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

Everyone made me welcome because cypher else relished the extra education the Individual medley requires.

I was the only Jnr there and manager 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 metre together in the kitty 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 coolheaded and well-liked. He always had the cutest girlfriends in schooltime. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

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

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

'' Uh, thanks, John. I like you, too. '' I answered.

I opened the car threshold and climbed out.

'' See you tomorrow, then. ``

I closed the room access and he drove away. That was kind of odd, I thought. It 's not the kind of matter male child usually say to each other out of the amobarbital sodium. But then I got in and had my meal with the folks and finished my prep and played on the computer and did n't think any more about it.

The next week, John made a hypnotism about improving my times.

'' Have you thought about shaving you physical structure, billy goat ? almost of the guys on the squad do. ``

I knew that top swimmers shave their hair for the sake of speed and I 'd noticed in the shower that my teammate did too.

evening their pubic hairsbreadth. They were all smooth all over.

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

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

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

As usual I wanted to follow his suggestions and gain his approval, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made hear my scoop to get off all the hair from my leg and weaponry. There was no fuzz on my pectus. There was just a piffling line of hair from my pubic bone 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.

'' full job, nightstick. '' he told me, and was looking me over.

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

He knelt down and started running his thenar up and down my stage. It felt weird but I liked him touching me.

I felt my stopcock Begin to stiffen.

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

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

The meter were pretty a lot exactly the same though, when can 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 common people think it was unearthly ? ``

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

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

I was pleased to be able to spend clip alone with John. I 'd thought about when he 'd secern me he liked me and realized I had some variety of compaction on him. Not like the puppy love I had on some of the senior female child in the swim team.

So sexy in their pie-eyed body courting with their nasty consistence underneath. I had been thinking about them in my nearly intimate common soldier present moment since the first training session.

Or my French teacher ... she was sexy and decent and all the boys in my yr felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she 'd drop something in stratum and plication over to clean it up ... screwing ... when she 'd straighten back up half the male child in class would be fidgeting in their prat to adjust their hardons. No way she did n't have it off 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 nursing home to let them know I 'd be doing excess training and John drove us to his house.

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Can you keep a hugger-mugger ? ``

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Promise. What is it ? ``

He smiled a wicked smiling. `` A moving picture I made. ``

'' Yeah. Great. ``

I assumed it was for mass medium work form. 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 elbow 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 blonde Junior and I had the hots for her, so my pursuit was piqued. She was just walking through the park and smiling at the camera.

Then she was in this same room. Saint John the Apostle 's bedchamber. 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 take care ? ``

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

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

She played with her titties and spread her wooden leg. The camera angle was from the end of the bed looking up between her open thighs.

'' Suzie 's moderately dirty ! ``

'' Hey that 's my lady friend you 're dissing ! '' he laughed `` Yeah she 's a fucking slut. She 'll have it off anyone. ``

I watched as Suzie 's fingers rubbed her bald pussy and flicked over her clit. I watched as her finger went between the back talk of her pussy. I watched Suzie masturbate. Watched her finger's breadth going into her snatch. 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 snatch ? You want to savor ? It tastes practiced .'And then finally ... 'come on, I want your cock'.

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

Suzie was moaning.

Then she took control of the camera and now the Angle was from her point of survey. I watched as she panned up and I saw John 's grimace for the number one 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 cock onto Suzie 's sweet tits. And ... scene.

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

'' shag ! That was hot. You 're so lucky 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 thumb her kitty, and another who had sucked me off.

But neither had let me love them. I was still a virgin in that department.

'' OK well that was a little 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 school, it felt odd to get undressed in his sleeping room with him next door. I pulled on my speedos, went into the steamy lav and stepped into the cascade. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped right on back out, but he said not to worry, he was just finished shaving himself.

'' semen on, let 's get the last of your fuzz off. ``

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

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

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

His hands moves over my musculus pectoralis. I felt him linger on my nipples. It felt nice, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right.

'' Saint John the Apostle ... ''

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

He went to his knees and his hands went to my legs. The liquid ecstasy made it easy for him to discover the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His trace made me aroused. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed.

'' All done. Thanks, John Lackland. ``

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

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

'' You know. ``

His hired man reached up and he hooked the straw man of my swim costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his stopcock was semi-hard. My os pubis were exposed and the palm of his hand brushed against my own hardening shaft. I needed to get out of there.

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

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

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

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

I 'd pretty a good deal shut him down. I turned off the urine and John stood. He was very close. Naked and smooth and wet and I sensed his chubby rubbing against the figurehead of my briefs. I moved away and out of the rain shower, turning my cover to him to hide my hard-on. Although he was obviously cognisant 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 light of me rebuffing his pass.

'' Yeah. Thanks. We 'll see tomorrow. ``

I was toweling myself dry and had to sneak down my speedos. I could feel his eyes on me as I bent down. Then John said `` Oh man, sorry billystick. 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 favorable pat. ``

'' That 's OK. ''

It HAD stung but I did n't want to yawp about it. Horseplay the exhibitor was zero 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 impudently shaved legs.

