Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2016 09:03:07 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 7)

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
reading them.

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Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con)

The Diver in Me - Part 7 Owen trotted off into my second bedroom to get
dressed while I climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom to grab a
quick shower.  Once I'd dressed, I went into the kitchen and grabbed some
orange juice (I needed the energy from a quick shot of sugar) and sat down
as I drank it.  Owen appeared a few minutes later.  He still had that
enigmatic smile on his face and it peaked my curiosity.

"What's with the smile, kiddo," I questioned him.

"I'm just happy," he replied, but I thought there was something more to it
than that.  However, we really needed to get going, so I deferred pushing
it any further for now.  We left and went down to the garage, climbed into
the Evoque and drove over to practice.  As we were driving, I had to ask,
"OK, I'm glad you're happy.  So am I.  But there's something you're not
telling me.  What's up?"

Owen smiled, "When we were making love, you called me baby.  That means you
really like me, doesn't it?"

I laughed and reassured him that I did, indeed, like him, a lot.  I asked,
"Do you like when I call you baby?"

He smiled and nodded shyly.

"So do I," I admitted.

We got to the community center and Owen and I went into the pool change
rooms.  Marc, Stevie and Braeden were there, but Ben was nowhere to be
seen.  I asked the boys if they knew where he was, but no one had any idea.
I told them to get changed and I would try getting hold of his parents to
see what was up.  As I walked over to my office, I glanced back and caught
a sight that almost made me walk into the frame of my door.  Marc had shed
his clothes and was bent over stepping into his swimsuit, exposing his
behind.  I've seen lots of behinds, but, next to Owen's, Marc's was the
most adorable ass I'd seen in a while.

Marc had a light complexion, with a nice summer tan, but where the rest of
him was slightly darker due to his tan, his strong, tight bubble butt was
several shades whiter.  His cheeks had parted slightly as he raised one
leg, opening his crack just a bit.  It was, to say the least, a very
tempting sight.  I pulled my gaze away from the beauty of his little
behind, opened my door and quickly went in.  It took me a couple of seconds
to gather my wits and then I called Ben's number.  His mother answered and
I asked her if Ben was coming to practice.  She explained that he wouldn't
be able to make it today as she and his father had to go to a party which
started just when practice would be ending, which meant Ben had no way to
get home after.

I explained that Owen was staying with me for the weekend, and that I'd be
happy to bring Ben home after practice.  She thanked me but said that he'd
have to stay by himself until they got home and she didn't expect that to
be until very late.  She was just going to pick up the sitter so he had
someone looking after him while they were gone.  I was just about to say OK
and hang up, but a thought occurred to me.  Since Owen was staying over,
why didn't they bring Ben to practice and he could stay with us for the
weekend.  She thought about that and I could hear her explaining it to her
husband.  When she came back on the line, she said they thought that would
be great, since both boys got along so well.  I let her know that we were
just going to begin practice, but that when they got Ben here he could just
jump in and join us.  She thanked me and hung up.

I went back out to practice and I had Braeden and Katie work on the 3-meter
board, while the younger kids worked on the 1 meter.  About 30 minutes into
practice, Ben appeared and came over to the group and I had him join the
younger kids.  After an hour of working on entries, I called everyone in
and had them change into shorts and t-shirts so we could work on the kids'
pikes and tucks in the gymnastics room.  We worked on their technique for
the rest of the practice and then I reminded them of the upcoming meet in
one week's time.  "And don't forget, it's out of town so it's a two-day
event, which means that I'll need some of your parents to sign up as
chaperones."  And then I sent them off.

I hadn't had a chance to tell Owen that Ben would be staying with us and
when he found out, he seemed a bit disappointed.  After taking the boys for
a sub at the food court, I took Owen aside and asked him if something was
wrong.

"I thought we were going to be alone," he pouted.  "I wanted to do some
more of the stuff we did this afternoon.  Now we won't be able to."

"I know, baby," I replied, "but Ben's folks needed some help and I figured
that since you guys get along so well, it'd be fun for both of you.  Look,
why don't we go see a movie and we can hang out together. And don't worry
about the other stuff, we'll figure something out."  With that, Owen and I
went back and sat down with Ben.  I explained that we were going to go to a
movie and Ben immediately suggested one that had just come out the night
before, with Owen completely agreeing.  What could I say, so off we went.

