Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2011 18:13:59 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Swim Boy and Friends Chapter 1

Swim Boy, and Friends
By Alex Carbine
April 2011

Chapter 1 is just a scene setter, but contains 'the plot'.

	I have been known to drop in for a swim at the local Fitness Centre
on occasion. Never at the same time or day of the week, so it is hardly
habitual, but on the last couple of times I seem to have noticed the same
young lad, a happy-go-lucky 14 year old, who seems to be permanently
smiling and happy.

	Today I literally bumped into him as I was swimming lengths and he
was paddling along on one of the metre square floats that they have
there. I looked up and pushed him gently to one side and he looked down,
smiled and said 'sorry'. But on the return length he was again in my
way. And again on my next length. So I stopped and, standing on the bottom
of the pool, took hold of the float and rotated it until he was facing me.
He was sitting crossed legged, and smiling. I asked him if he was
deliberately getting in my way. He answered that he had seen me a couple of
days ago and liked my swim costume, (Andrew Christian - Almost Naked Sports
Trunk). I must admit this stopped me in my tracks. Then his hands moved to
his own trunks and he adjusted his cock and balls. "It's a N2N Titan
Trunk," he said casually. My eyes could see that whatever it was, he was
filling it nicely.

	So there we were, in the middle of a public baths. Me, a bearded
54, he, a cheeky 14 yo. And he had basically propositioned me. I looked
around to see who was near enough to hear what had gone on. No one. "Are
either of your Parents here?" I asked, looking into his innocent brown
eyes. "Nope," he answered, "Just you and me." He smiled again. "Oh come
on!", he said, "I just like your trunks. I have a thing for them, swim
trunks that is. I looked up yours on the web. They are not available in the
UK, y'know. Never seen them before."

	"I bought them from Andrew Christian's in America and had them
posted over," I told him. "Cost me over ten quid duty as well."

Cool!" was all he said.

"I like your trunks too," I said. "And they are just the right size it
seems." I dried up, wondering if I had gone too far.

"They undo at the front," he said eagerly, his hands moving to the press
studs at the front.

"Not here my friend." I stopped him. "It's a little too public."

"I can show you in the changing cubicles...if you want," he said, his eyes
dancing with promised fun.

"Only if I can walk over to them before my dick hardens totally," I laugh
quietly to him.

"Know what you mean," he said, adjusting himself again.

	Like a fish he slipped off the float and came up next to me. I felt
his hand brush against my semi-hardon as he reached out and took hold of
the float, then as if to push it forwards toward the pool ladder with one
hand, his other hand under the water gently stroked the hardness in my
trunks. Turning his head to me, he sniggered. "Wow! This I must see!" he
said and swam in front of me to the ladder whilst I walked through the
water. As he swung himself up onto the rungs he stopped, showing me the
stretched fabric over his bubble shaped buttocks, then with a heave he
pulled himself up onto the tiled side. I followed him as he went to the
cubicle area, disappearing round a corner. Rounding the same corner I could
see he had entered a family booth,I him in and he locked the door.

	I was not sure what he was doing next, as he dropped quickly to his
knees and put his head to the floor, then I realised he was checking as to
who was in the adjoining booths. He straightened up on his knee and said,
"No one here at all." His head was at my cock height, and his hands
smoothed the front of my trunks as he looked at my bulges. Then he rubbed
my hard cock up and down a few times before pulling my trunks down to
reveal me in all my uncut glory. My purple helmet caught in the waistband
and then my stiff cock flicked up as it was released, almost catching him
in the face. "Careful, you could put an eye out with that," he joked and
then sank his open mouth over my shaft, engulfing it in his hot, wet,
snake-pit.
	To say I was surprised would be an understatement. It had all
happened so quickly that I was totally unprepared for the expert sucking
that I experienced in the following minutes. One hand held my stalk whilst
the other squeezed my bum cheek. His head bobbed up and down whilst his
tongue danced a fandango round my glans. I think at one point he deep
throated me, taking all of my uncut 10 inches without gagging. The hand
holding my cock had wanked and twisted my shaft to reveal my purple head as
he sucked, and I loved the sensation on my sensitive head as he swirled it
round his mouth. Then I could feel my orgasm approaching. "I'm cumming" I
warned him. He looked up into my eyes and nodded OK, and his free hand went
to my balls as they retreated up into their sack under my cock. Then I felt
his finger sliding back and probing my ass ring. I put my foot up on the
changing bench and he pushed it easily into me as I let loose my jism into
his throat. I could feel my anal sphincter spasm round his lazily thrusting
finger as I pumped load after load in to his mouth. I held his bobbing head
and just pushed my cock into his mouth time and again, each time giving him
my sperm cocktail until I ran dry. He finally released my cock, licking it
clean of any remaining spunk, then sat back on his heels. "Not bad! Not bad
at all!" I slumped onto the bench and tried to regain a steady rhythm of
breathing. My trunks were on the floor and my cock was beginning to lose
its stand. He stood up and towered over me. "Now it's your turn," he said
and I reached forward to undo the press-studs that held the cod-piece over
his manhood. As it fell forwards his cock and balls fell out, supported by
the cock ring in the Titan. He had a thin 7 inches, uncut, which was
twitching every other second as he excitedly waited for me to suck him. I
moved forward and smelt his cock. He was clean, even when I pulled his
foreskin back to reveal his purple wonder. I licked round the edge of the
helmet. I could feel how excited he was as his glans flared time and again
at the touch of my tongue, and his shaft was so hard I thought it would
burst. The heat coming from his cock as I took him in my mouth surprised
me, as did his holding the back of my head and stuffing my mouth as hard
and as fast as he could. I tried to pull my head away but he was having
none of it. I put my hands on each cheek and helped him fuck my mouth by
pulling him in, my mouth sliding all the way to the end of his stalk and
back. In next to no time the muscles in his legs and up and down his
stomach had started to tighten. His balls had almost retracted up into his
body, when his thrusting changed pace and I tasted his sweet nectar. His
thrusts now spasmed into me, jerking my head back with their force. Then he
was spent, and stood, bent over me, kissing the top of my head and
saying"Thank you, thank you," over and over again.

	When we heard voices in the area, we pulled our respective trunks
up and, furtively opening the door and looking out, he rushed away, leaving
me to follow. I met up with him at the poolside shower and he said,"We've
gotta do that again!" I told him to meet me, after we changed, at the Café
and I would buy hot chocolates, and over these we swapped e-mail
addresses. We continued to meet and I have no doubt you will read about
some of them.

To be continued ...

Please remember that this is a story of fiction -- honest. No animals
were hurt. The world continues to revolve.

I welcome comments, good or bad. Please send to alex.carbine @sky.com