Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2006 17:30:15 EST
From: LuzRojo (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: Swimwear (T/t)

"Swimwear" (T/t)
A True Story by "Danny"
As told to Luz Rojo

E-mail: luzrojo at America Online.

[Be sure and replace the last part with the usual "@aol.com."  Broken up
here to avoid automatic spam systems that harvest e-mail addresses in
public postings.]

Introduction:

This story is by someone who wishes to remain anonymous.  We'll call him
"Daniel" here.  He was the boy in this story, which is based on an event
that actually happened in his life.  It is not meant to encourage or
condone this sort of behavior.  This is merely one man sharing a fond
experience he enjoyed many years ago in his youth and his hope that you'll
enjoy it too.

The authors would love to hear your comments.  Both authors can be reached
via the e-mail address listed above.

Enjoy.

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"Swimwear" (T/t)
A True Story by "Danny" (as told to Luz Rojo)

This actually happened when I was 15 and in high school.

I attended an all boys' school. I worked in the library and the bookstore
during last period, which for me at the time was supposed to be Physical
Education. The great part was I got to skip gym class.  The bad part was I
had a "chore" list from the PE teacher of things I had to do every Tuesday
and Thursday after school.  During this year our gym was under construction
so I had to walk over to the recreation center of a nearby college to use
its facilities to complete my list.  Basically it was a series of exercises
and workout items, including swimming laps, which I needed to complete and
turn in on a weekly check-off list.

On one particular day I had done all my sit-ups and pushups and the only
item left was to swim six laps in the pool.  For my workout I'd worn my
blue school PE shorts, a jockstrap, a t-shirt, tennis shoes and socks.
When I got to the locker I took my shirt, shoes and socks off and put them
in my basket.  Since I didn't actually have a swimsuit I just grabbed a
towel and headed for the pool to do my laps wearing only my gym shorts and
the jock underneath.

The pool at this college was a regular lap pool with a diving area.  There
were only four people and a lifeguard there that day, so it was pretty
quiet.

I dove in the pool and began doing my laps.  I had swum one lap, flipped
and swam back, flipped again and was about mid-way down when I heard
someone yelling.

"Hey! Hey!"

It was the guy in the lane next to me trying to get my attention.  I
couldn't hear him so I slowed down and treaded water to see what was up.

He swam over and said, "I think you lost something."

I said, "What?"

He then held up my blue PE shorts.

I felt my whole body turn lobster red!  I'd been swimming in just my jock
strap, with no shorts on, and I hadn't even noticed!  I'd been so
concentrating on my breathing and strokes I hadn't even been aware of
anything else.  I instantly glanced around to see if any one else could see
me.  I was lucky.  It seemed no one else had noticed.  I was in the clear.

He handed me my shorts and I quickly put them on.  I was so embarrassed.

The man said he'd been up on the board diving when he saw the whole thing
happen from above.  He introduced himself as Jonathan and commented on how
great my swimming was.  I thanked him, then swam off to finish my required
laps.  Man, I sure lost my concentration.  I finished my laps quickly.

I headed back to the locker room, grabbed some shampoo and made for the
showers.  I was glad to be alone after what had happened; I think I was
still bright red from embarrassment.  I turned on the shower, pulled off my
shorts and jock, rinsed them off and proceeded to shampoo my hair.  That's
when I heard a familiar voice say, "Hey streaker."

I turned to see Jonathan walking into the shower.  He was around
19-years-old, about 6' tall and I'd guess about 170lbs. He had dark, very
short hair and brown eyes.  He had a beautiful body and was totally
muscular with a swimmer's build.

"Thanks," I said, smiling back at him.

"Nice name, huh?" he said.

"Yeah," I replied, "but I prefer Danny."

We laughed for a moment.  I rinsed my hair then turned away from him and
washed the rest of my body.