The boys climbed into the back seat and, by the time we pulled out of the
parking lot, were chattering away as only little kids can.  We arrived at
the theater, got our tickets, lined up for the obligatory extra super large
popcorn, pop and candy and then found our way to our seats. I sat down with
Ben and Owen on either side of me, which meant I would be in charge of
handing them the popcorn.

Pretty soon, the movie started and I was doling out the popcorn, back and
forth, side to side.  Of course, this became a bit tedious so I just leaned
in and told each one that they could reach for the popcorn themselves and
stuck it in the holder on the arm of the seat.  Owen was in the seat
farthest away from the popcorn, which meant he had to reach all the way
across me, which wasn't working.  So I stuck the container between my
thighs, allowing both boys equal access.  Part way through the movie, Ben
reached into the popcorn box and as he pulled his hand out, he dropped some
of the popcorn.  He made a grab for the corn, but missed and ended up
grabbing nuts instead.  Mine.  When he realized what he'd done he let out a
loud gasp, which brought a series of ssshhhhh's raining down on his head.
He quickly withdrew his hand and started apologizing, but the sssshhh's
came back, so I leaned over and laughingly whispered to him, "It's OK.  No
big deal."  He settled back in his seat and we, uneventfully, finished
watching the movie.  On our way out, Owen asked me what had happened, so I
explained and Ben blushed and started apologizing again.

"Ben," I chortled, "it's no problem.  Stuff happens. Besides, we've all got
the same stuff down there, so don't be embarrassed."

We climbed into my car and on the way back the boys began whispering and
laughing.  I asked what was so funny, but all I kept getting was,
"Nothing."  This continued all the way home.

When we got upstairs, Ben stood in the living room and looked around.
"Wow, this is so cool," he exclaimed, "I can even see the lake!"

Since it was getting late, I suggested that the boys get ready for bed and
then they could sit and watch some TV.  They wandered off to the second
bedroom and I sat down, turned the TV on and watched some baseball.  Within
minutes, both kids reappeared.  They were wearing nothing but their boxers
and I started getting hard just looking at them.  Owen, as always, made me
so hot that I wanted to rip his boxers off and swallow his little organ
right then and there.

And then there was Ben.  At 13, he looked like he could be 15 years old.
Strong chest and shoulders, a flat tummy where, wearing just his boxers,
you could see the start of the V of his abdomen running from his hips until
it disappeared into the waistband of his shorts.  He had a light olive
complexion, almost slightly Middle Eastern, but a bit lighter.  You could
tell he was just moving into the beginnings of puberty.  There was a light
covering of downy hair on his arms and legs and his voice would
occasionally change from a little boy to a gruffer sound for a split
second.  His long blonde hair hung down almost to his shoulders at the back
and sides and over the bottom of his eyebrows at the front.

The kids jumped onto the couch beside me to watch the game.  Owen moved
close and snuggled right up against me and I wrapped my arm around his
shoulders.  Ben leaned against the arm of the couch.  Both boys were tired.
You could see their eyes drooping shut as they struggled to stay awake, but
they insisted on watching until the game was over.  I stood up, grabbed
both tired kids by the hand and steered them to the bedroom.  I pulled down
the covers and they both dropped onto the bed.  As I started to pull the
covers back up, Owen asked me if I would rub his back.  I didn't think
that, with Ben there, it would be a very good idea, but Owen kept pleading,
so I finally gave in.

I pulled down the covers to his thighs and sat down beside him.  I started
the massage at the top of his neck and slowly worked my way down his neck,
across his shoulders and then his ribcage and midback and onto his lower
back.  As I did, Owen sighed and purred like a contented kitten.  Because
Ben was there, I didn't want to take a chance on freaking him out, so I
didn't' massage Owen's delicious little bum.  When I was done rubbing his
back, I kissed his head and pulled the covers up.  As I was standing up, I
heard Ben ask if he could get a back rub too.  As I didn't see any reason
not to, I agreed and walked to the other side of the bed.  I pulled down
the covers and began rubbing his back, the same as I had for Owen.

