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

Everyone made me welcome because cipher else relished the additional breeding the Individual potpourri requires.

I was the solitary Junior there and coach asked John, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really poise and did n't seem to mind hanging with a vernal teammate. He set up a breeding docket for me and we spent a lot of time 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 cool down and well-liked. He always had the cutest lady friend in school. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

I did n't yet have a number one wood 's licence so John the Divine usually gave me rides home after training. One even we pulled up outside my sign of the zodiac and he stopped the car. I was just about to give thanks him and saltation 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, whoremaster. I like you, too. '' I answered.

I opened the car room access and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the door and he drove away. That was form of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of thing boys usually say to each former out of the blue. But then I got in and had my repast with the ethnic music and finished my homework and played on the computer and did n't think any Sir Thomas More about it.

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

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

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

Even their pubic hair's-breadth. They were all unruffled all over.

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to travel along his suggestions and realise his blessing, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made adjudicate my best to get off all the hair from my legs and branch. There was no hairsbreadth on my chest of drawers. There was just a little line of reasoning of hair from my pubes to my navel but I did n't bother with that. It was a bit embarrassing to get it all and I missed a few spots.

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

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

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

He knelt down and started running his palms up and down my legs. It felt uncanny 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 piddle so he would n't see. The cooler water supply helped my swelling penis to shrink back to normal size.

Now I was able to feel the urine across my smooth tegument. It was very animal. 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 serve 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 Tuesdays until at least midnight. ``

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

I was pleased to be able-bodied to spend clip alone with John. I 'd thought about when he 'd severalize 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 girl in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight soundbox suits with their tight consistency underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most knowledgeable individual consequence since the first training session.

Or my French instructor ... she was sexy and nice and all the boys in my class felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were metre she 'd drop something in class and bend over to nibble it up ... shtup ... when she 'd straighten back up half the boy in class would be fidgeting in their tail to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't roll in the hay 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 idolize I suppose. I called family to let them be intimate I 'd be doing extra education and King John drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you save a mystery ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

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

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for media subject field course of study. I expected it to be game but John seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

'' We 'll have to watch it upstairs on my information processing system. ``

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 interest was piqued. She was just walking through the green and smiling at the camera.

Then she was in this same room. John the Evangelist '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 heed ? ``

'' She wo n't bed. You promised, remember ? ``

I turned back and watched Suzie get bare and lay back on lavatory 's bed.

She played with her knocker and spread her legs. The television camera angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her open thighs.

'' Suzie 's passably dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my girlfriend you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a nooky slut. She 'll get laid anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's finger rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clitoris. I watched as her digit went between the lips of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her fingers going into her pussy. 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 slit ? You want to try out ? It tastes in force .'And then finally ... 'come on, I want your cock'.

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

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took ascendency of the tv camera and now the angle was from her point of view. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's expression for the first time.

John was showing me a television of him fucking. Fucking Suzie. I watched as King 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 titty. And ... scene.

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

'' piece of tail ! That was hot. You 're so favourable 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 have it away them. I was still a Virgo in that department.

'' OK well that was a little appearance 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 rain shower at school, it felt odd to get undressed in his bedroom with him next doorway. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy lavatory and stepped into the rain shower. whoremonger was naked in there. I nearly jumped right back out, but he said not to care, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' seed on, let 's get the endure of your hair off. ``

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

'' There 's nothing there, bathroom. '' I said.

'' I know, truncheon. I just ... ''

His men moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my pap. 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 hand went to my legs. The soap made it comfortable for him to get hold the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His jot made me aroused. I was make to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

His script reached up and he hooked the battlefront of my swimming costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his pecker was semi-hard. My pubic bone were exposed and the palm of his script brushed against my own hardening putz. I needed to get out of there.

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

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

Later, I 'd rue not accepting his offer, but I had n't had time to afford it any thought.

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

I 'd pretty very much shut him down. I turned off the water and John the Divine stood. He was very close. Naked and quiet and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the presence of my briefs. I moved away and out of the shower, turning my back to him to hide 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 fix 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, good-for-nothing truncheon. I guess I slapped your ass a piffling difficult than I meant to. There 's a big red hand-print on your brass. It was supposed to be a favorable pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't desire to whine about it. Horseplay the exhibitioner was cypher new.

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

'' It 'll defecate 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 stage, covering them with a soothing ointment, from my ankle joint to the upside of my thighs.