I was almost done when I turned around and saw him finish untying his
swimsuit, then pull it down.  I know I just stared!  His dick was soft but
pretty large.  He had a small amount of black hair above it but something
was different. I didn't know what but he had, like, extra skin at the end.
I had never seen that before.  I know I kept looking at it because I was
confused, then I remember thinking, I better not stare.  I felt a tinge of
sexual excitement and the blood starting to go to my dick.  I grabbed my
towel and headed to my basket.  Phew got away just in time!

I dressed, combed my hair, and headed for the snack bar.  I turned around
and ran right into Jonathan. Thwack!

Again, I was so embarrassed.  He laughed and said I needed to concentrate
more.  I agreed.  We talked for a little and he asked if I wanted to go to
the hamburger stand that was down the block.  I told him I only had enough
for bus fare home and I couldn't.  He suggested that it would be okay if he
bought me a burger.  I agreed and off we went.

We must have talked for 45 minutes.  The hamburger and coke were great and
he was so nice.  I learned he was a pre-med student and had just moved
here.  After we were done eating we just kept talking about school and
stuff.  He was a swimmer in high school and now had taken up diving.  He
loved the water and, again, he commented on how great my swimming was, but
that I needed to work on my arms a little.  I agreed.

"You could also use a different swimsuit," he added with a laugh and a roll
of his eyes

 I could feel myself turning red again.  I liked his sense of humor but he
sure embarrassed me a lot!

Then he said, "Hey, I might have some old suits in my stuff.  You want to
stop by my apartment and see?  It's only a couple blocks away."

I looked at my watch, thought about the bus schedule, and remember
thinking, 'why not?'  I said okay and we headed off to his place.

Jonathan had a small studio apartment with a workout bench, weights and a
chin up bar.  It was kind of messy but I didn't care.  We sat and talked
and I asked him a bunch of questions about exercises, the right way versus
the wrong way, just general chat.

Eventually he got up, went to one of his drawers and dug in the back.  He
pulled out four different lap suits.  They all looked well used but not
worn out.  The first one was too big.  I told him my waist was a 28 or size
S.  He then handed me the only one that was a 28.  All the others were
bigger.  It was royal blue, nylon I think, with a drawstring and an extra
panel in the front.  He told me to try it on.

I felt a moment of panic. I didn't want to undress in front of him!  Then I
spotted the bathroom.  I headed in there and shut the door.  I took off my
school clothes and tried on the suit.  It fit great!

I yelled out, "This fits fine!" then started to take it off.

"Lemme see.  Come on out and show me," Jonathan called back.

I thought 'oh man.'  At that point I was a little shy but I remember
thinking, what the heck, I'd just been in the shower with him!  It should
be okay.  I opened the door and came out.

Jonathan came over and knelt down in front of me, then ran his finger under
the waistband.  After close and careful inspection he pronounced it a
"great fit."

I started back toward the bathroom when Jonathan said, "Let me teach you
some exercises that are good for your swimming."

He took off his shirt and shoes until he was standing there in just his
nylon shorts.  Even then I remember thinking his body was in such great
shape!  I certainly felt he knew about keeping buff and I could benefit
from any exercise tips he might want to share.

He showed me his chin up bar first, helping me up to it.  He spotted me by
putting his hands around my bare waist, then stood behind me as he had me
do several pull-ups.  After that he let me work a bit with some weights for
my arms.  He touched me a lot, but it was all in a friendly, helpful way.
Nothing seemed inappropriate to me at the time and he never touched me in
any way that I didn't like.

Then, when I was doing sit-ups, he put his hand on my bare stomach.  I felt
a jolt of electricity as he kept his hand there while I went up and down.
One time, as his hand was pressed to my stomach, his fingers went slightly
under my waistband.

I was starting to get concerned, not about what he was doing, but that I
might start to get hard and that would be bad!  Quickly I started to think
about baseball and football and other things to change my blood flow.

By this time my whole body was aching from swimming and all this muscle
stuff.  We had both worked up quite a sweat.  Jonathan told me I could
relax on the bed, he was going to grab a quick shower.  I just said okay.