"This feels really nice, Sam," he whispered.  "Owen was right; you do give
good back rubs."

"Thanks," I whispered, "Now go to sleep."

I left the boys and went back to the living room to watch some TV.  Some
time later, I was watching a movie called "Twist".  It's a modern remake of
Dicken's Oliver Twist, but the boys are all male prostitutes.  Anyway, I
was watching the movie, when I heard a noise and turned around.  There
stood Ben, with a sleepy, sort of half-awake look on his face.

"Hey, buddy," I said.  "What're you doing out of bed?"

He looked at me with a dazed look and said, "I couldn't sleep.  I heard the
TV so I came out here.  Can I sit with you?"

I replied, "Sure," and patted the seat beside me on the couch.  Ben sat
down and drew his legs up.

"What'ya watching," he inquired.

I said it was just a movie, but that I'd change it so he could watch what
he wanted.  I didn't think this would be a movie he'd want to, or even
should, watch.  He said he didn't care, so I left it on.  As we watched,
Ben shivered a bit.  I asked if he was cold and he said he was, a little.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him tight against me.  As
we watched the movie, I gently stroked his long blonde hair.  He said he
was still cold, so I pulled him so he was sitting in my lap and I wrapped
both arms around his chest.  After a while, my arms drifted from around his
chest down onto his hips and we sat like that for a few minutes.  At a
certain point in the movie, one of the characters is getting blown by
another guy.  You don't see the actual act, but it's very clear what's
going on.  Ben looked up at me and asked, "Is he doing what I think he is?"

"What do you think he's doing," I asked.

"He's...um...is he...ahh...you know," he responded tentatively.

I chuckled and replied, "I know what's happening. What do you think's going
on?"

"He's...um...sucking his...um...you know."

I nodded and said, "Yup, he's sucking his penis."

Ben responded, "Ewww, that's gross!  Why's he doing that?  Is he queer?"

I quickly replied, "First, it's gay, not queer. Queer's not a nice thing to
call someone.  And no, he's not gay.  He's doing it to make money."

"It's still gross," he said.

I laughed and told him, "I know it seems that way, but it actually isn't as
bad as you think.  And it feels really good."

He looked at me with an odd look and asked, "Have you ever done that,
sucked another guy?"

"Whoa, buddy," I quickly replied, "that's not a question you ask
someone. It's kinda private."

"Sorry Sam," he said.  "You said it felt good, so I wanted to know how you
knew."

"Yeah, I get it," I answered, "but it's really not something we should be
talking about.  I don't think your folks would want me to discuss this kind
of thing with you."

"They don't talk to me about it, even if I ask," he told me.  "And I sorta
want to know about stuff so I don't look like a jerk at school."

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, I understand. It's tough if guys are talking
about things and you don't know what's going on."

Ben moved off my lap and sat on the couch beside me.  Looking at me, he
asked, "If I asked you about stuff, would you tell me?  I won't tell anyone
where I found out. I promise."

"I don't know.  I could get in huge trouble and you could lose a coach if
anyone ever found out," I explained.

"I know," Ben said. "I promise I won't say anything to anyone.  It'll be
just between us.  Okay?"

"Wellll...I guess so," I said doubtfully.

"Thanks Sam!" he quickly exclaimed and then asked, "So what does it feel
like?"

"You mean a blow job," I replied. "It's an amazing feeling.  It's really
personal and it feels like the person doing it really loves you because
they have your most private parts in their mouth.  It's warm and kinda wet
and...Let me ask you, do you jerk off?"

Ben looked shocked, but slowly said, "Umm...yeah."

"Do you use anything to make your hand slide better," I continued.

Now he looked really uncomfortable but nodded.  "And it feels good, right?"
I asked.

He said, "Yeah, especially just before I shoot."

"Well, imagine that feeling, but it's not you or your hand making you feel
like that.  And when you cum, you don't need a rag or anything."

He looked puzzled.  "Why?" he asked.

"Because the person sucking you takes it in their mouth when you cum," I
explained.

"Eewww, that's nasty," Ben exclaimed.

