Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 07:40:51 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 2)

Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young
boys.  Not a word of it is true.  The characters and events of the story
are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead.  No
animals or children were hurt in the making of this story.  Anyone who is
offended by this should not read beyond this point.  It is not, however,
your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and
immediately jumps into the sack with them.  There's a little more content
to it than that.  So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session,
sorry, but this ain't it.  The author of this story believes that such
events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy
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Adult-Youth (M,b,B,con)

The Diver in me (Part 2)

I woke up, as usual, just before the alarm sounded, took my usual 5 mile
run and then jumped in the shower.  Work went quickly and at lunch Carol
called to let me know that David was going to be busy after school, so I
would only have to pick up Owen.  I checked out of work just before 3 and
headed over to Owen's school to pick him up and get him some swim briefs.
I pulled up in front of the school just as the hordes were released.  As
the kids filtered out, I easily spotted Owen and when he saw my car, I
could see a big smile of recognition flash across his adorable face as he
waved and ran over to me.

"Hey, kiddo," I said, as he climbed into the car.  "How're you doing?"

"Hi," he replied excitedly.  "Thanks for coming to get me.  So, we're gonna
get me a swimsuit, right?"

"Yup, then we're going back to my place until it's time for practice."

We drove over to the mall, wandered into one of the big box stores and over
to the boy's clothing section, where we found the swim suits.  As I stood
there, Owen lifted and pulled and slid and picked up a series of different
suits until he came across a pair of red briefs.

"I really like these, Sam," he said.  "Should I try them on?"

I thought I'd like nothing more than to see him in just these, but I had to
let him know that they didn't allow you to try them on.  So I suggested we
buy a few different sized suits and he could try them on at my place.  Owen
picked out 4 different pair.  After paying for them, we went to the
McDonald's and grabbed a couple of burgers, fries and shakes and then
headed back to my car and eventually to my condo.

I parked the car in the underground parking lot and we took the elevator up
to my floor.  I unlocked the door and we entered my unit.  Owen stopped
dead in the doorway and stared, looking around slowly with wide eyes.

"This is yours?" he asked.

"Yeah, I bought it a couple of years ago," I replied.  "Let's put your
stuff in the bedroom and you can try the suits on.  Then you can watch some
TV, until we have to go.  Or do you have homework you have to do?"

"Nope, no homework" he said with a smile.  "I can watch TV."

"OK," I replied.  "Then, let's get you to try on those suits."

I took him to the second bedroom, where he again stopped at the door and
stared.  My suite is on the 29th floor of one of the new downtown condos
and the exterior walls are all floor to ceiling glass, giving me a
fantastic view of the downtown core all the way to the waterfront.  It has
two bedrooms and two bathrooms and is around 1500 square feet, so the rooms
are all pretty spacious.

"WOW!" Owen exclaimed.  "This is sooo cool.  I can see the lake.  But
aren't you worried about something breaking the glass?  It'd be kinda hard
to fix all the way up here."

I laughed and let him know that the glass was pretty much unbreakable, so
there were no worries about that.

"So, should I change in the bathroom?" he asked, to which I explained that
he could change right here in the bedroom.  He wondered about anybody
seeing him, so I showed him how to use the mechanical blinds.

"Cool!" he said.  "Do you want to see me in the suits so you can tell me
how they look?"

I could think of nothing more that I would like than to see him in nothing
but the small swimsuits, except maybe in nothing at all, so I said, "Sure,
that would be good.  Why don't you get changed and I'll wait in the living
room?  You can come out when you've changed into each suit."

I left him in the bedroom and went to the living room where I turned on the
TV.  Owen appeared a couple of minutes later wearing a light blue suit.  He
stood in the living room and asked what I thought.  The colour was amazing
against his pale skin but was a bit baggy so I told him to try on another
pair.  He trotted off to the bedroom, reappearing a couple of minutes later
wearing the red suit and I just about had an orgasm and a heart attack at
the same time.

"What do you think," he asked.  "I think this one fits really good."

