Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 21:43:05 -0000
From: Antinous
Subject: The Boy from the pool     A BL story

THE BOY FROM THE POOL by ANTINOUS


In the first week of the summer holiday Ben was again in persuit of
sybaritic activity. Back in his old haunt one morning a figure sprinted
past him on the side of the pool. Ben saw a blur of sun-snared hair and
bronzed flesh. The figure abruptly stopped, turned and walked slowly back
to Ben. Revealed too suddenly, beauty is like a blow that inflicts its own
brand of pain, poignant and lasting, from which one recovers only slowly if
at all. Ben saw hair afflaunt like gilded autumn leaves above a small oval
face that recalled romantic love poems - a magical countenance that was all
the more disturbing, more appealing because it was touched with a reserved,
almost mystic melancholy. The lad's steady gaze met Ben's, then his thick,
curling lashes fluttered down. Ben became aware of a careful, almost
penetrating scrutiny. Hastily Ben contorted his features into a semblance
of a reassuring, if nervous smile and the boy's dazzling response left Ben
totally defenceless,overwhelmed. In the boy's level gaze Ben seemed to read
a subtle question to which he had already supplied the obvious answer. The
boy took a step towards Ben and more clearly the teacher now discerned the
childish curve of his cheek, the limpid blue/green white of his direct,
innocent eyes, the unclouded brow and the full-lipped, slightly pouting
mouth vulnerable in its extreme youthfulness.

"Hello, what's your name?" asked Ben tremulously. Some kind of cosmic
fusion had occurred joining them indelibly together, an immediate
rapport. The words seem to rush from the boy's lips as if he were in some
kind of hurry.

"Meet me in the cafe in ten minutes, O.K?" and the boy walked quickly
away. Ben went to his cubicle to change wondering what the youngster had in
store for him.

When he reached the cafe in the foyer of the swimming pool building the
young man was sitting at a table sipping a can of coke. Ben sat and asked
again,"What's your name, then?"

"Michael," replied the boy. Ben asked him a little more about him. Michael
was twelve years old and was a boarder at The Royal Wanstead School, a
school for boys with one or more parents deceased or departed. Apparently
Michael had seen Ben at the pool on a number of occasions but had been too
nervous to speak to him.

"How old are you?" asked Michael.

"How old do you think I am," replied Ben evasively.

"About seventeen or eighteen," said Michael. Ben did not want to
disillusion the boy and told him that he would soon be in his last year at
boarding school himself in Lincoln. At the age of twenty-one Ben could
easily pass for seventeen. The pair arranged to meet the next morning at
the pool.

After their swim Mike and Ben went back to their cubicle to dry and
dress. When both boys were naked Ben stood with towel around his neck in
the crampedconfines of the little cubicle exhibiting a proud, upstanding
erection.

"You're on the bronk," said Michael. It was an expression Ben had not heard
for years. He was hoping that the sight of him would induce an erection in
the boy but Michael just stared down at Ben's groin and said no more. They
arranged to meet again the next day but the boy did not turn up and Ben
assumed their short-lived relationship was over. However a few days later
he turned up to the pool again and as before, after their swim they changed
together. Ben was already hugely erect when Michael pushed his lovely limp
penis back between his testicles so that he looked as if he had a hairless
vagina. Memories of little Jeanie flashed through Ben's mind.

"Look, I'm like a girl," laughed Michael. Pre-coital juice began seeping
from Ben's member.

"I know what I'd love to do with you if you were a girl," croaked Ben.

"Oooo...sexy!" squealed the boy and nothing else happened.

The following day the couple met at the pool as arranged but Michael
insisted they go for a walk instead of a swim. Ben took Michael to the
local woods that held so many memories for him. They strolled casually
along in the summer sunshine with Ben's arm around Mike's shoulder. On the
grass outside the little cafe Michael said,

"Let's have a play fight," and grabbed Ben in a bear hug. They fell to the
ground rolling over and over until Ben ended up on his back with Michael on
top of him. Ben could feel the boy's hardness pressing against him as he
looked up into the youth's semi-serious gaze. They lay there for a full
minute in silence before the boy rolled off looking flustered.

It was a fortnight before Ben saw the boy again. Michael had been on
holiday with his mother. After their swim Michael invited Ben back to his
house to meet his mum. Ben was reminded how girlfriends often too their
boyfriends back home to meet their folks. After a lengthy bus ride and a
short walk they arrived at Michael's house. It was a well-appointed,
semi-detached affair with large bay windows on ground and upper floor.

"Where's your mum then?" asked Ben.

"Oh, she's at work. Come and see my bedroom." Ben's heartrate trebled as
they climbed the stairs. For a boy who was almost thirteen Michael's room
wasimpeccably neat and tidy, not a dirty piece of clothing in sight, not a
toy or book out of place. Ben was impressed. Michael dived onto his bed
giving the youngteacher a mischievous grin, then patted the bed indicating
for Ben to join him. Ben sat primly on the edge of the bed somewhat
nervously and Mike said quietly,

"I like you, Ben, I like you a lot. Do you like me?"

