Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 23:00:46 +1000
From: Lake
Subject: The Swimming Pool, The Boy and Me pt 1

The disclaimer!!!

These writings are a work of fiction, the adult and boy exist only in the
imagination of the author.  Consensual, sexual acts between an adult and a
minor do occur and, therefore, if it is against the law of your country
don't precede any further.  Of course, if you like a bit of titillation
then....read on.

I'm gay but I never knew I was attracted to what the general public would
term as "little boys" until I started to exceed in years the age of the
people I would fantasize about.  At first this took a while to get used to
- I mean, wasn't I becoming the kind of person society scorned?  Then it
dawned on me, I couldn't help my attractions any more then I could help
being gay, it's not as if I'd ever actually be with aboy....is it?

I think it's a cliche to say that being gay comes hand in hand with keeping
fit, but it's a cliche I seem to gel with (though that's as far as cliches
between gay men and me go!).  I'm tall and built and I work out and swim a
lot in order to keep this look.  Swimming plays a great part in my life, I
swim competitively and for pleasure, but it was when I was partaking in the
latter activity that my fantasies turned to something more and I crossed a
line that many wouldn't and shouldn't cross.

I remember that on that day, the weather and my mood were all telling me to
NOT go swimming and that I should stay home but and call some mates.
However, my lazy self had done little fitness all week, so to the pool I
went.  I rarely went swimming at the weekend as these days were usually my
day of rest, because of this, I was unprepared as to how busy the pool
would actually be.  There were people everywhere, mostly people who
couldn't swim for shit and were taking up lanes simply for the sake of it.
To my delight, though, a boys swim school took two of the lanes up; the all
looked under 11 and were cute as hell in their Speedos.  I purposefully
shifted lanes so that I could swim next to theirs...if I could have got
aroused whilst swimming I would have (anyone that says they can is either
lying or just not exercising hard enough....you can't get hard when you
work out!).

Shortly after I'd done a little over half my laps, the swim school finished
and I watched as the boys got out of the water and mingled with each other
at the side.  The water that dripped from their bodies accentuated their
torsos and I wondered if I was the only adult in the pool that lusted after
these boy gods.  I watched how they giggled with each other and touched
each other playfully and innocently - how I wanted to be with one of them
and slide my hand up their smooth thigh towards what I could only imagine
was boy heaven.  My staring was getting too obvious though and soon a
parent was bound to notice so I completed my laps and decided to leave.

To my happiness, when I reached the change room there were a few boys still
there - the stragglers of the group who were too busy talking about the
latest episode of fuck knows what, rather than getting down to the business
of getting changed and going home.  I wasn't complaining though, and took
my stuff over to a place where I could get a good view and, if I got hard,
could get away with not being seen.  To my surprise, next to me was the
slowest boy of the lot - he hadn't even slipped out of his Speedos yet,
because he was his yakking to his friends too much.  I knew that by
standing near him, I was sure of getting a glimpse of something that I'd
only, as yet, seen on the internet.

It soon came to my attention that this boy was hot - I hadn't really
noticed it at first because I was too busy checking out everyone else and
deciding where I should change.  He was about 5 foot, short brown hair,
very cheeky smile, lovely nipples, tight stomach and silky smooth thighs.
He was, for want of a better word, perfect.  I should have gone directly to
the showers but stalled myself on purpose and rifled through my bag, as if
looking for something.  As I did so, I began to feel a rise in my cock,
nothing too great (blood was still going back to that area after my
exercise) but I knew that an awakening was occurring.  I could stall no
more, I had to go to the showers, so just as I was about to slip out of my
speedos the boy turned and looked at me, and for some ridiculous reason I
looked him straight back and said "hi"!  Great, I thought, that's all you
need....bring attention to yourself, then just as you get naked and fully
hard his parents walk in!!  To my amazement the boy said "hi" in return and
gave me a coy little smile and then turned back to his friends who were all
now beginning to leave.

At this point, it was fair to say, my heart was beating so fast I thought
it was going to come out of my mouth.  My cock was slowly beginning to get
bigger, too, and this was a dangerous thing because that's when the dick
takes over the area that the brain usually looks after.....reason.  A few
factors began to come into play that my mind/dick were thinking too much
about: the boy had liked me, he had said "hi", plus the room was thinning
out.  I decided that there would be no better time to show a boy what a
semi erect penis looked like.  It didn't phase me that beyond that door his
parents were in wait for him, or that someone else could see what I was
attempting to do; right now my dick was in charge of my head and there was
little I could do about it.