It took me a couple of seconds to collect myself enough to ask him to turn
around.  As he did, it took every bit of willpower I had not to grab him,
rip the suit off him and take him right there on the living room floor.
The suit was skin tight, leaving nothing to the imagination.  His penis was
so clearly defined I swear you could see where he'd been circumcised as
well as every wrinkle in his little testicles.  It contoured tightly across
his incredibly beautiful little ass, dipping into the crevice between each
cheek and sucking into the small dimples clearly evident in each.

I coughed a couple of times and finally got myself under control enough to
choke out, "I love it, but I think it may be a bit too tight."

Owen followed my gaze down to the very evident outline of his little cock.
He looked up at me and, oh my God, he was blushing!  The colour in his
cheeks accented his pale skin and those grey-green eyes even more.  He
turned away quickly and ran back to the bedroom.  This time I followed him
into the bedroom to make sure he wasn't upset.  Owen was sitting on the
side of the bed and when I walked in he hung his head.

"Are you OK," I asked him to which he just shook his head.

I sat down on the bed beside him and put my arm around his shoulders and
pulled him closer to me.  "Listen, I understand if you're embarrassed.
When I was your age I would have been too.  But you don't have to worry
about being embarrassed around me.  Ever.  Ok?"

He nodded his head again and looked up at me.  "But you could see
everything," he said.

"Yeah, so what," I replied. "We're both guys.  We both have the same stuff
and believe me I've seen lots of guys with and without swim suits.  It's no
big deal. Especially here.  At least we caught it before you wore them to
practice."

His eyes went wide at that and then he started laughing.  "That would have
been awful.  I'd be sooo embarrassed."

"OK," I said.  "Try on the next one and let's see how it looks."  I went
back to the living room, the sight of Owen and his little penis and balls
and that ass, oh that ass, in that tight little suit etched indelibly in my
mind.  Something for me to use as a masturbatory fantasy from now on.  My
thoughts were interrupted by Owen appearing in the room wearing a perfectly
fitting suit in gold with blue stripes.  I could still see the bulge of his
pre-teen package at the crotch of his suit and when he turned around, the
outline of his little butt, but this time it was exactly the way it should
have been.

"Perfect," I said. "What do you think, kiddo?"

"I like it, he said.  "Can I wear them tonight?"

"Of course you can," I replied.  "Now, let's get you dressed and we'll
relax a bit before we head over to practice.

Owen trotted off to the bedroom to get dressed while I stretched out on the
couch.  When he came back, Owen sat on the loveseat and we watched some
inane kid's show about a couple of kids who get in trouble but then end up
saving the world or something. I wasn't really paying much attention.
Anyway, we eventually left for practice, where Owen got to show off his new
suit.  Once practice was over, Owen and I grabbed some dinner in the food
court at the center and I drove him home.

We walked in the door and Carol met us in the living room.  Owen started
babbling about how much fun he'd had and that we'd gone shopping for new
swim suits and he'd found a couple and that everyone on the team really
liked them and that my apartment was sooo cool and you could see the lake
and the windows went from the floor to the ceiling and on and on, while
Carol started laughing.  Owen finally slowed down and came over to me and
gave me a big hug.

"Thanks for everything Sam," he said.  "I had a great time.  Can we do it
again?"

I looked at Carol to see her reaction and she shrugged and nodded, "If it's
not too much trouble for Sam, I guess so."

"Well, there you have it," I replied.  "How about next week?"

"Yeah," Owen yelled.  "Can we do it on Friday.  Can we, please?"

I'd love to "do it" on Friday I thought to myself, but replied, "Sure, if
that's OK with your mom."

Owen looked at Carol and she looked at me and laughed.  "Looks like it's
Friday," she said.  "You sure that's OK?" she asked me.

I shrugged and said," Yeah, that's fine.  I'll grab him after school.  We
can have a snack before and grab dinner after practice.  Sound OK, kiddo?"

Owen nodded vigorously, smiling.

"OK, then," I said.

"And now young man, it's bed time," Carol said.

"Can Sam tuck me in?" Owen pleaded.

"Sure, if you want him to," she responded.

He took off upstairs and I followed him to his room.  Owen stripped down to
his boxers and slid under his covers.  I turned off his light and pulled
his covers up to his neck.  I sat on the side of his bed and stroked his
hair and said good night. As I was getting up to leave, Owen asked if I
could rub his back like I had last night, a request I was only too happy to
agree to.