I lay down on the bed as Jonathan walked over to the dresser, grabbed a
towel and, as if it were no big deal at all, dropped his nylon shorts right
there in front of me.  He turned around and I know I stared again.  His
dick was so different from any I'd seen.

"Hey, what's wrong?"  Jonathan asked.

I just kept staring at his penis.

He walked over going "Hey?" and waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said.  I could feel myself blush again.

He kept asking what's wrong, but I didn't answer.  I just smiled awkwardly,
nervous.

"You okay?  You look dazed, man," he said.

Finally I got up the nerve to ask him.  "I was just noticing," it was so
embarrassing to ask a guy this, but somehow I felt he wouldn't mind and I
was so curious, I decided to go for it.  "Your dick... It looks different."

He laughed and smiled down at me, "Is that all?"  He made me feel better.
"I'm not circumcised.  You are.  That's all."

I truly didn't know the difference.  He stepped closer, his groin right at
my eye level, as he took hold of his dick and held it out to show me.  It
was soft, about four-inches-long, and hung straight down.

"See, I've got this extra skin that covers my head is all," and he
proceeded to pull the skin back to reveal the round head of his dick that
looked like my own.  "See?  Just like yours, Danny, but with a little
extra."

Looking at his dick, so close, so willingly put on display for me, I
suddenly had this incredible desire to reach out and touch it.  But I
didn't.  I was too scared.  Instead I just lay there, staring, frozen.

But Jonathan seemed to sense what I wanted.

He stepped closer, putting his cock not far from my grasp.  I knew what it
was he was offering.  It was as clear as could be, without him actually
saying it.

Cautiously, I extended my hand out toward him.  He seemed to understand
what I really wanted to do, that I wanted to touch him, but that I was too
nervous to do it.  He moved closer still, until his teen cock was almost in
my face, it was so close.  He took his own hand away from his penis,
inviting me to let mine take its place.

"It's okay," he said, softly, almost a whisper, inviting.  "Go ahead."

I reached up and took hold of his long, soft tube, giving it a gentle,
little squeeze as I did.

"Ummm," he sighed and I got the impression he liked it.  "Check it out.
Pull the skin back, " he told me.

I squeezed a little harder, then pulled the skin back.  There was the head
of his penis, looking larger, but otherwise not so different in appearance
than my own.  But the way it felt, amazing; so different than mine.  His
dick was alive in my hand, like a little animal, warm, soft and smooth.  As
my fingers moved over it I could feel it pulse a bit and it started to
grow.  I slid his skin back and forth again, playing with it, staring at
it.  It was so wonderful to be able to handle a mature cock like this.

Of course, he wasn't immune to all this touching.

"You better stop," he said.  "That's feeling a little too good."

But I didn't stop.

His penis was already half hard.  Now I just kept sliding the skin back and
forth and it kept growing bigger and harder in my hand until, in a very
short time, it was sticking straight up!  Fully hard, his tool must have
been almost 8-inches-long; huge, compared to mine.  I couldn't stop.  I
just kept touching it, playing with it.

That's when I saw the first clear drip of fluid come out.  It was so hot, I
just kept on doing it.

"Really, you'd better stop," he said and pulled away.

It was so awesome touching him, I'd totally gotten carried away.  I didn't
know what had come over me.  I didn't know what I was doing, or why, I just
wanted to keep doing it.

"I'm sorry," I said, apologizing for my lack of restraint.

Jonathan just laughed, "It's okay, don't worry about it.  It's just natural
for guys to get like that."  That's when I realized that I had a full hard
on too and looked down to see a little wet spot forming on the front of the
suit.

As quickly and casually as I could I rolled over on the bed, trying to act
natural while in fact laying face down to hide my condition.

"Do your muscles still hurt?" Jonathan asked, graciously changing the
subject, and I replied that they sure did.

He reached over and started to rub my neck and arms.  I felt in heaven.  He
massaged gently down my back, then down to my legs.  He reached over his
bed and took out a bottle of baby oil he had there.

