Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 21:17:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bjork Nut <bro.yobro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flipturn

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Flipturn


The sun shone brightly on the water's surface, the rippling of the water
made the light appear like a million tiny points.  The sun also cast a
shadow on the water's surface.  The shadow was made by 15 year old, Diego,
who stood at the pool's edge.  The young man stood there like a monolith
staring intently at the clear-blue water before him.  His mind was a
million miles away.  It pictured a different body of water and the things
that floated in it.  Despite the day's heat he shuddered involuntarily as
his mind conjured up the images of days gone by.


The memory made him pull back from the water's edge, he turned and walked
back towards the house in which he was now staying.  The mid-century modern
home belonged to a friend of the his parents.  He had been kind enough to
take him in until his situation got sorted.  That had been a few months ago
now, part of him wished to stay, but, another part of him wanted to run
away and rage against the situation he now found himself in.


The boy walked through a sliding door into a bedroom that faced the pool
and courtyard, unaware of the man watching him through the kitchen window.
The man, heart sank as he watched the boy go back into his room.  He had
been told to give the young man some space, but, seeing him like this broke
his heart.  He wanted to pull the young man into a hug and ease his pain
away.


Diego walked into his spartan room and sat on the bed.  He removed the swim
cap and goggles from his head and placed them on the bed next to him.  He
sat there, clad only in last year's swim team uniform, a speedo, colored
crimson and gold, in a daze.  He fought down all the memories that were
threatening to overwhelm him.  He choked down a sob that threatened to
escape.  No, he thought, he had to be strong.


He heard a soft rap on his door, and, it slowly opened.  His caretaker
stood at the threshold, Diego turned away so that the man would not see his
teary eyes.  Diego admonished himself for thinking of Malcolm as his
caretaker.  The man had been nothing but nice these past months.  He had
taken him in out of the kindness of his heart, preventing him from being
sentenced to the cold, clinical world of state care.  Diego, knew Malcolm
was close to his father.  They had been friends since college and
eventually they started the tech company that had made Diego's family
wealthy.


Malcolm crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Diego.  Diego felt the
bed dip down with the added weight.  Malcolm placed a warm hand on the
small of Diego's back.  Diego could feel the comforting heat radiate up his
spine as Malcolm's hand swept up his back and came to a rest on his
shoulder.  He drew Diego towards him,


"You'll get there son," he said and just held him.


****************************************************************************


The bell rang across the schoolyard cutting across the chatter and chaos
that was highschool life.  The bell signaled that classes would be
beginning soon and both students and faculty sped up their actions and made
their way to their destinations.  Diego made his way slowly onto the
campus, as anyone who can recall their highschool days, getting to class
didn't make the best motivator for urgency.


Additionally, Diego, was still familiarizing himself with the campus, he
was still new here, having started attending only a few months ago.  He and
Malcolm had recently moved to the Pacific Northwest and he was starting his
studies back up at one of the area's finest private high schools.  Diego's
melancholy was slowly starting to lift, and, Malcolm hoped a new
environment would additionally help lift his spirits.


Diego made his way through the crush of students to his first class of the
day.  Social studies wasn't particularly exciting, but, he looked forward
to talking with Cory, one of the few people that actually took the time to
get to know him.  Cory and Diego were fast on their way to becoming
friends.  Most recently Cory had been talking Diego's ear off about the
swim team, of which he was a member.  Diego had a sneaking suspicion that
Cory was trying to recruit him for the team.  A simple google search would
reveal that Diego was a star on the rise in the pool prior to the accident
that changed his life.  Since then Diego hadn't set foot back into the pool
or any body of water to that fact that wasn't the shower or bath.


By all accounts Diego is a handsome young man.  Years of swimming have
allowed his body to develop and grow in classical proportions.  His face
bore the features of the mixed latin races that were his parents, brown
eyes, an aquiline nose and a square jaw rounded out his visage.  His
heritage lent his skin a very light caramel hue.  Diego's celebrity
doppelganger, without a shadow of a doubt, would be Brandon Manilow.  And,
Diego would agree, as he had started browsing the more debauched corners of
the internet.  Diego had stumbled across Mr. Manilow and his antics
recently, and, sprung an instant boner, cumming in his pants with hardly a
stroke of his cock.