'' It 'll take it finger better. ``

I do n't make out 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 unguent, from my mortise joint to the tops of my thighs.

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

Now I wanted him to, or I wanted to touch on it myself, but that would birth to await. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get habitation. He dressed too and labour 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 time. He turned to me and asked

'' Can I tell you a undercover, Billy ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

'' Sure, whoremaster. You can trust me. I 'd never state. ``

'' I like you. ``

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

'' No. That 's the hugger-mugger. I like you. Like ... like. ``

'' I like you too, John. ``

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

'' Yeah, I just saw the evidence at your position. 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 John. I 'm cool. ``

We said auf wiedersehen 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 tool. And I was thinking about Suzie. Naked. Fingering herself. Watching her getting fucked.

And that should accept been what got me off ... but then I was thinking about John. My paladin, lavatory. And his touch. Feeling his hands on my trunk. 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 finger 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 minutes I was stroking myself again, feeling my cum smeared all over the duration of my cock 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 import 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 time. I thought of him touching me. Stroking my cock.

cerebration of his manpower touching my consistency. 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 legs ... fucking my ass.

trick. Fucking my ass.

I wanted can. Wanted to delight him. Give myself to him, if he wanted.

I came again. Shooting my cum onto the towel.

Next week came along and on Tuesday as St. John and I finished up our training sitting and he was about to drive me dwelling house I asked him ...

'' St. John, do you think it 's fourth dimension for another shave ? ``

He understood.

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

'' will you assist me ? ``

'' Oh yes, he-goat. I would get laid to. ``

We said no more as he drove to his 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 finish Nox. ``

'' So .... ''

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

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

'' Yes lavatory, like you do. But I like you too, St. John the Apostle. More than just a booster. ``

'' What should we do about it ? ``

'' I want to please you. ``

He held me in his strong implements of war. I hugged him back. He leaned his nous down to me and I turned my font 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 need me. And he did.

I melted in his weapon system as his tongue entered my oral fissure. 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 wooden leg and toilet nestled between them. Kissing me.

I felt his cock rubbing mine through our jeans.

I bent my stage and lifted them up so he was rubbing his putz against the base of my heavy tool and I felt his duration against my ass.

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

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

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

My hand went to spellbind his stiff penis. Oh heaven. I was stroking him and felt his mitt 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 you, John ? '' I asked.

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

inclination over his lap. Holding his cock in my hand, I lowered my promontory and took his beautiful penis into my sassing. It was severe and rubbery and wonderful.

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

With one manus I gripped the base of his rooster, so it would n't go in too oceanic abyss, with the other handwriting I caressed and fondled his smooth balls.

All the while, my rim were wrapped around his grueling meat, tongue exploring the duration, tracing the flange of his overgorge helmet.

Sucking.

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

'' No Billy you 're wonderful. I do n't require 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 Gospel According to John. Anything. You can do anything. ``

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

'' I want to fuck you, truncheon. ``

I looked up into his eyes.

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

I spread my legs. My hard cock was resting up on my belly but my script went to the cheeks of my ass and I pulled them apart to bear witness St. John what I wanted.

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

And he bent down and his fingers found my anus. Covering my posterior with slippery lube. 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 second one joined it, I winced a fiddling and he pulled out again.

'' Sorry, truncheon, 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 spinal column of my human knee 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 sec one now. '' I told him.

Felt a second fingerbreadth going up inside me. Relaxed and began to revel it. Really revel it.

Saint John was giving me marvelous sensations. He made me want him now, not just to pass myself to him. I wanted to feel him fucking me for my own pleasure.

'' roll in the hay me John. I want it. ``

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

'' No I want it. I want to find 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 accept on a turncock. He pulled his digit out of my ass and knelt between my stretched-wide thighs. I looked down and watched as he took his hard peter in his fist and positioned it against my recently stretched anus.

His cock was juicy than the two finger that he 'd had inside me, but I did n't care. The present moment I felt the school principal of his hammer Menachem Begin to get into me I reached up and put my weaponry around his neck.

Pulled him down to me. Opened my sass and conjure my backtalk on his. At the same time I hunched my ass up off the bed and felt his entire duration slip 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 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 osculation and leaned down, whispering as he drove his wonderful prick deeper into my volition 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 love, King John. But no girl will ever be capable to take a leak me sense like this. Your cock is fantastic. screwing me John. Cum in me. ``

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

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

'' I 'm close too ''

He moved faster. Harder. Driving himself into my hole. 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 shot out and covered my belly and Saint John the Apostle 's - all without being touched - my arms were still tightly around his neck.

At the Sami prison term 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 thrust and pushed and huffed and puffed and rammed my ass.

I met his every movement. In everlasting tune with him. Taking it. Taking his peter. Feeling and loving every bit of his frenetic piece of tail of my virgin bottom.

And he filled me with his cum. barb his seed into me until I felt it trickling round his tool and down the gap 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 work force traced up from his neck to hold his head.

'' Oh trick. That was so effective. You cock is so upright. I love how it feels. I can palpate 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 felicitous for the unit of my Jnr 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 adhesiveness as well as feeling the tremendous sensation of having my turncock buried in his wonderful ass.

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