"Is it okay if I use some of this?  Your legs are a little dry."

"Sure," I said, not thinking much about it.

He asked me to lift up.  Not thinking, just doing what I was told, I lifted
my hips up.  Suddenly I felt his fingers grab the swimsuit and pull it off!
UHHH!?

All at once I was totally naked, laying face down on his bed with a boner!
I know I was turning red again!  I remember thinking, 'why didn't I tie the
string?'

He slipped the swimsuit off my body and onto the floor.  I felt him kneel
between my legs and push them apart a little, then he put oil on my legs
and began to rub them.  Oh, I was in heaven!  It felt so good!

We were both naked on his bed now as he massaged me all over, rubbing his
hands all the way up my sides and down my back, then down my legs again.
It was so nice.  As he came up my legs again he put more oil on my lower
back and I felt it drip down between my cheeks.  His hands went worked my
lower back, then rubbed down over my butt cheeks.  I felt him push my legs
apart wider still and he leaned in a little more.  Then I felt a finger go
down my crack and actually graze over my hole.  A shiver went through my
entire body.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jonathan asked.  I just sighed, not really
replying, but I know he got the message clearly as I moved my legs further
apart, inviting his deeper touch.

With one hand he reached down and took my balls gently in his hand,
caressing them softly with his baby-oil covered fingers.  I moaned in
pleasure and pressed my hips down, pushing my boner firmly against the
mattress.  He let his fingers drift further, caressing my shaft, playing
with it.

A finger on his other hand went back to my hole and he started to touch me
there again, lightly stroking my little bud.  I loved it and my hips
wriggled in approval as I sighed in pleasure.  That's when I felt him push
his finger a little more firmly.

I pushed back instinctively, without thinking, and before I realized what
was happening, he'd slipped the tip of his finger inside me.

"Uhhh," I moaned, more startled than anything, but also feeling something
I'd never felt before; a new and interesting sensation unlike anything I'd
experienced previously.

I was hypnotized, I was on fire, I wanted more.  My body shook, my heart
rate was way up.  My dick was so hard, and I felt it start to drip.  His
finger slid slowly in and pulled back... in and back... then (ugh!) it got
(ouch!) thicker, and I realized he was now pushing TWO fingers inside of
me!

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" I moaned, not unhappy with this feeling, but
not completely comfortable with it either.  I didn't know what he was doing
or where this was going.  I'd never felt anything like this before, I'd
never even thought about it.  I'd never known the sensation of something
going INTO my butt before.

"It's okay, just try and relax." he said softly.  "If you want me to, I'll
stop."

"NO!" I snapped.

I was surprised by my own voice.  I don't know what made me say it, I just
said it, but I knew it was true.  Whatever he was doing I didn't want him
to stop.

I tried to relax, to untense my muscles and get used to this new feeling.

He continued to push his fingers in and out.  It felt so strange and new, I
thought I was gonna die right there.  It really hurt a little, but there
was something good about it too and I let him keep doing it to me in spite
of the pain.

He pulled his fingers out and asked again if I was okay.  This time I
replied "yeah," and just breathed out.

That's when the unexpected happened.

At first I thought he was putting THREE fingers inside of me!  Then I
realized it wasn't fingers he was pressing against me.

That was his DICK at my back door

'OH, GOD!' I thought, 'This can't be happening.  He can't be trying to put
his dick inside me!'  And then...

"Uhhhh, OHHH..." I moaned as he pushed harder, thinking to myself that he's
never gonna get that in! Oh man, what do I do?  What do I WANT?

He pushed and I felt it start to ever so slightly go in.  He grabbed my
waist and I felt him really push down.  Oh, this wasn't happening!  This
couldn't really be happening!?

I felt a pop as the head pushed in.  I was biting the bed, my eyes began to
tear up.  There was an intense, burning sensation, and it really hurt, but
I still didn't want him to stop!