Diego made his way into the classroom and sat in his seat near the back, a
few seconds later Cory walked in and sat down next to him.


"Hey dude," Cory directed at Diego, "You coming to the swim tryouts today?"


Diego turned to look at the blond, blue-eyed boy and gave him a nod of the
head.


"Not sure, dude," Diego responded.


"Aww, man, come on.  At the very least you can cheer me on.  I promise I
won't tell anyone about your records."


Diego lowered his lids and gave Cory a hard stare, he was not comfortable
with people bringing up his swimming ability.  Cory, recognized the
overstep.


"Sorry, man, just think about it alright," he said as the teacher began to
take role and start the day's lesson.


Diego spent the rest of the period in sullen silence.  Every so often he
would glance at the clock willing it to move faster.  Finally, the bell
rang and he went about his day.  He moved through his day somewhat morose,
the only bright spot was when he walked into his math class.  Math had
never been one of his strong subjects until he started attending Pinecrest.


Diego was smitten with his instructor, Mr. Warner.  The man stood a little
over 6' tall with salt and pepper hair, a neatly groomed mustache and beard
complemented his finely chiseled looks.  Diego admired the fit and defined
body that was highlighted nicely in slacks and chinos, button downs and
polos.  Mr. Warner had beautiful hazel eyes that glinted with golden
flecks.  He made it hard for Diego to concentrate on keeping his erection
under control, much less doing well in math.  But, what really sent Diego
over the edge was the sense of anticipation he would feel when Mr. Warner
walked up and down the aisles hoping that he would rest his hand on his
shoulder or his back.  Diego would feel a flutter throughout his body
whenever Mr. Warner touched him.


The loud bell rang snapped Diego out of his reverie and he rushed into the
classroom.  Mr, Warner winked at him as Diego scurried into the classroom
hoping to avoid being late.  Diego flushed at the gesture from his
instructor.


"Now that we are all here, we can begin," said Mr Warner.


Diego tried to pay attention as the class progressed, but, Geometry was
having a hard time competing against Mr. Warner, who just so happened to be
wearing a pair of grey slacks that showed off his bubble butt to the
fullest, Diego thought.  His biceps were also catching Diego's eyes as they
strained against the silky fabric that was Mr. Warner's polo shirt.


Diego drifted in and out of focus for the rest of the period only snapping
back to focus when the bell rang.  As the students began filling out the
classroom, Mr. Warner yelled out,


"Students, don't forget swim team tryouts today, so come out if you want to
try and make the team."


Diego whipped his head around to focus on Mr. Warner.  Mr. Warner smiled at
Diego's reaction.


"You interested in trying out for the team, champ."


"Yeah, I think I might swing by," said Diego as he stood before his desk.


"Good, son, I hope you do come out, I'm trying to build a great team for
the school."


"You're the swim coach?"


Mr. Warner released a hearty chuckle.  "Surprised, kiddo!  What did you
think I was just a math nerd?"


Diego blushed a deep red and began to stammer a response.


"Don't sweat it kid, you're not the first to think me a poindexter, now get
outta here before you're late to your next class.


****************************************************************************


The final bell of the day rang through the campus and once again the high
school campus exploded with activity.  Diego started walking towards the
main entrance/exit, but, mid-way there he stopped and turned back around.
He walked with purpose to the gym, once there he made his way out to the
pool deck.  Stepping out onto the sunny pool deck, Diego squinted and
shielded his eyes against the sudden and blinding glare that coming
outdoors from a dark space produced.


