Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 02:33:01 -0800
From: Gui Man <iamguiman69@gmail.com>
Subject: Milo and Me part 1

Hi, this is my first story. Do not read if you're under 18 or not okay with
gay erotic fiction. Enjoy!



Most of my early days I remember spending with just my mum, my dog Benny, a
Labrador, and I, living together in a cramped London apartment. Then, at
age 11, just as I was about to start secondary school, my mum, an
environmental scientist, accepted a transfer to a northern branch of the
company she worked for, all the way in Scotland. The company would provide
a house, she'd be able to work from home, which would be a nice change from
being alone whilst she worked at the office, there was a good school within
walking distance, and we'd even get a company car. Personally, I was
excited about the whole experience, I didn't have that many friends in
primary school, so this would be a chance for me to make some good friends.
Most of my time was spent either on the computer or at the local swimming
pool. Swimming was my passion, it was one of my only hobbies and I took
part in it constantly. I was asked to join the local swim team multiple
times but I didn't like any of the other team members so I politely
declined.

So, the three of us all took the train to Cottsfield, a rather quaint small
town a few miles away from the nearest city in Scotland. In the centre of
town was a small shopping mall and shopping district, surrounded by suburbs
and then mostly farmland. We would be living in one of the suburbs, only a
few streets from the school I'd be going to.

At school, I managed to fit well enough in. At first, my London accent was
seen as a novelty to most. A lot of classes got sort of confusing when I
was explained scientific terms by a teacher with a thick Scottish accent,
but I quickly adapted, with my voice starting to develop hints of Scottish
over time, and finally managed to find a group of guys to hang out with. I
quickly heard about the local swimming pool, and immediately suckered my
mum into buying me new speedos and quickly joined the local swim team,
who's few members happened to be some of my new buddies in school.

 Twice a week after school me and my friends walked straight the pool and
swam for an hour. On Fridays it was club meet, and that was usually an hour
and a half of intense training. It was tough but within a year my body was
very well toned. I also got my black frizzy hair to be cut much shorter. No
longer was I an introverted loner, but instead an introverted...person. I
still didn't talk much, but my friends still seemed to like me all the same.

It was also around this time I discovered I was gay. I discovered straight
and lesbian porn after my friends recommended it to me and it did nothing
for me, but I started to frequently masturbate to gay porn. I wasn't
brought up religious or on any negative stereotypes of homosexuals, so I
was okay with it when I figured it out, along with my friends and mum being
very accepting when I ultimately came out.
Then there was the day I met Milo. I was in Year 10 at this point, and the
year was drawing to a close. It was a Friday night and I was walking to the
pool by myself. The apartment I now lived in was at the other side of town,
so I was quite far away from my friends walking distance wise.  I was
walking through the park for a club meet, with my headphones blaring out
rock music and my swim bag slung over my shoulder, when I thought I could
hear someone yelling. I took out my headphones and turned around to see a
figure running towards me. I could make out it was a boy, about my age, and
he appeared to be out of breath. He was yelling to me
"Excuse me! Hey!"
He finally reached me and I managed to get a good look at him. He was about
a year younger than me, slightly shorter, with curly brown hair and light
freckles on his face. He made eye contact with me, black rimmed glasses
over his enchanting icy blue eyes.  He was wearing blue jeans and a white
t-shirt, with a  green hooded jacket and a sports bag in his hands.
"Hi," I said, stopping to allow the boy to catch his breath, "what's up?"
The boy looked up at me "Sorry, I'm just completely lost" he said, in a
soft voice. His accent I recognised as Glaswegian.
 "Do you know where the pool is?"
Oh, I thought, he must have not known the club was on tonight.
"Yeah, sure" I said, " I was heading there now actually, you can follow me
if you're not in a hurry."
"Oh, thanks mate."
I smiled politely and he smiled back, a large toothy grin spread across his
face.
We began to walk down the road, the boy following me through the park as we
began to talk
"You do know the clubs on tonight, the pools closed on a Friday evening" I
asked.
"Yeah, I know, I signed up yesterday"
"Oh?" I replied "I've never seen you around in here before."
The boy smiled again
"Yeah, I'm new. I moved up here last month from Glasgow to stay with my
nan. I haven't started school yet."
I nodded. "Oh, how come you moved"
The boy sighed and looked pained, so I changed the subject to one of the
town. As I made small talk, replying to the boys questions about the cinema
and swim club, I could tell his reason for being here wasn't something I
should discuss, and he was clearly trying to hide his pain. I learned that
the boy was an avid swimmer, and, like me, was reluctant to join the club.
"So..." The boy asked, looking for a new topic " What's your name?"
"Sean, yours?" I replied
"Milo"
"Nice to meet you, Milo." I smiled.

