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From: an97235@anon.penet.fi
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Date: Fri, 13 May 1994 18:03:19 UTC
Subject: Boy diver
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I first met Peter at the scuba club which we both attended and which I 
had recently joined having just moved into the area.  It was in the 
changing rooms and he was coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped 
around his waist.  A honey blonde BOY, he looked very sexy with a 
swimmer's body and his chest was well muscled. At the time, looking at 
his body, I thought he was nearly 15 years old which was only just within 
my preferred age group since I like them a little bit younger, and a bit 
more innocent than that.  But his face looked younger than his body and 
with a snub nose, freckles and his mop of tousled blonde hair now wet and 
mussed up from the shower, he gave off that air of innocence tinged with 
growing awareness that I always find tugs straight at my heart and my 
groin.  I tried to get a look at him naked when he dried himself and got 
dressed but he was a bit away from me and the clothes racks got in the 
way.

That weekend the club went to the coast to dive.  We were staying at a 
campsite near the dive site.  6 of us shared one big tent and I managed 
to make sure that my bed was next to Peter's.  The next morning, I heard 
him about to get up but pretended to be asleep.  He got out of bed 
wearing only pyjama trousers and he took them off facing towards me.  His 
cock was quite swollen and quite long and starting to go stiff.  It was 
about 11 cms long.  He stood there scratching his balls and rubbing his 
foreskin slightly over his knob.  His foreskin was the sort that only 
just covered the whole of his knob;  but this morning with his partial 
early-morning erection his foreskin only reached to half-way up his knob, 
so that the end stuck out, smooth and shiny and, that morning, slightly 
sticky with a hint of what might have been pre-cum.  He stood like this 
for about a minute slowly and gently pulling his foreskin up and down his 
cock but never quite exposing the rim of the head to my lustful gaze.  
Then he slowly pulled on his underpants;  but so slowly as if he knew I 
was watching and wanted to give me a show.  Then when his underpants were 
on he reached inside them and had a good fondle, stood for a few moments  
which allowed me to admire the bulge that his cock and balls made and 
then he quickly got dressed and went outside.

I saw him about over the rest of the weekend but not naked.  But I still 
enjoyed looking at his body and in particular his stomach, chest and legs 
as he walked around in swimming trunks waiting to get in the water.  
Smooth and well made with good muscles but not over too much.  Every 
evening we all sat around drinking beer and talking and I got to know 
Peter a bit better.  It turned out that his fourteenth birthday was 3 
months away.  He had two very much younger brothers who kept his mother 
busy and his father often worked at weekends so it was not always easy 
for him to get to the club or to go on trips to the coast for a dive.  I 
told him that I was happy to give him a lift if he wanted it, since I 
lived very close to his house.

The club was going for a week's diving later that month at a dive site 
about 600 kilometres away and I had decided to borrow a caravan and stop 
half way there so as not to get there too tired.  Peter rang me a few 
days before and asked me for a lift!  On the Friday afternoon we set off 
and drove until about 7 o'clock when we found a campsite. It had been a 
hot day so I suggested to Peter that a hot shower would be the best thing 
before we cooked any food.  I suggested that the shower was big enough 
for both of us to share and he agreed.  So I got a token and we undressed 
and went into the shower.  His cock was not aroused and his foreskin just 
covered the whole of his knob.

We started to wash ourselves; and then I offered to wash his back for 
him.  He said he'd like that but he'd wash mine first.  He washed my back 
but was in a bit of a rush;  so when it was my turn to wash his back I 
thought I'd show how it could be done and see how he would react and if 
the impression I'd had in the tent that he could be willing for some fun 
was correct.

I got some soap and slowly started to wash his back.  I took a lot of 
time over his shoulders and neck before starting to work my way down his 
back. .  I noticed that his cock had started to swell a bit and the knob 
was more visible as it grew and pulled the foreskin back.  When I got to 
his bum I allowed my thumbs to get between his cheeks as if partly by 
accident and as if partly because it was the OK thing for me to wash him 
there;  but I made sure that his arse-hole was well-washed .  His cock 
got a little bit fuller and bigger as I washed him carefully.

Then I moved my hands to the top of his thighs and washed the backs and 
the outside of his legs down to his feet.  They were so smooth and firm 
to my touch and my face, as I bent down, was level with his perfect bum 
and my nose was almost touching it.  I thought of the delightful sight I 
would have if I pulled his cheeks apart and exposed his arsehole to my 
eyes and fingers and tongue.  How it would look all rosy and slightly 
puckered.

Then I started back up his legs but this time with my thumbs along the 
inside:  up over the slim but well-defined calves and then the back of 
his knees and then his thighs which I washed with great care and 
slowness, right to the top.

I moved my hands to his side of his chest and ran them down his body.  
When I got to his hips I ran my hands round to the front so that the 
finger tips almost met and pushed on down until they met his cock.  Down 
and down I went, still pretending that all I was doing was washing him 
although he must have had a fair idea what was going through my mind (but 
it had not got to the 
point where I could not tell him that he was making a mistake.  He was 
starting to get quite stiff (stiffer than he'd been in the tent) but the 
shower was too small and there were other people outside;  and I had 
better ideas for that evening.  I suggested we got out and went back to 
the caravan for a meal.  I went out first and did my best to conceal my 
raging erection...........
(Continued)