Cory spotted Diego first and shouted, "Diego, over here!"  as he waved his
arm to catch Diego's attention.  Diego felt a flush course through him as
he spotted his friend already in his speedo.  This was the first time he
had seen Cory with so little clothing and he certainly had a nice one.  The
blond, blue-eyed boy had the typical swimmers build, broad shoulders,
tapered waist, and a nice set of quads.  Diego tried not to stare at the
bulge that Cory was packing in his Speedo's, but, his eyes would eventually
make their way to it every time his eyes swept across his friend.


Cory had an infectious smile, and Diego found himself in a much better mood
as the boys approached each other.  Cory swept Diego into a headlock and
tousled his hair with his free hand, "Glad you made it, dude," he said.


"Clearly," was Diego's slightly sarcastic response.  Cory disengaged
laughing at his friend.


"Come on, I'll introduce you to the team."


Both boys walked towards a group of boys clad in speedos standing apart
from the other potential swimmers who had come out to the try outs.  The
boys were all beginning to enter their peak physical phases and they seemed
to have no shame in displaying their bodies to the assembled mass.  Diego,
physically, had nothing to be ashamed of either, but, he felt small in
comparison to some of the upperclass men gathered about.  Diego reviewed
the physiques gathered around him.  Swimmers and divers with their lean
sleek builds, bulkier water polo players, a few of them could have easily
belonged to the football team.  Diego, felt his body flush hotter as he was
surrounded by so much testosterone.  Cory made the introductions between
Diego and the members of the aquatic teams.  Diego was assaulted from all
sides with names and cheerful greeting, he smiled and nodded accordingly.
The chattering of the students was suddenly cut short as a warm, booming
voice cut across the pool deck.


"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please,"


Diego turned towards the voice, his stomach fluttered, as he saw the
speaker.  Although he had expected to see Mr. Warner, he did not expect to
see him like this.  Mr. Warner stood before the assembled students wearing
a Lululemon tank top that showed his off his meaty shoulders and biceps and
caressed his broad chest, revealing a tuft of chest hair over the top.
Below the waist, Mr. Warner wore a pair of Speedo's in the schools colors,
dark green and gold.  The bulge the contained was quite large.  His massive
thighs were covered with dark brown hair that ran down to his ankles.
Mr. Warner was barefoot on the pool deck, even, his feet appeared the
epitome of manliness to Diego.  If could have, Diego would have dropped his
pants and jerked himself off furiously at the site of Mr. Warner.


"Welcome to the Pinecrest Swim Team tryouts.  I am hoping to find some
promising new swimmers for both our varsity and pre-varsity teams.  As some
of our returning swimmers know we are in a build-up phase and I will be
looking for talent and the potential for talent.  Swimming isn't an easy
sport and I will push you to your limits no doubt about it.  Expect hard
work, early morning practices, after school practices, and competition
drills.  You will come to sleep, eat and breathe swimming, all while
maintaining a "B" average in your academic classes.  I know the school
allows for a "C" average, but, if you want to swim on my teams, I do not."


Mr. Warner looked over the crowd as he let his words sink in.


"If you're not ready to put that amount of effort in please leave my pool
deck now and not waste each others time."


A few of the assembled students gathered their book bags, purses, etc. and
made their way out of the pool area.  For a second, Diego thought about
joining them, but, decided against it.  He needed to face his fears and
this was a good way as any.  The door to the gym banged shut as the last of
the students left.  Including Diego only a handful of non-swim team members
stayed behind.


"Alright then, to those of you that stayed, please change into something to
swim in and we will meet back here in 15 minutes."


Shit! Diego thought, he hadn't brought anything to swim in as he hadn't
expected to stick around for the try-outs.  He turned to Cory, "Oh, man, I
don't have anything to swim in," he whispered.


"Don't sweat it dude, I got you," Cory responded, "Come on you can use one
of my spare suits."


Both boys made their way to the locker room so that Diego could change.