"I'm fond of you, Mike," whispered Ben.

"How fond of me are you?! asked the boy gazing steadily into Ben's eyes.

"I'm very fond of you," answered Ben. Michael was still not satisfied.

"How very fond of me are you, Ben?"

"I...I...love you really." Michael giggled and Ben leant over him and
kissed him lightly on his blushing, peach like cheek, now aware of the warm
redolence of his body.

"There's only me here, Ben. It's not like the swimming pool, it's kind
of...more private." Ben fumbled with Mike's shirt buttons before peeling it
off his smooth young sturdy shoulders. The zip of the jeans came next and
Michael raised his hips to allow Ben to remove his jeans and pants more
easily. The size of Mike's swollen penis surprised Ben. It had looked so
small in the pool. Now naked, Michael placed both hands on his slightly
swollen pubescent breasts and gently squeezed his right niplet, then
massaged and brutally pinched the little rosed protuberance until on its
tiny peak an even tinier dot of crystal ambrosia appeared which he offered
to Ben. Ben accepted with relish, licking, nibbling, suckling while slowly,
gently masturbating the boy. Ben's oral attentions were then centred on a
cute little navel before running his lips softly down the boy's hard, flat
little belly towards the turgored head, with rose pink tip of glans peeping
through circular prepuce lips. Ben lovingly fellated the boy until his
sturdy body bucked violently and his rigid thighs tensed. Ben felt the
fresh, blood-warm boy-juice squirt onto his tongue in little jets and
ingested the nectar greedily. Michael relaxed and Ben sat with his head
rested on Michaels belly, the boy's penis becoming soft between his
lips. Would the boy reciprocate in any way or was he more interested in
receiving pleasure than giving?

"That was good," sighed Michael. "Mum'll be home soon, you'd better
go. I'll see you at the pool next Wednesday."

The following week the couple met, as arranged, outside the pool and
Michael asked if they could go to Ben's house after their swim. Extra clean
from the

chlorinated water and subsequent shower Ben and Michael walked the short
distance to Ben's home. Grampie was about to go out to the pub,

"Can I see your room then," asked Michael straight away. Ben's bedroom by
comparison to Michaels was as if it had been hit by some holocaust but the
boy passed no comment save for tutting. Then he turned to face Ben, tilted
his head upwards and gave Ben a long lingering kiss on the lips and with
careful deliberation began to undo Ben's shirt buttons.

"We haven't got long before I have to go back to school" murmured the boy
as he pulled the tails of Ben's shirt from his trousers. Ben reciprocated
by hauling

Michaels tee shirt over his head. They were soon both naked looking deeply
into each other's eyes. Michael took the young man's hand and lead him to
the bed.

"Sit down," croaked the boy. Ben sat and the boy stood before him. Ben bent
forward and allowed Michael to delicately insert his rigid pole between
Ben's warm, wet lips.The boys hips began to gyrate in a copulatory manner
and in seconds his little load exploded onto Ben's receptive
tongue. Michael climbed onto the bed and lay languorously gazing at his big
friend.

"Ben, are you scared of the police?! he asked.

"No, not particularly, why do you ask?"

"What if I told?" teased the boy.

"If the police found out I would tell them you had no objections and then I
would be promptly sent to prison." Michael smiled inwardly and gave Ben a
quizzical, sideways look.

"Would you like to fuck me, Ben?" The young man was speechless.What the
hell had Michael been learning at boarding school? He doubted the boy
really meant it. Michael squirmed lugubriously onto his belly and in a low,
mysterious voice murmured,

"Let's have a go, shall we?" Heart beating with rib-cracking agitation Ben
hovered over his procumbent prey, dazed by the knowledge that he was
permitted to

plumb the depths of his posterior passion. Not since Raymond four years
earlier had Ben's true love for a boy found such physical fulfilment. Ben
surveyed Michaels small, round buttocks. The graceful mounds of his firm
cushions seemed to tug at Ben's sweet solicitation, and Ben bent forward to
cover their lush surface with light-lipped, mirage-like kisses, the flesh
he touched softer far than his own sweet seeking lips. Up the small hills
he tenderly embraced, attempted to journey down dale but the boy's powerful
nate muscles involuntarily shut him out.

"Relax, Michael my love. Take some deep breaths," he whispered. Ben tongued
along the shallow cleavage and with his hands tried to pry the obdurate
loaves apart.