Jonathan put his arms on my shoulders, pushing me deeply into the mattress
and holding me firmly in place as he slowly flexed his hips and sank his
19-year-old, teen-cock deeply into my 15-year-old, virgin-boy-ass.  It felt
like I was going to split in two at any moment when all of a sudden I felt
a wave of pleasure from inside.  My body started to shake and the moment I
felt it, I knew I was going to cum!

I tried to hold back as best I could.  This fullness inside me, this new
feeling, it hurt, but there was something wonderful about it too!

He started to gently rock his hips, pulling his cock back out a bit, then
pushing forward.  Again and again he did this, going gently, but each time
pushing in a little deeper, each time placing himself inside me a bit more
than the time before.  And with each thrust he kept hitting this new spot
inside me I'd never known before.  A spot that felt so good!  Each time,
each gentle rock of his hips pushed me a little closer to the edge.

Before I even realized it, he was all the way inside me.  I felt his pubic
hair touching against my own baby-smooth bottom.  I couldn't believe it, I
couldn't believe this was happening!  This guy I'd just met, this handsome,
sexy, athletic college boy, was burying his hard, uncut teen-cock deep
inside my adolescent ass, and I was loving it!

Again Jonathan pulled back and pushed in, hitting that sweet spot once
more, only this time I couldn't hold back any longer.

My whole body shook and my dick began to twitch without me even touching
it.  All at once I started to come so hard I thought I was going to pass
out.  It felt like I just kept pumping and pumping out load after load of
my boy jizz, ten or eleven times, spewing teen spunk all over the bed.  I
felt a river of cum form under me before I finally collapsed.

I was totally spent, worn-out and exhausted, but still hard.

Jonathan never pulled out of me.  He just kept on gently rocking his hips,
thrusting his hard cock in-and-out.  Each time I could feel him slapping
against me a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster.  His pace was
accelerating, and I knew what that meant.

He tensed up and started to ram me faster and faster.  After about ten more
increasingly muscular thrusts he slammed into me and pushed me down with
all his weight.  I heard him gasp, "oh god" and I felt him explode inside
of me.  I could feel his dick pump and pump.  He was cumming, shooting his
load deep inside me, and all I could think at the time was how wonderful it
felt.

For a few moments he just held me there, pinned in place.  Then he began to
relax, and when he did, he wrapped his muscular arm around me from behind,
pulling me back against him in a warm, powerful and loving embrace.  He
started kissing me, kissing the back of my neck.  I turned my head to the
side and he started kissing my cheek.

"God, Danny.  That was beautiful.  YOU'RE beautiful.  That was amazing. "

It was the greatest moment of my life, totally unexpected, but I was in
heaven.

He started to pet me, lovingly caressing and tousling my hair as he held me
fast to him.  He started to stroke my cheek and found a tear there.  He
wiped with his finger, seemed worried.

"Are you okay with all this?"  My silence was worrying him.  I realize now
he wasn't sure how I felt about what we'd done, now that it was over.  I
think he was afraid I was going to get him in trouble.

I turned enough that he could see the smile on my face.  "Yeah," I said,
but my voice was shaking, almost like I was trying not to cry.  I was so
emotional, I couldn't help it.

"You sure?" he asked again and I nodded, smiling, letting him know that I
really was okay with what we'd done together.

We lay there for about ten-minutes afterward, with him just loving on me
tenderly.  He was still hard, still inside me, and I was still hard too, my
stomach and pubic hair covered in my own boy juice.  Finally, he pulled
back and let his cock gently slip out of me.

My body missed him instantly.  I'd gotten so used to the feeling of him
inside me that suddenly I felt very empty.

We continued to lie there together for like 20 minutes, then realized I
only had about 20 minutes to catch the last bus.  I got dressed, gave him a
big hug, grabbed my new swimsuit and told him that I would see him
Thursday!

I made my bus and as I sat down I felt a wetness kinda trickle out.  I
didn't care, I was so happy.  All I could do was smile at everyone around
me.

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The End