I slipped out of my Speedos to reveal a semi hard, 7inch uncut penis and I
began to towel down my back for no other reason then for when he turned
back around he would get a eye full.  Turn back round he did and his eyes
rested fully on my dick and in that instant I became fully erect and it was
at that moment that my brain switched back on: here I was in a public
change room, naked, fully erect with a "little boy" not 5 feet from me.  I
immediately covered myself up, smiled at him and made straight for the
showers.

I was cursing to myself, how could I be so stupid?  I could have been
caught, seen by anyone!  Slowly it dawned on me, though, the change room
was emptying out, not filling up and the boy....he smiled when he saw me
naked, he didn't call to his parents.  No matter the fight that was going
on in my mind, I needed to beat off so that I could leave this place
feeling slightly normal about myself.  I went into one of the far end
shower cubicles and began to jerk off.

I heard someone else enter and so I stopped feeling myself up and looked
through the gap in the door that I'd purposefully left open just to see if
my boy had followed me in.  To my astonishment, in the cubicle opposite me
there he was, the boy I'd just revealed myself too.  He stood underneath
the shower and let the water drip down his body and to the floor.  He was
wearing his Speedos and a huge grin on his face that was directed solely
towards me.  By this time I had turned directly toward him, my hand was
slowly jerking my dick off and I was smiling back with as much ferocity as
he to me.  It was in that moment that, after seeing if the coast was clear,
I left my cubicle and crossed to his and locked the door behind me.

There I was, at the age of 23, naked and alone with a boy who had, in my
opinion, practically invited me into his cubicle.  All at once my head was
full of nothing and everything at the same time.  I kneeled down in front
of him and rested my hand on his shoulder and again uttered the word "hi"
to which, again, he whispered back "hi".  Right now, I was safe, there was
an imaginary line drawn in the sand and though my foot was over it, I had
not yet crossed it.  I asked him how old he was, his reply was "8".  I
could've died there and then - he was 8 and I was touching him, and
thinking about doing more.  Then I asked the question I had to ask - it's
answer would decided just how far I'd actually go; "Are your parents here?"

  "No", he answered, "they're at work".  That was all I needed to
hear....that line was about to not only be crossed, but raced over!

I'd been with many men my age before, but I obviously had no experience
with an 8yo boy.  How many people do?  Without much thought, I kissed him
on the lips and though he didn't kiss back, he didn't pull away either.  I
told him he looked beautiful and began to kiss his chest and nipples....he
moaned, or at least I thought he moaned.  I looked up and saw him smile and
I knew that I could proceed.  I began to kiss further down his torso, to
his belly and then slowly slid his speedos off to reveal a 2inch, hard as
rock penis which I devoured immediately.  His balls were still years from
forming and so I could easily suck his penis as well as the tiny sac that
hung beneath it.  He was uncut and his foreskin was so tight around his
little head that it could barely move back.  As I began to suck some more,
I definitely heard him moan.  At the same time I heard voices come in and
two men began to shower in cubicles near to us.  I had to stop, and
whispered in the boy's ear "this is too dangerous here, I'm sorry".  The
boy nodded at me and I felt I needed to reassure him so added "I really
like you".  He nodded back at me and smiled and so I kissed him again but
this time he opened his mouth and let my tongue in.  Though it was obvious
he had no idea what a French kiss was given that his tongue didn't play
with mine, it was still the hottest kiss I'd ever had and though it only
lasted mere seconds, it was one I would always remember.  His small mouth
was wet and warm.  My left hand was cupped around his bubble arse and my
index finger was stroking what I could only imagine was the pinkest,
smoothest virgin hole going.

I pulled his speedos up for him and opened the door so that he could leave
which he did and after a few moments I followed so as to not attract
suspicion.  We changed next to one another in silence but shared knowing
glances at one another.  We left the pool together and began to speak.  I
told him that I was sorry for what happened but that I really liked him but
that he couldn't tell anyone about it.  He agreed and seemed sad not to
have been able to do more.  I asked him if he came swimming often and he
said he did, so I asked him if he wanted to meet up again....he said he
did.  I had to ask him the burning question, though, after all this boy was
8 not 18....why did he come onto me?  His answer was simple, he didn't
know, he had just wanted to.  I told him it was a shame we couldn't find
somewhere more private so that we could do more with each other to which he
reminded me that his parents were at work and his house was empty......