"Open to me then, Mike, let me in." Senses shamble with desire he continued
to caress the boy's legs, arms, lingeringly kissing the small of his
back...and slowly the naturally denying twin flesh rounds lost their stony
rejection and softened beneath Ben's importuning lips. Ben gently parted
them and the little vestibule of venery at long last lay before him - a
profound orifice of desire deserving of deeper deliberation. Ben licked the
moist warm path to the tiny wishing-well jealously enshrouded in it's own
exotic mystery. The young man's lips fastened onto the furled, pink-brown,
crinkled rosette, set in a shallow cup into which Ben's tongue-tip fitted
snugly, as if each was made for each other. He put a kiss within the cup,
his tongue a tireless proctoscope prodding, pushing, searching. He soon
overcame the little sphincter's stout resistance and with a small sigh of
quickening breath Michael raised his bottom from the bed to meet Ben's
fervent caresses. Now sphincter in sudden convulsive reaction expelled
Ben's probing tongue and he licked at the little closed gate aware of no
odour but the exciting fragrance of clean, fresh, young boy,
passion-quickening; nor any taste save that of caramel?...burnt sugar?
Michaels hands came back to aid Ben, to hold his lovely hillocks apart,
further separate them to facilitates Ben's embraces, and as Ben began
strong suction-tonguing of the cherried little orifice he slid his
inquisitive hand beneath the boy's still raised belly, felt the throb and
jump of his penis as he scoured the paradise passage....and then the boy
tremulously whispered,

"Ben, I..." Michael reversed himself and stared at his friend.

"What is it," said Ben, "Did it hurt or something?" Michael's lovely cheeks
crimsoned as he flung up an arm to cover his eyes.

"No it doesn't hurt now but it might when you...go in." Ben was concerned.

"I'll get some cream so it won't hurt too much. Ben got his tube of
antiseptic cream and spread the slippery emollient liberally over his
thick-veined erection. He

looked at the boy lying on his back.

"I'll be too heavy for you this way," he advised.

"I don't care! That's the way I want it!" Ben placed two pillows under the
boy's bottom and shuffled forwards between Michael's spread, raised
knees. He lowered himself over the small body, guiding his aching modesty
to the hot, wet little portal. Michael tensed as he felt the flaming glans
touch him there. Ben clasped Michaels narrow hips and pulled the boy up to
him gently pressing against the tiny barrier which courageously,
spontaneously resisted, writhed against the swollen-lipped, purple meatus,
pulsed urgently against Ben's careful, tender, yet insistent thrusting,
then suddenly yeilded with a quiver as of an arrow pierced fawn, allowing
Ben's burning head to enter, then closed about it's neck with sphincter
strangling grip. Michael winced and turned to catch the pillow between his
teeth, then with a quavering alto sigh smiled up at Ben.

"It's O.K, Ben," he gasped noting his friend's anxious regard. "It only
hurt for a second. God, it feels like a fence post!"

"Sorry sunshine. shall I pull out now?"

"No!...not now" Michael slipped his hands under Bens arms to grip his
shoulders and wrapped his strong little legs round Ben's waist, digging his
heels into his lover's back. Ben felt the boy open up completely to him.

"Come on Ben, you wanted to fuck me, now shove it in all the way, quick!"
he panted. As Ben pushed in, slipping, sliding deeper and deeper into the
delight of

elasticated, readily accommodating rectum Ben began a steady probing with
his penis, prisoner in it's deliciously tight confinement. Perspiration
dappling his brow, Michael took the initiative and, his bright eye's giving
Ben absolution for any felony he may be committing, synchronised his
movements with Ben's, his vigorous upthrusts blissfully accepting the young
man's forceful drives deep into the beautiful, ardent, developing, young
body.

"Oooo!...do it harder, Ben,...harder!" moaned the boy. Ben was now
weightless floating in a luxurious shushing of sensuous tides that
submerged him in voluptuous riot, that drew him down into scented depths,
that spiralled him from one breaking wave of ecstasy to another...and then
he felt his straining member grasped and titillatingly manipulated as by a
small milking fist, and the squeezing, wringing, stripping motions
increased their tempo avidly seeking, demanding until Ben's drooling lips
brushed against the boy's fresh hay-scented hair. With one final, brutal,
rapturous lunge he spilled copiously and deeply within his beloved Michael
whose immature, pellucid semen had been continually escaping from him as
Ben's turgid penis had touched, and excited again and again his tiny
prostate, and Cowper's Glands beneath, lay in a hot pool on his little,
flat belly. With eyes yet orgasm glazed he came to rest like honey-robbed
blossom in Ben's arms.

Long they lay there, inextricably entwined in serene silence. There was
nothing to be said. still most intimately joined, so close that their
mingled heartbeats sounded a single rhythm, Ben inhaled the sweetness of
young Michael's breath and leaned forward to kiss his little love's closed
eyes, his heavy lashes slightly quivering.

"Was it good, Ben?" he murmured, his dimpled cheek drowning in a suffusing
blush.

"I'm still in heaven," Ben whispered, "shall I pull out now?" Idly Michael
stroked Ben's back.

"Stay there if you want to."

"I do...where did you learn to do that with your bum muscles?"

"Dunno...just did it sort of naturally," said the boy.

"Did you like it, Michael?" quizzed Ben.

"I didn't want to but...I did. I even want to do it again....now!"