Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2007 18:28:19 -0800 (PST)
From: adam braddock <hippiegypsy25@yahoo.com>
Subject: More than swimming lessons

Please note that this is a work of fiction.
Also,  if you are not yet 18 please leave, I don't want to be responsible
for corrupting a young mind.
If it is illegal where you are to read this stuff, again, please leave.
If you are offended by this, I don't know why you would be here to start with.
Otherwise,  enjoy.

MORE THAN SWIMMING LESSONS.

Even when I was about 8 or 9, my attention has always been drawn to men.  I
looked forward to going to the YMCA on Saturday morning for swim lessons,
not because I wanted to swim but because the swim instructor would, from
time to time, make body contact, and I would get to see men, or teenagers,
undressed. I would discreetly check out their penises and hope mine would
grow to their length soon.  My name is Chad, and I am now 23 years old.

As I got older, I continued going to the Y, but now I was the swim
instructor at the ripe age of 15.  And I got to make body contact with the
kids that came to me.  I never would be inappropriate with them, but after
lessons, and I went home, they became objects of my fantasies as I jerked
my now grown 6 inch cock into a frenzy and splatter my belly with my cum.

And I still would check out the older guys that came to the Y for
basketball, racquetball or lifting.  Their bodies were far more developed
than mine. They had biceps, I merely had arms; they had 6-pack abs, I had a
one pack. They had hair on their chest, armpits, legs and some in places I
could only imagine. I was still developing.

What happened one Saturday morning in mid-summer, an event that changed my
life.  And, looking back, I really cannot complain.

I had finished teaching my sessions for the day and was sitting in my
bathing suit just killing time and hoping to catch a glimpse at some cock.
Three of my younger students were there fooling around like I did when I
was their age of about 8.  They had come out of the shower and were about
15 feet from me at their lockers.

I sat on the bench by my locker and discreetly watched their naked hairless
bodies.  They did not seem to be conscious of their nakedness and casually
talked while they dried and dressed. I remembered being their age and
looking at their cocks and how I could not wait till my cock would grow and
get hair.  I remembered at that age looking at the teenager's cocks and how
my own 3" penis would get stiff.  And now here I was watching them and now
my dick was growing stiffer. .  I sat on the bench trying to conceal my
growing manhood, which wasn't easy in my Speedos.

I was lost in my thoughts and looking at them I didn't notice another
person enter the locker room.  But I kept looking at the kids their cute
butts, flat hairless bellies and their cocks.

"Enjoying the view?"

I was shocked out of my revere.

My face turning red, I turned away from the kids and ignored the
question. My penis started to deflate.

"Hey don't worry about it. I used to do the same thing.  Hell I would be
looking at you right now if you took off that suit."

My face turned even redder.  I looked at the guy and almost died. He was
about 20 years old, blonde hair that covered his ears, blue eyes, and a
beautiful body that looked like he worked out on a regular basis.  He wore
a skin tight tank top, and loose fitting nylon running shorts. His legs
were muscular and covered with a light cover of hair,

My cock was getting hard once again and I know he could see it as it
stretched my suit.  He pulled off his shirt then stuck his thumbs under the
waist band of his shorts and pushed them down.  He now stood there in a
black jock.  He looked magnificent.  He pulled the supporter down revealing
a beautiful piece of circumcised manhood.  It looked about 5 inches long
and not super thick topped with a patch of blonde hair.  He threw his
clothes in the locker, grabbed a towel and headed to the shower.  "You
coming?" he asked.

I stripped off my swimming attire and grabbed my towel and placing it over
my growing dick; I followed him into the showers.

The showers were arranged along both walls with curtains separating them to
give the person some privacy.  He was already standing with his back to me
under a spray of water when I arrived.  I picked a shower across from him
so that he could see me and I could see him.

He lathered up his body, soap suds flowing down his back and ass.  And what
a fine ass it was.  I stood under the shower spray, watching him.  My cock
continued to grow.  He looked over his shoulder at me and then turned
around, displaying to me his now engorged cock.

It had grown to a nice 7.5 inches.  He was stroking it gently, my heart
raced as blood rushed to my groin.  He was magnificent.  He looked at me
and smiled.  I stared at him. I pumped a handful of the liquid soap from
the dispenser on the wall and began to stroke myself.  He smiled.  I
thought I was going to erupt right then and there.

We put on the display for each other for a few minutes, until he rinsed
himself off and shut off the water.  He grabbed his towel and dried himself
off.  I followed his lead, disappointed that more had not happened, like
being able to watch him jerk off to completion but grateful for the chance
to see a grown man in full splendor.

He left his shower and smiled at me.  I followed him back to the locker
area and watched him as he dried off and dressed.

"You want a soda or something?" he asked

"OK," I replied, thinking he was going to buy me a can out of the vending
machine in the Y.