Fifteen minutes later Diego was standing on the pool deck slightly
embarrassed.  Cory's spare suit turned out to be a Speedo of riotous color,
it's paint splatter pattern had the added bonus of being iridescent.  While
nobody out right laughed, several of the members of the swim team gave him
smirks and chuckles.  Deep down though, Diego was beginning to doubt his
resolve.  He breathed in deeply a few times to keep calm.  Cory, saw
Diego's reaction but said nothing.  He just placed his arm on Diego's
shoulder in a friendly reassuring gesture.  That act had helped Diego calm
down significantly.


Mr. Warner approached the assembled students and began the try-outs.  First
he had everyone jump in the pool and tread water.  Diego lingered at the
pool edge while everyone splashed in.  Diego didn't want to hesitate and
give the appearance that he was afraid of the water.  So, taking a huge
breath he jumped into the water and joined everyone else in treading water.
They did this for what seemed like an eternity, but, in fact had been more
like 10 minutes.  Next he put the returning swimmers through the paces
before splitting them off and sending them to the other pool.  Then he
turned his attention to the newcomers.


Mr. Warner had the newcomers demonstrate their skills and cycled them
through the standard swimming strokes.  Diego easily distinguished himself
in the water, despite trying to keep the dark visions at bay.  Mr. Warner
gave them a break and had the newcomers come out of the pool, Diego
couldn't get out if the water fast enough.  As he stepped on the pool deck
he felt himself instantly calm down as if the solidness of the ground
transferred its properties up to him through his legs.  Mr. Warner had the
newcomers assemble on the poolside bleachers.


The students gathered on the bleachers and awaited Mr. Warner's decision.
As he approached them, Diego, couldn't help but stare at his bulging
Speedo's.  Mr. Warner started thanking everyone for attending and for their
hard work in the pool.  He was glad that they were willing to take on the
challenge and as such he would be able to fit everyone somewhere on one of
the two teams.  The students chattered and cheered at the news.  Mr. Warner
began to go through the roster and placed the students in their respective
teams.  When he reached Diego's name he followed it with varsity.  Diego
cracked a huge smile as he heard the news.  But, a minute later the reality
of the situation set in and Diego visibly retreated within himself.
Mr. Warner noticed the change as he continued to make his way down the
roster.


As he finished up he told them he expected to see all of them back here
tomorrow for their first practice and sent them on their way.  As the
students filed out, Mr. Warner approached Diego and had him hang
back. Diego just nodded in ascent.  As the crowd disappeared through the
gym door. Mr. Warner asked Diego,


"What's going on, kiddo.  I thought you would have been a little more
excited at hearing that you made the varsity team."


"Sorry, Mr. Warner, I am excited, it just..." Diego said trailing off.


Mr. Warner placed a reassuring hand on Diego's shoulder and rubbed it
reassuringly.  Diego fought back the tears.  He wasn't sure his ego could
take it if he broke down in front of the remaining swimmers.


"It's just that I'm not sure I can do it," Diego said, "I'm kinda scared of
the water."


"Scared of the water?!?" Mr. Warner said lowly, "You were a dolphin out
there. That wasn't the swimming level of someone who is scared of water."


"It's just..." Diego breathed in deeply and let it out in a loud huff.
"Today was the first time I've been in a pool since my accident in
California," Diego said, he could feel the calming influence of
Mr. Warner's hand on his shoulder and it allowed him to continue.


"It was the accident that killed my mom and dad.  Our boat overturned and I
don't really remember what happened next.  I just remember swimming out of
the boat and up to the surface.  I could see bodies in the water.  I
thought for sure I was going to drown.  My mom and dad never made it to the
surface."


Diego's tears threatened to spill out of his eyes and he remembered the
memory.  He took a deep breath, to pull himself back from that emotional
edge.  Mr. Warner's hand tightened on his shoulder.


"Stick it out, Diego," he said, "We'll get through it.  I'm here for you."


Diego smiled up at Mr. Warner, nodded and mouthed a thanks as he turned and
made his way to the locker room.  Diego changed quickly and left the gym as
quickly as he could he didn't want to risk running into any of the other
swimmers in his state.  He got a text from Cory as he was biking home.  He
stopped along the trail he was on, and texted Cory a quick reply.