"Not really," I went on.  "Haven't you ever tasted your own cum?  Maybe
licked it off your hand when you got some on you?"  Ben looked away and
replied, "Well, yeah a couple of times," and then hurriedly said, "but
that's mine.  The person's swallowing someone else's."

"It all tastes pretty much the same," I declared. "There are some
differences in the taste, but not a lot."

"So you have sucked someone before," he stated.

"Oh, umm...yeah," I replied.  "A couple of times."

"Does that mean you're gay," Ben asked.

"Just because you suck someone off doesn't mean you're gay," I tried to
explain.  "A lot of young guys, especially at your age, do it.  They need
to find out what their sexual orientation is and the only way to know for
sure is to try different things. Even later, some people like both guys and
girls.  They're called bisexual."

"Have you ever tried doing anything with any of your friends," I asked him.

He looked down at the ground and said, "Ummm...My friend Joey and I
sometimes jerk off together.  But we're not gay!"

"I laughed and replied, "OK.  Have you ever touched each other's penis?
Maybe jerked each other off?"

Now he was really blushing and I knew the answer before he tried denying
it.  "Ben, you're a lousy liar.  It's cool that you have.  Did you like
it?"

He nodded slowly.  "Good.  You're supposed to.  Nothing gay about enjoying
someone making you feel really good."

Ben looked up at me and with a catch in his voice said, "Sam, how do I know
if I'm gay or not?"

"Ben," I replied, "it's too early right now for you to know for sure.  But
don't worry about it.  You are what you are and it's OK.  Look, why don't
we do this...I have some gay porn.  I'll put it on and you can watch it and
see if it turns you on.  If it does, it still doesn't mean you're gay,
because at your age, anything's likely to make you get a boner, but it may
satisfy some of your curiosity.  Do you want to try it?"

"Uhh...I guess so," he replied, so I went to my computer and keyed up one
of my early videos when I was Ben's age.

"Now, this isn't your average porn," I warned him.  "This is a little
different and if it makes you uncomfortable I'll turn it off, OK?  But
remember, no one can know about this.  OK?"

Ben nodded and agreed.  I patted my lap, indicating he should sit with me
and he climbed right on.

I hit play and the movie began.  After about five minutes in, I was
involved in a threesome with a boy of 15 and an 11 year old boy.  I was
sucking the cock of the 11 year old as the 15 year old rimmed me.

Ben looked up at me with an expression of surprise and shock.  "Want me to
turn it off," I asked and he very quickly shook his head.  We watched the
video for a few more minutes and I stole a glance of his crotch over Ben's
shoulder.  His boxers were tented right out with his hardon.  As we watched
me getting fucked, I gently reached down and rested my hand on Ben's hard
cock.  He jumped, but didn't protest or move my hand away, so I slipped my
fingers into his fly and took hold of his rock solid penis.  I gently
started to slide my fingers up and down his pole and Ben just leaned even
farther back into me.

"You OK with this," I asked and Ben just nodded his head.

"Stand up," I told him and he did.  I reached out, slid his boxers down and
he stepped out of them.  His hard just-teen cock sprung up and stuck out
and up slightly.  He had a gorgeous, 4.5" long, circumcised penis with a
perfectly shaped head, a small patch of dark blonde, curly hair above the
base and a pair of peach pit sized testicles enclosed in a hairless,
wrinkled pouch.  It was enough to make my mouth water.  I took his balls in
my hand and rolled them around, causing Ben to gasp and pull up.  I let
them go, slid my hand up and onto his beautiful erection, wrapped my hand
around the whole thing and began to stroke him.  Ben sucked in a deep
breath.

"You still OK," I asked.

In a small voce, Ben responded, "Yeah, feels nice."

I stroked from the base of his cock to the head, gradually increasing the
speed and reaching between his legs, took hold of his balls.  I rolled them
around in my hand and scratched a finger along his perineum, causing him to
jump.  His breath was coming in short, quick gasps and I could tell he was
getting close, so I let go of his cock.  He looked down at me and begged,
"Don't stop.  Please.  I really like it."  I smiled up at him and said,
"Then you're gonna love this!"