"Cool, I live about two blocks from here. We can go there and relax a bit."

My thoughts ran wild.  I knew I should go with a strange man to his
apartment where no one knows I am going.  My parents would not be back to
pick me up for several hours since I usually played basketball or hung out
at the Y for a while after giving my lessons. My mind said no but my
hormones said yes.

We quickly dressed.  He put on a pair of cutoffs and I had pair of cargo
shorts and a t-shirt and I followed him out of the building and we walked
the short distance to his place talking as we went. He told me his name was
Jeffrey and he went to the local community college.  He lived on the second
floor of an older home that had been remodeled into three apartments.

He unlocked his door and stepped inside.  I hesitated for a second then
took the step across the threshold.

He went to the refrig and grabbed two cans from the shelf and handed one to
me.  I popped open the can and took a swig.  He invited me to sit down on
the couch and he sat next to me. We talked for a while. He asked me about
what I liked to do, my favorite music, sports, and did I have girlfriend.

He was casual and comfortable to be with.  I relaxed a bit and was at ease
with him.

He set his can on the end table and turned towards me and placed his hand
on my leg.  I jumped a bit and he told me to relax

"I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

I took a deep breath and another swallow of my soda before handing him the
almost empty can which he set on the end table next to his.

His hand returned to my leg. His touch was gentle as he rubbed his
fingertips along my thigh.  My groin tingled as I felt my cock stir to
life.

His fingers traveled higher on my leg, now inching closer to the bottom of
my shorts.  Now up underneath the hem, higher on my leg.  My cock extended
itself down my leg, growing harder and longer with each passing second.
His fingers inched up my leg as my cock inched down.  Now they were only
seconds from meeting.  My heart was beating.  I was beyond the point of no
return.

Contact.  His finger tip touched the sensitive head of my penis.  Pre cum
made the head slick.  He ran his finger tip along the slit, gathering my
juice on it.

He withdrew his hand and put his finger tip to his lips.  His tongue snaked
out and sucked the fluid into his mouth.  His hand returned to my leg and
into my pants.  This time his fingers stroked along the length of my cock.
He had a gentle touch.

He withdrew his hand and reached for the button, unfastening it and pulling
the zipper down.  He tried to pull my clothes down, I lifted my ass off the
couch and he dragged my shorts and boxers down my legs.  My cock sprang
free.

Jeff stopped and admired my 6 inches.  His left hand was on my belly just
above my pubic hair.  He moved it down into my bush and around my boymeat.
He began to stroke it.  I could not help but notice how much nicer his hand
felt wrapped around my pole.  Much more erotic and thrilling.

I decided now was the time for me to reciprocate.  I reached over to his
crotch and felt his hard manhood through the denim material.  I squeezed it
and he responded with a low moan.

He stood and removed his shorts, boxer-briefs and shirt. He stood naked
before me.  His cock stood out away from his body, stiff and engorged with
blood. The head swollen and oozing his own man juice.

I stood up and removed my clothes completely. I was naked in the presence
of another man and I was thrilled.  He moved close to me.  Took me in his
arms and hugged me.  His face came close to mine and our lips met.  His
tongue pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth to him. His tongue
worked into my mouth, running along my teeth and tongue.

Jeff's hands began to explore my body as we kissed. He touched my back and
arms.  His hand went to my butt, his fingers pinching and kneading my
cheeks.  It felt wonderful.

The front of our body's met. Our cocks dueled with each other, spreading
our pre-cum against each others bodies.

Jeff's hands continued to roam, now pinching my nipples, now caressing my
balls.  He dropped to his knees in front of me and his tongue licked the
head of my cock.  My heart beat fast in my chest.  This is what I had
dreamed of for years.  Having a man to be with, sharing our sexual
pleasures.

Jeff opened his mouth and slid his lips surrounded the head of my cock.
His tongue ran around the soft tissue.  Slowly he lowered his mouth down
the length of my prick.  In a short time his nose was buried in my pubic
hair, the end of my cock was buried in his throat.  He backed off my pole,
sucking pre cum out as he withdrew.  Once at the end, he took his mouth off
and his tongue would flick the sensitive head.  Then he would go back down,
repeating the procedure.

Jeff sat me down on the couch and knelt between my legs.

This went on for a while, I was in heaven, but I knew I wanted to taste
him.  But I was enjoying what he was doing so much I could not stop him.
He continued to bob up and down on my cock, his fingers gently massaging my
balls.  Soon, I could feel that old sensation deep in my groin. I knew it
was only seconds before I would cum. My semen be flowing from deep within
me.

"I'm cumming," I tried to warn Jeff.  But he was not listening to me, he
simply kept sucking and bobbing on me.

Countless times I have laid in my bed, fantasizing about having someone
suck me off, then depositing my load of hot cum on my belly. This time
looked like it was going to be different.