Diego left the trail and biked up a long drive to a large victorian home
nestled amongst a copse of trees, a flat manicured lawn stretched from the
driveway entrance to the front steps of the house.  Diego wasn't sure how
he felt about the house yet, but, he agree it was a welcome change to the
mid-century modern home that he had shared with Malcolm back in California.
At least in this home, he thought, his room was massive and featured an
ensuite bathroom.  The house was almost 100 years old, or so he chose to
believe, but, various owners and now Malcolm had made sure it had all the
latest amenities.  Diego entered the house through the kitchen and spotted
Malcolm sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop.


"Hey, Mal," Diego said as he entered the home, dropping his book bag by the
door and making his way to the fridge.  Malcolm looked up from his laptop,
smiled, "Hey kiddo, how was school."


"Good, made the varsity swim team." Diego said nonchalantly as he stuck his
face into the open fridge hoping to find something to snack on.  Grabbing
an orange, he closed the door and turned to face Malcolm.


"What did you just say," Malcolm asked giving Diego a puzzled look.


"I tried out for the swim team and I got placed on the varsity team," Diego
said trying to suppress a smile.


Malcolm stood from the table and padded barefoot over to Diego before
sweeping him into the biggest bear hug he had ever given the boy.


"Oh, kiddo," he said, kissing the top of his head, "That is great, so proud
of you."


Diego filling with emotion allowed himself to cry in Malcolm's arms.  He
could feel the cathartic release as he sobbed against Malcolm's muscular
chest.  Diego felt peace in this embrace.  Malcolm kissed the top of
Diego's head one more time and then just simply held him.


*******************************************************************************


The tinny ding of his phone, woke Diego up, he looked around confused at
his surroundings for a moment and then remembered he was in his new room,
in his new house, in a new town, in a new state.  His hand went to his
bedside table and grasped his phone, tapping on the screen he saw the
message was from Cory.


Dude...Y didn't u tell me u made da varsity team!!!  Awesome, man!


Sorry, man...had to get home.


2morrow is going 2 b awesome...welcome 2 da team!


Thanks...text you later!


Diego put down the phone and turned over on his bed, he stared up at the
ceiling, closing his eyes, visions came rushing up behind his closed eyes,
he searched through his memories until he found a familiar one from earlier
in the afternoon.  In his mind's eye he saw a man in his black polo and
grey slacks.  Diego placed his hand on his stomach.  The image in his mind
switched to the man at the pool.  Diego recalled the bulge in the Speedo's
and the way the tank top caressed his pecs and clung to his body.  His hand
slipped under his t-shirt, he felt the hot skin beneath.  He shivered at
the touch, his hand lingering on his abs, tracing the the contours they
made.  His mind's eye ran down the length of the man's legs, his massive
quad muscles stood out like a marble bas-relief.  Diego's hands traced his
iliac crest as his mind roamed down the man's legs, to his shapely calves
and manly feet.


Diego's hand reached the top of his pants, his erection growing and
straining against the khaki fabric of his school uniform.  He rested his
hand there feeling the heat that his crotch was generating.  The tips of
his fingers played amongst the silky feel of public hair.  His hand slipped
down to the button holding his pants closed, his long fingers tracing
`around the button, as he fingered it loose.  The top of his pants opened.
His hand encountered his zipper next.  He brought his other hand up and
used it to push his t-shirt further up his torso, exposing a nipple to the
air of the room.  His hand grazed it and he felt it harden beneath his
touch.


In his mind, Diego, saw himself kneeling before the man.  He looked up at
the bearded face, a pair of hazel eyes staring back down at him filled him
with a warming fire.  Diego shifted his gaze to the bulging Speedo's before
him.  He leaned forward and inhaled deeply smelling, imagining what the
manly musk would smell like.  Diego's hand grasped the zipper of his pants
and slowly brought it down.  His pants opening further, allowing access to
the treasure he sought inside.


