Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 01:54:43 +0000
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: part 2 of   Re: Swimmin

By the time I got home later that morning, I was as hard as a rock and
almost ran to the bathroom to jack off.  I had been replaying the night
before over and over in my head.  Most vivid was the sight of Greg's hand
riding up and down on his dick. I could see the skin bunch and stretch with
each stroke.  The head of his dick curling down just a bit on the
downstroke. His tanned thin fingers gripping tightly his dick.  I saw
Greg's low hanging balls flop up and down, slapping his inner thighs.  His
dick seemed to tower above us and his stroke length was huge.  His piss
tube stuck out so much on the underside of his dick.

I kept my eyes shut, my head leaned back, as I jacked off hard and fast.  I
was aching being that horny and I rushed to get some relief.  I didn't
bother to try to catch it with towels, socks, or TP, I just let the cum
fly.  I tried to keep jacking off as I shot cum all over and only stopped
when my dick became so sensitive that I was flinching each time my hand
touched the head of my dick.  Once empty, I stayed there, slumped down,
almost unconscious but still thinking about jacking off with Greg and
swimming naked with the girls.

I didn't get to see Greg for the next few days, but the thoughts of that
night and of things to come stayed in my mind.  I kept getting boners all
day long.  It really didn't take that much for me to get hard, waking up
would do it, riding in a car, laying in the sun, reading the dictionary,
all would do it.  These boners were harder, longer, and made my balls
ache. A semi-hard dick would make me think about that night, then I would
get even harder.  I stole away as much as I could to jack off.  My mother
thought I must have had diarrhea because I was running to the bathroom so
much.

This was not my first time, but my interest in sex and such things had
never been stronger.  My experience with boys had been limited to just one
other, other than some playing around as real little kids.  With girls, I
was almost as inexperienced as I was with boys.  I had all kinds of visions
of what I could do with them, some physically impossible but in my
inexperienced imagination possibilities seemed endless.

I finally hooked up with Greg several days later and we broke loose from
the others to go swimming at his place.  We didn't talk that much as we ran
by my house to pick up my swimsuit.  And the conversation in the pool was
all over the place, mostly non-sexual in any way.  But I stared at his
body.  I loved he way the cool water covered his chest, a thin silvery
coating over his bronzed body.  Drops of water were hanging from his hard
nipples.  A half a dozen dark hairs were growing from the middle of his
chest.  My eyes strained to see his dark blue swimsuit under the water.  I
wanted to see if his boner was as hard as the one I was carrying.

We talked about stuff and carefully skirted around what went on a few
nights earlier.  Then we did start talking about getting the girls to come
back over.  Sometime when we could all get naked again.  We considered all
the possibilities when we could be sure no adults would walk in on us.  We
thought we would need a lot of time since we calculated the odds of
actually fucking the girls as very high.  Greg asked me if I could fuck a
girl with him watching or with him and Missy watching.  I answered by
saying that if I could jack off with him, I could be fucking with him and
Missy around.  Greg immediately seized the opportunity and asked me if I
wanted to go do it.  Go into his room and jack off.  I said let's go and
didn't breathe again until we were behind locked doors in his bathroom.  He
pointed and noticed that I was already hard and ready to go.  Even with us
about to strip and jack, I got a little embarrassed by having a boner.  The
water warmed up in the shower, we pulled down our swimsuits, Greg stepped
into the shower, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me in.  I felt a jolt of
electricity go through my body from the simple touch of his hand.

My dick was straight out, straining to get even harder, it was throbbing
with my heartbeat, it looked to be dancing.  Greg and I stood there, boners
side by side, and I loved the look of two dicks so close together.  Mine
looked angrier, his skin was smoother and softer looking.  His dick head
was darker but very good looking with a beautiful curve.

My hand grabbed hold of my own dick and started a little stroking, a little
fingering of my balls, and then full stroke jacking off.  My eyes were
amazed as they moved from watching Greg jacking to my own dick.  Greg's
belly was tight muscles, his dark black pubes lay flat on his smooth belly.
His boner erupted from his fist on each downstroke.  The shower water
splashed loudly with the rhythm of the stroking.

While I was building to a cum, I was brought the edge when our dick heads
touched.  At first by accident and then intentionally.  As skin met skin, I
felt the convulsions streak through me. I moaned at the touch and made
noises I had never made.  There was no holding this cum and I shot long and
hot streams.  They landed on Greg's belly and chest and he even moved out
of the stream of water to keep the cum in place.  His laugh was a sign at
how much he enjoyed it.  I was out of cum when he went into high gear.  His
fist flying, dick flopping, balls bouncing, eyes closed, head back, biting
his lip, Greg thrust his hips forward and out shot the whitest cum I have
ever seen.  It didn't fly all the far but stayed it large globs.  I moved
my leg so that some would fall on me.  I felt hot.  I felt sexy.  It felt
great in my fingers.


I was going to write some more, more about how the summer progressed, more
about the next midnight swim with the girls, more jacking.  But I need to
go jack off right now.  It seems like a good place to end this one here.  I
hope this is enjoyable.  Email me and let me know what you think.
Kebo_t@hotmail.com