He made me hard. My naked gruelling hammer 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 get to hold off. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and repel 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 prison term. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I tell you a secret, he-goat ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

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

'' I like you. ``

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

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

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

'' I like girls, truncheon. You know that, right ? ``

'' Yeah, I just saw the grounds 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 mulct. It was OK. Do n't feel bad. ``

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

'' No lavatory. I 'm chill. ``

We said good-by 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 shaft. And I was thinking about Suzie. Naked. Fingering herself. Watching her getting fucked.

And that should experience been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My bomber, John. And his touch. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my legs. And his cock. 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 feel like. In my manus. In my mouth. Would John like it if I sucked him off ? Would it delight him ?

I wanted to please him.

And I spread my branch 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 the Evangelist. Not Suzie. And then I felt ashamed for a while.

I promised myself I would n't do that again. But then within second I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the length of my rooster and onto the smooth lump and the quiet place where a few hours before I had had pubic hair.

And I was thinking about John again. And now I was regretting that present 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 stop him next fourth dimension. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

Thought of his hands touching my body. Touching my ass. I turned onto my abdomen and lifted my ass up as I stroked my rigid cock.

I imagined John watching my ass ... touching my ass ... I spread my stage ... fucking my ass.

John. Fucking my ass.

I wanted John. Wanted to please him. Give myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

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

'' toilet, do you cerebrate it 's time for another shave ? ``

He understood.

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

'' will you help me ? ``

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

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

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

'' What 's that ? ``

'' I shaved last dark. ``

'' So .... ''

'' and I have another hugger-mugger. I like you. Like ... like. ``

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

'' Yes John, like you do. But I like you too, St. 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 impregnable arms. I hugged him back. He leaned his psyche 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 require me. And he did.

I melted in his arms as his tongue 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 spinal column. I spread my branch and John nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his turncock rubbing mine through our jeans.

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

With one handwriting still holding me, St. John started trying to tear off my t-shirt.

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

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

My hand went to grip his stiff member. Oh Heaven. I was stroking him and felt his manus on me. We were kneeling, facing each other and our peter touched.

He took both in his handwriting 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.

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

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

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

All the spell, my lips were wrapped around his hard nub, tongue exploring the length, tracing the flange of his overindulge helmet.

Sucking.

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

'' 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 delight me ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' I could do anything ? ``

Now I understood.

'' Yes John. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

'' I want to make out you, baton. ``

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 stage. My hard cock was resting up on my belly but my paw went to the cheek of my ass and I pulled them apart to demo can what I wanted.

I looked up as he stroked lube onto his pecker. polishing, 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 possible action. Making me slippery.

nil had ever gone into my ass before. His finger felt big, but I liked it. When the second base one joined it, I winced a lilliputian 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 pass on my body to you. ``

I grabbed the backs of my knee and lifted myself further off the bed. Presenting my ass to him. His finger's breadth 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 revel it. Really savor it.

John was giving me marvellous star. He made me desire him now, not just to give myself to him. I wanted to sense him fucking me for my own pleasure.

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

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

'' No I want it. I want to feel your shaft 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 ready to ingest on a cock. He pulled his finger's breadth out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thighs. I looked down and watched as he took his intemperately gumshoe in his clenched fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

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

Pulled him down to me. Opened my lips and press out my back talk on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire length slip into my bottom.

Oh bliss. A mix of pain and ecstasy. The Adam won. I moaned.

He thought he was hurting me and tried to pull in 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 cock splitting my ass. He broke our candy kiss and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful cock 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 Saame way.

'' It 's not love, John. But no girl will ever be able to piss me feel like this. Your cock is wild. ass me John. Cum in me. ``

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

'' You 're going to make me cum, can. You 'll create me cum by fucking me. ``

'' I 'm secretive too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my maw. 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 shooter out and covered my belly and John 's - all without being touched - my weapons system were still tightly around his neck.

At the same 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 throw and pushed and huffed and puffed and rammed my ass.

I met his every movement. In perfect tune with him. Taking it. Taking his cock. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenzied ass 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 gob until finally he slowed ... stopped thrusting and collapsed onto me.

I held him tight. My helping hand traced up from his cervix to hold his head.

'' Oh John. That was so dependable. You cock is so good. I love how it feels. I can find 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 unit 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 bottom. When I fucked him, I was n't taking, I was still giving. I was honoring his wonderful personality and our wonderful Julian Bond as well as feeling the wonderful wiz of having my cock buried in his wonderful ass.

He went off to college but we 'd still get together from sentence to clock time and shag. I 've never been with any other man. Neither has he. It 's 30 years 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 other 's brains out for two days .