I reached around him, took hold of both of his strong, firm buttocks and
pulled him closer to me.  I took his cock in my hand and went back to
stroking it for a few swipes.  I leaned forward and when I engulfed the
head of his cock in my mouth, Ben shrieked, "OH MY GOD!" so loud, I thought
it would wake Owen.

I slid more of his hard young cock into my mouth, slowly moving inch by
hard inch down his shaft until I had it completely engulfed and my lips
were against his soft pubic hairs.  I used my throat and tongue to milk his
cock and began kneading his balls.

Ben was moaning more feverishly, "Oh, oh, ummmm, aww fuck.  That feels
amazing.  Oh shit.  Ohh yeah, suck me.  Oh yeah."

I started bobbing my head on his cock, sliding my lips up and down his
shaft and making sure I increased the pressure of my lips as they slid
across the corona of the head of his penis.  He began bucking his hips in
earnest and when I reached down and started tickling his perineum, he went
wild.  His hips thrust upward, his balls drew up tight against his body and
his legs went rigid.  He was right on the edge of cumming, so I slowed down
and backed off.  I had a few different plans for this adorable boy and I
wasn't ready for him to cum just yet.

Ben pleaded for me not to stop, but I wanted him to get the full scope of
pleasure from his orgasm.  I kissed the extremely sensitive, blood engorged
head of his throbbing boycock, slipping my tongue into his slit and
wiggling it, sending shivers throughout Ben's body.  "Ohhhhhhhh," he
sighed.

I slid my tongue down to his growing testicles and lapped at each one,
feeling the very fine, small hairs tickle my tongue.  Opening my mouth, I
sucked first one ball and then the other in and rolled them around with my
tongue.  "Aaaahhhhhh, yeeeeaaaahhh," Ben groaned as his little body
shivered again.

I lifted his scrotum up, took a few swipes of the sensitive skin between
his balls and his ass and then moved back up to his rigid penis.  Slipping
my lips over the sensitive head, I increased the suction as I slid my lips
down the shaft until I had the entire 4.5 inches of his rock hard penis in
my mouth and then began sliding my lips up and down the shaft.

Ben's legs began to tremble as I gave him his first blow job.  His 13 year
old cock started to twitch and he began to moan, "Uuuhhhhh, yyeeaaahhh,
uuuunnhhhhh, uuunnnnhhh, oooohhhh feels sooooo goooooddd, ooooohhhh
yyeeeeahhh."  As I sped up and increased the suction, his cock felt like it
was getting even harder and thicker.  "Uuuuhhhhhyyeeeeaahhh, Ohhhh, don't
stop, please don't stop," he groaned.  And as I continued to piston my lips
along that glorious little shaft, Ben began humping his hips forward and
back to meet my movements.

"Aaaawwwww, aaaawwwww, ooohhhh I can feel it, ooooohhhh yeeeaaahhhh,
ooohhh, ooohhhhh, hhhuuuuhhhh, hhhuuuhhh," he began chanting as his orgasm
got closer.  And as he began to cum, he practically screamed,
"OOOOOOHHHHHYEEAEAAAHHH, UH, UH, UH, UH," and thrust his hips hard into my
suctioning mouth. His cock flexed and throbbed and I felt his young cum
explode into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and as his orgasm subsided
and his penis began to relax, I backed my lips to the tip and kept sucking
on his head, sucking up the remnants of his cum.  Once his penis had
softened, I let it slip from my mouth and sat up.

I pulled Ben down onto my lap and he collapsed against me.  He sat there in
a trance as I idly stroked my fingers through his small bush.  I kissed his
head and asked, "So how did you like it?"  As his breathing slowed to
normal, he responded, "I can't believe it.  That was soo cool.  I never
felt anything like that."

"Now you see what I meant about how good a blow job feels," I responded and
he nodded his head rapidly.

"Sam, I can ask you anything, right," he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He very hesitantly asked, "Can I umm...can I...umm...touch you...down
there?"

I replied that I would love it if he did, but that it was really late and
he needed his sleep.  So I kissed his head again, stood him up, pulled up
his shorts, walked him to the guest bedroom and got him into bed.  I pulled
the covers over him, kissed his and Owen's foreheads and left to relieve
the excruciatingly hard erection I'd developed from that night's activities
with Ben.