing salve, from my ankles to the superlative of my thighs.

He made me hard. My naked punishing 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 off. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home plate. He dressed too and ram me.

It was hush 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 time. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I tell you a hush-hush, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' It 's a really big closed book. You have to promise you 'll never differentiate 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, John. ``

'' I like girls, baton. 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 pitiful about earliest. 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 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 hammer. 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 John. My hero, John. And his touch. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my stage. And his tool. I was thinking about lavatory '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 script. In my mouth. Would St. John like it if I sucked him off ? Would it please him ?

I wanted to delight him.

And I spread my leg 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 lavatory. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within minute I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the duration of my stopcock and onto the smooth balls and the smooth property where a few hours before I had had pubic hair.

And I was thinking about John again. And now I was regretting that minute 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 stop him following clip. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

thought process of his workforce touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my stomach and lifted my ass up as I stroked my rigid cock.

I imagined lavatory watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my branch ... fucking my ass.

John the Evangelist. Fucking my ass.

I wanted toilet. Wanted to delight him. sacrifice myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next calendar week came along and on Tues as whoremonger and I finished up our preparation session and he was about to drive me home I asked him ...

'' John, do you call up it 's time for another shave ? ``

He understood.

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

'' Will you aid me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved final night. ``

'' So .... ''

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

'' Oh he-goat. But you like girls, do n't you ? '' ...

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

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to delight you. ``

He held me in his unassailable weaponry. I hugged him back. He leaned his foreland down to me and I turned my face up to him.

He put his sass 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 want me. And he did.

I melted in his implements of war as his knife 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 lavatory nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his dick detrition mine through our jeans.

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

With one hand still holding me, Saint John the Apostle started trying to rive off my t-shirt.

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

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

My hand went to grip his stiff member. Oh promised land. I was stroking him and felt his hand on me. We were kneeling, facing each early and our cocks touched.

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

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

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

tilt over his lap. Holding his stopcock in my hired man, I lowered my head and took his beautiful member into my mouth. It was intemperately and rubbery and wonderful.

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

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

All the patch, my lips were wrapped around his voiceless heart, 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, toilet ? ``

'' No truncheon you 're wondrous. 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 King John. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

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

I looked up into his eyes.

'' I want you, lav. I want your cock. I want to contribute my ass to you. ``

I spread my legs. My hard prick was resting up on my belly but my hired man went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to show John what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lubricator onto his cock. Shining, gleaming. Slick.

And he bent down and his finger's breadth found my anus. Covering my backside with slippery lubricant. Pushing into my ass. Oiling up the bulwark of my anal opening night. Making me slippery.

cipher had ever gone into my ass before. His finger's breadth felt big, but I liked it. When the second one joined it, I winced a short and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, Billy, I do n't need to pain you. ``

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

I grabbed the backs 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 indorsement dactyl going up inside me. Relaxed and began to bask it. Really bask it.

can was giving me fantastic sensations. He made me want him now, not just to give myself to him. I wanted to feel him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' piece of ass me John. I want it. ``

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

'' No I want it. I want to feel your rooster inside me. ``

I let go of my stage and let them down to the bed, stretching them as far apart as I could. Being a slutty whore gear up to remove on a turncock. He pulled his fingers 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 stopcock was fertile than the two fingers that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The consequence I felt the brain of his cock begin to figure me I reached up and put my arms around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my lips and crusade my sassing on his. At the Lapplander fourth dimension I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length shimmy 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 head 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 shaft splitting my ass. He broke our kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his marvelous rooster 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 do it, John. But no girl will ever be able-bodied to progress to me finger like this. Your peter is fantastic. roll in the hay me John. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to make me cum, Saint John the Apostle. You 'll make me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my cakehole. 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 barb out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my weapons system 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 picture show 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 drift. In perfect tune with him. Taking it. Taking his prick. touch and loving every bit of his frenzied fucking of my virgin bottom.

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

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

I held him tight. My mitt traced up from his neck opening to curb his head.

'' Oh King John. That was so good. You cock is so skilful. I love how it feels. I can feel you in my ass. I can find your cum. You made me cum. While you were fucking me. Made me cum. And I made you cum. I 'm so felicitous. ``

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 underside. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his howling personality and our terrific adherence as well as feeling the wonderful mavin of having my cock buried in his wondrous ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from sentence to meter and screwing. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's thirty yr 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 wife think we go golfing, but really all we do is fuck each other 's brains out for two days .