Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 20:42:31 -0800 (PST)
From: ROBERT STYLES <stud26ent@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BUTTERFLY STROKE

I don't know why, but put me near the sea, turn on the sun, and just like
that I get hard. I was lying by the oceanfront pool, by the sea the wind
was so strong it drove sand in your eyes. Next to me was lying this blond
jock sporting his first mustache crossing his hands over his crotch, a
weird position when supposedly all he wanted was to catch a ray. I took
notice of him out of the corner of my eye. I was not going to follow suit
and start covering my own hardon, so I jumped up, looked at him, saw him
crack a smile while giving a good rub to whatever he was covering down
rgere, and I dove into the pool.

I started swimming to the other end of the pool in my powerful butterfly
stroke, and then back, shows off my chest at its best. Just as I was
approaching my starting point, mustachioed blondie dives in over me,

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to splash you"

"Doesn't matter, water is water"

"But you have such a beautiful butterfly stroke, would you teach it to me?"

"Sure, come here, I'll support your lower body while you try and push you
chest out of the water with both your arms"

Easier said than done. Blondie comes next to me and I try to support his
lower body, but right in the middle there is something sticking out there,
hard and big, powerful and full of stored-up energy.

"Oh, that? Well it just won't go down, unless you wish to help me?" He was
tentative, but had me completely figured out.

"Your room or mine?"

"I'm with my parents, so it'd have to be your room"

"Wait a moment, are you legal?"

"As of yesterday I am. We are here to celebrate my eighteenth birthday,
which we did with great fanfare yesterday, my parents, my aunts, uncles,
cousins and a girl everybody wants to hitch me up with. Now they all went
to the Everglades, and I stayed here because of my `migraine'" he started
laughing heartily.

"In that case let's go."

In the room I embraced him and he kissed me and grabbed for my cock. I
pushed him on the king-size bed and ripped his wet blue swimming suit
off. He reciprocated. We were kissing while our hard cocks were rubbing
against each other. Suddenly he starts sliding down and takes my cockhead
in his mouth. He gives me an inquisitive look, as if asking permission,
which I ecstatically grant. But then I have a second thought. I pull him
back up and get him sitting astride my hardon

"Ride it boy!" I order him in a quite authoritarian voice.

"Yes, Sir!" he answers as if a dream had come true for him, spits on my
cock and starts sitting on it. He moans a little in the beginning, in pain,
but then his moan acquires all the lasciviousness of one getting what he
wishes and wanting more. I look at his tan hairless muscular chest and see
he is about to start rubbing himself. I take his hand and place it on my
left tit and he gives it a good squeeze that makes my hardon throb inside
his tight ass. I take his big pole in my hand and give it a tight rub. He
loves it, throws his head back and softly mutters,

"Yes, rub it man, please"

Suddenly I feel his sphincter grabbing my hard cock in a tight squeeze and
he starts panting and spraying jet, after creamy jet on my chest, my face,
my eyes. This sends me over the top and I inject my man-juice in his tight
ass. He falls on me and we kiss. I pull out, and notice that he is not
going soft. Wasn't getting him soft the reason for coming to my room?

"Sorry, it just won't go away, I want more" he says with a slutty smirk on
his pink lips.

"I guess there's more where this came from" I reply. We both laugh. I roll
him over and slide down on him. I take his hard cum-covered cock in my
mouth, deeper and deeper, until his cockhead is filling my throat. I have a
hard time not gagging, but this boy deserves it. He has obviously never
been deep-throated before, becomes ecstatic and at short notice cums
copiously, and this time he starts going soft as he pulls out of my
mouth. In the mean time I have gotten hard and he goes down on me. He is
still a novice and has a lot to learn, beyond the butterfly stroke. To make
it easy for him I lie him on his back, put his legs over my shoulders and
fill his hole with my cum-covered hardon. He smiles satisfied. A tear forms
in his right eye. Pain? Gratitude? I rub it off with my finger and then
lick the finger. He is visibly moved. I keep pumping and he moans the
counterpoint to my shoves. Finally I pick up speed and forcefully unload an
intense batch of cum in his man-hole. He is visibly moved and grateful,
butterfly stroke my ass.

We lie by each other for a while. I put one some music and get us something
to smoke. After a few slutty dance movements I lie back next to him and not
so surprisingly this teenager is hard yet again,

"May I ask you for a very great favor?"

"Shoot"

"Could we do it one more time? And in a way we haven't done it before?"

"And how would that be, boy?"

"Let's just kneel face to face and we each jack off, looking at the other
but not touching, just spraying each other with our essence in the end."

"Sure"

We knelt on the big bed, our eyes locked. Then we each looked at the other
rubbing his cock. The two dicks were hardening and it was time to start
rubbing harder. Smilingly we picked up the pace. Not a word was being said,
just the deepest feelings of well-being, of trust, of a merging of our
beings were being experienced. A look was exchanged and we both knew, now
is the moment to go for it. We went in highest gear and a minute or so
later we both sprayed each other with our most precious product. Without
any advance agreement we both wiped the other's cum off our bodies with our
fingers and then licked them clean. Suddenly we embraced and kissed. We
mixed our cums with our salivas in a cocktail meant to be enjoyed by us
alone in this whole world. We were fulfilled, completely so.

"My name is Roger" blondie said

"Robert" I replied. We both knew that we had found the gold standard for
sexual fulfillment. We would probably never meet again, and yet we would
both always be present in the other's mind. Silently Roger left. Forget the
butterfly stroke.