Diego's had came back to rest on the bulge his penis was creating in his
underwear.  He could feel the heat coming off the bulge, he slid his palm
across the fabric, causing him to let out a small moan.  In his head he was
now running his hands up the man's furry legs, he could feel the strength
and power his muscles contained therein.  He traced every muscle in the
man's thighs and tentatively slid his hand towards the inner thigh.  The
back of his hand brushed gently against the bulge straining the Speedo.


Diego gasped as his fingers slid below his waistband and touched the
pulsing tumescence within.  His hands slid over the silky smooth skin that
covered his cock.  Fingers traced the cowl of skin that covered his glans
and the sticky wetness that pooled at its head.  He continued sliding his
hand down until he felt the twin orbs beneath.  His fingers tugging and
pulling them in their sack.


His mind showed him pictures of him grasping the edge of the man's green
and gold speedo.  Slowly he pulled the speedo down the man's legs, his cock
caught on the him exposed itself in reverse to Diego.  Diego saw the full
bush that the speedo had partially hidden, then the massively veined shaft,
then he got a peek of the balls behind, next he saw the now healed scar and
the skin tone change that signalled a long ago circumcision.  The front hem
of the speedo was caught on the coronal ridge of the man's massive cock.


Diego slowly brought his hand back up and grasped his shaft, he whimpered
as he felt the heat of it throbbing against his hand.  His other hand
squeezed and toyed with his nipples.  Cock in hand, he slid the velvety
skin across the hard shaft, his foreskin stretched across his glans.  He
let out a quiet moan.


In his mind he saw the speedo' hem slowly give way and the massive cock
broke free of its bounds and slapped against the man's abs with an audible
thwack.  The speedo's fell away past his knees.  Diego felt his mouth fill
with saliva in anticipation.  The shaft before him looked daunting, but, he
wanted the challenge, no, he yearned for it.  Bringing a hand up he grasped
the fiery column of flesh and guided it into his mouth.


Diego gripped his shaft tighter and increased the pace of his strokes.  His
small plum sized balls rising and falling in time with his fevered panting.
The velvet skin gliding along the hardened shaft stretching the foreskin in
delicious agony on every downstroke.  The head shiny and slick.


The massive column invaded his mouth and filled it to the fullest.  He
breathing labored and he breathed deep through his nose, he could feel the
cock scraping the back of his throat.  His gag reflex kicked in when the
massive head slid along his tonsils.  The man driving the cock, eased up
and let Diego catch his breath.  Composing himself, Diego again grasped the
shaft and plunged his mouth back on it, he lifted his beautiful brown eyes
up once again to catch the man's gaze.


Diego's breathing came faster and faster as his hand squeezed his shaft.
Up and down he moved the velvety skin against the rock-hard shaft.  His
mouth opened in silent ecstasy as one hand stimulated his cock and the
other his nipple.  Up and down, faster and faster.


Faster.


Faster..


Faster...


In his mind, Diego swallowed the shaft, up and down he went on it.
Slippery with his saliva Diego managed to take the man's cock further down
with every stroke.  He could feel the man's urgency as he grasped his head
from behind and the man began hammer his cock into Diego's mouth.  Diego
could feel the man's thigh muscles quivering and spasming.  In his mind the
man roared his explosion and rammed his cock deep into Diego's mouth.


Diego stroked himself to explosion, expelling a strangled groan along with
his load of cum.  The watery cum blasted out of his cock like a geyser.
The first volley of cum struck Diego on his face, it splattered across his
cheek and bottom lip almost making it into his open mouth.  The series of
volleys coated his t-shirt, chest and abs.  The remaining load dribbled
around his fingers leaving his pubis, penis and hand a sticky mess.


Amazingly his pants managed to come out unscathed from the seminal
discharge.  Panting as he caught his breath, Diego brought up his
cum-filled hand and breathed in the heady aroma that wafted from it.


In his mind a pair of golden flecked hazel eyes stared down at him, the
man's face nodded.  Diego licked the discharge clean and swallowed.