I tensed up, my body tightened in anticipation to my explosion.  At the
last second, Jeff pulled off my cock as the first stream of the white fluid
shot from my cock tip.  It flew threw the air and landed on my chest.

Jeff immediately plunged back onto my cock taking the ensuing loads into
his mouth.  After five of six volleys, I stopped cumming. Jeff lifted his
face from my groin and smiled at me.

He found the puddle of my juice on my chest and licked it off with his
tongue.  He came face to face with me and began to kiss me.  He forced his
tongue into my mouth and shared my cum with me.  I swallowed it without
thinking and savored the taste.  I wanted him now.

Without hesitation, I had Jeff sit down and assumed my position at his
feet.  I grabbed his rigid dick and put my lips to the tip.  I tasted the
sweetness of his precum and then followed what he had done to me, sucking
him deep into me.  I gagged the first time his cockhead hit the back of my
throat.  But in no time I had mastered the art of breathing while having a
cock buried in my throat.

I licked and sucked the length of the beautiful manhood I had before me.  I
played with Jeff's balls while I sucked him.  In a few minutes Jeff was
ready to give me his load.

 "Oh, shit, Chad, I am going to blow.  Your mouth is so fucking good,
you're going to make me cream."

"Oh fffffuuuuuccccckkkk"

With that I felt his cock pulsate and his balls tighten and then his cock
erupted in my mouth.  I swallowed quickly as a second and third blast of
his jis shot into my mouth.  My mouth filled and then began to drip from
the corner of my mouth.

Cum dripped down my chin as Jeff finally finished unleashing his semen.
Jeff pulled me up to him and licked his cum off my chin and swallowed it.

"You are fucking good, man, you can suck my cock anytime." Jeff said.

"You are pretty good yourself," I told him.  "Can we do this again next
week?" I asked.

"Any time you want, any time at all.  You can feed me your cock and I will
feed you mine.

For the next three Saturday's, Jeff and I met after swimming lessons and
spent an hour or two enjoying each other's bodies and cocks.  It was
absolutely fabulous.  After the first month, I simply met Jeff at his
apartment.

We undressed and began to suck on each other.  He was going down on me and
his fingers were playing with my balls and rubbing the spot between them
and my ass.  Soon his finger was pressing against my hole.

 "Interested in trying something new?"

"Hell yes," I said, having a funny feeling I knew where we were going with
this.

"OK, slide forward on the couch so your ass is hanging on the edge."

I did as he said.  He lifted my legs over his shoulders and began to lick
on my balls, then moving on to my pink hole.

His tongue licked around the tiny opening.  I could feel my sphincter
contracting involuntarily with each touch.  His tongue began to invade the
tiny opening.  He forced his tongue into me. It felt so good, I wanted
more.

"Fuck me, Jeff.  I want your cock inside my ass!"

Jeff pulled himself up and positioned himself between my legs.  His cock
was harder than I had ever seen it.  He reached under the couch and got a
tube of lubricant.  He smeared some on my ass then on his cock.  He aimed
his head at my hole and pushed slightly.  It hurt as the head opened up my
ass.

Jeff stopped, giving me a chance to adjust to invasion.  Once I had gotten
used to it, he continued pressing forward, just a little at a time,
stopping, then starting again.

In a few minutes, I was fully impaled by him.  I felt like I was going to
explode, but it felt so damned good.

"Oh yes, Jeff, fuck me.  Slam that cock into me.  I want to get fucked hard
and long"

Jeff began to move back and forth in and out of me.  I was in ecstasy.

Jeff rocked back and forth, his cock jamming into me.  A few more minutes
and Jeff quickened his pace.  I could tell by the look on his face he was
getting ready to cum.

Slam slam his balls were slapping against my ass.

With one final thrust, Jeff drove his cock into me and froze.  He was
pumping me full of his love juice.  Breeding me.  Filling me to
overflowing.

Exhausted he withdrew his shrinking penis from me and fell back on the
floor.

I crawled off the couch and laid next to him, and kissed him long and hard.

"Thank you," I said

"No, thank you."

He rolled onto his belly and then got onto his knees, lifting his ass high
into the air.

"Take me." He ordered.

I grabbed the lube and squirted his ass and my cock.  I knelt behind him
and lined up my cock head and his ass hole.  I pushed forward, getting just
a little resistance from Jeff.  I persisted, finally getting my head inside
him.  I knew I would not last long.  I pushed forward and slide my entire 6
inches into him.

I pulled back out, leaving just my cock tip inside him, then slide back
into him.  I was right it wasn't going to take long.  I felt my balls
working, delivering my load.  I pumped in and out, until I fired my sperm
deep inside his bowels.

After withdrawing, Jeff and I laid together on the floor, wrapped in each
others arms. I felt warm and safe with Jeff.