I pulled the covers down to his waist and started to slowly rub his back
from his shoulder blades down to the waistband of his shorts.  He
practically purred at this.  After a couple of minutes, I took a chance and
pulled the waistband down, exposing the top of his cute little bum and
rubbed down and over his cheeks, eliciting a slight moan of contentment
from Owen.  Another couple of minutes later, I slowly drew his shorts down
again.  As I did, Owen lifted his hips, allowing me to slide them all the
way down, leaving him naked to the middle of his thighs.  His bum was
beautiful, white, tight and perfectly smooth and lying here on his bed, I
wanted to lean forward and kiss each cheek and bury my tongue in it.
However, I simply continued to massage his back and now his cheeks.  As I
did, Owen spread his legs, allowing me a view of his prepubescent scrotum.
I worked my way to the inside of his legs as I did, causing him to spread
his legs even more.  Massaging down his thighs and back up, I made sure
that my hands rubbed against his scrotum every so often.

After a few minutes of this, with no protest from Owen, I asked him if he
wanted me to rub his tummy as well.  He thought about it for a minute and
then rolled onto his back, allowing me an unobstructed view of his front
for the first time.  His little cock was hard, circumcised with a small
flared rounded head and stuck straight up about 3 inches from a totally
hairless pubic mound.  His little robin's egg sized balls were held in a
hairless, soft and slightly wrinkled little pouch.  I so wanted to lean
down and engulf that sweet little spike in my mouth, but I resisted the
temptation and massaged his chest and stomach, slowly moving down across
his upper thighs and then back up the inside.  As I continued, Owen began
breathing a little harder.  I slid my hands around and across his smooth
pubic mound, avoiding his erect penis and then down the inside of his
thighs.  As I drew my hands back up, I slid them across his small
testicles, feeling them for the first time.  Owen sharply sucked in a
breath as I rolled his little boy's balls in my hands and his hips rose
quickly.

"That feel good?" I asked him.  "Want me to keep going?"

He nodded quickly and breathlessly said "Yeah."  So, I took hold of his
balls and rolled them between my fingers and thumb, feeling the soft, firm
texture of the not yet developed little eggs.  After a short while, I ran
my index finger up the underside of his hard 3" erection to the tip and
then wrapped my thumb and two first fingers around the shaft and slid them
down to the base.  I heard a soft, "mmmm" escape from Owen's lips.  And
then I started gently sliding my fingers up and down his hot, solid little
shaft, squeezing a little tighter on the way up and a little looser on the
way down.

"Oooohhhhh, mmmmm," Owen whispered as I gave him his first hand job.  He
sucked in his breath making a "shhhhhhhhhhh' sound.  And then as I
gradually sped up, he began moaning and thrusting his hips up and down to
meet my stroking.  He began to quiver and I sped up even more, feeling his
hard little spike begin to twitch.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, uuunnnnnn, ooooooooh, ooooooooh," he whimpered as his
climax approached.  Suddenly, his hips shot up and held, his penis twitched
two, three, four times and his legs splayed out as a dry orgasm overtook
him.  I could feel the small rod jumping in my hand as he came and thrashed
in the throes of pleasure.  And then he fell back onto the bed and I gently
held onto his cock as he came down from his cum.  Owen looked up at me with
wide eyes and smiled.  I leaned down and kissed those enchanting lips and
Owen, returning the kiss, wrapped his arms around my neck.  He was still
breathing hard from his orgasm, and I stroked his hair.

"Seems like you enjoyed that, kiddo," I said, to which he again nodded
quickly.  "Well, maybe we can do some more on Friday.  Sound good?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," he replied.  "And don't worry, I won't tell
anybody."

I leaned down and gave him another kiss and said, "OK.  Get a good night's
sleep and I'll see you tomorrow at practice."

I tucked him and then went downstairs where Carol was sitting in the
kitchen having a coffee.

"Well, he's out for the night," I said.  "He wanted to talk a bit but he
drifted off right in the middle, so I just tucked him in.  I hope that's
OK."

Carol said, "I think he really likes you.  He's never asked to have anyone
tuck him in before."

"Well," I replied, "I like him too.  He's a great kid."  I picked up my
keys and walked to the door.  "I think he'll enjoy being part of the team.
See you on Friday."