We reached the leisure centre, a complex with a gym, playground, football
and tennis courts and two pools, consisting of a leisure pool and the
competition pool. Both these pools were separated by the changing rooms,
which were all small individual booths. There was a gap between these walls
under the seats in each changing room, and it was also possible to peer
over the top of these walls as well. There were also group changing rooms,
but these were only used by the primary school for there swimming lessons.
In the UK public nudity is nowhere as commonplace as in the US, and nobody
ever used the changing rooms. I thought this was silly, but ,hey, it
probably saved me some embarrassing public erections if I started peeking
at my friends junk.

So, after the team got changed, we began to practise lanes. I was impressed
by Milo, who, though he was nowhere near as fast as me (I was fastest in
the team) He moved graciously through the water with flawless technique.
His body was also beautiful to look at. Though not quite muscular, his body
was clearly toned and there was a noticeable bulge in his red speedos that
I noticed as we sat, talking about a variety of topic by the side of the
pool. When the lesson finished everyone in the team rushed to the public
showers. Nobody took their trunks off or anything though(UK,remember) so,
as enticing the image of 30 naked boys all jumbled together is, that's not
what happened. I'd given up going to the showers. The water was never
anything past lukewarm, and once you got out, it was a mad dash to find a
clean changing room. Since I didn't bother with the shower, and got one at
home instead, I was free to find a clean changing room. As I started to
undress, I hear the door for the changing room behind me open.
Shouldn't everyone be at the showers, I thought.
I called out as I slipped off my blue speedos and began to dry my naked
body off with my towel
"Who is that?"
Milo's familiar voice replied back
"It's only me. The showers are way too crowded."
I heard the wet splat of presumably Milos trunks hitting the floor.
Suddenly, I started to get curious
What does he look like naked? I thought. Should I take a look?
The responsible part of my brain responded
Are you crazy, what if he sees you?!
True, I thought, but surely just one little peek wouldn't do any harm?

I made idle conversation.
"I know right, it's way too crowded"
With that, I climbed up onto the changing room seat and subtly peered over
the changing room wall. Milo was standing, completely naked, drying his
hair, with his back turned and his beautiful boy bottom facing me. My eyes
widened.
He began to turn. I ducked away just in time. I tactically changed
position, this time looking under the seat and poking my head into his
booth from underneath. From there, I was treated to a view of Milos flaccid
penis and ballsack dangling above my face. He was uncircumcised, as most UK
boys are, and had a few hairs beginning to grow around his balls. He was
the epitome of pubescent beauty, and, within an instant my own dick began
to rise and had to resist the urge to begin to masturbate. Milo slipped on
his batman underwear over his manhood and then reached for his shoes,
meaning I had to quickly slip back into my own changing room. I quickly
pulled my clothes back on, with quite a lot of time spent trying to conceal
my throbbing erection in my tracksuit bottoms without it sticking out, but
in the end I was able to hide it well enough.

Milo was waiting for me once I got off and the two of us began to walk back
home. We walked most of the way in silence, having run out of things to say
at the pool, but once I got home and Milo began to turn away, I had the
sudden urge. I had to see him again.
" Hey, Milo?"
" Hmm?" Milo replied, stopping.
"Do you want to maybe see a movie tomorrow? I know there's a good movie on
at noon, if you're not, busy or anything?"
At first I thought he might have been weirded out. Maybe he thought it was
weird to be asked to go with a guy he just met to the cinema. But, to my
surprise, Mill turned, revealing that huge grin of his again.
"Yeah, sounds good!"
I sighed, relived.
"I'll see you there then"
And with that he turned and continued to walk down the street, illuminated
orange by the setting summer sun.
Once home, I didn't need porn to masturbate. I climbed into the shower and
jerked off to the thought of Milo, as steaming hot water dripped down my
naked body . Him and I in embrace as our dicks rubbed together and we
passionately kissed.. In my mind he was all I thought about. His adorable
face, his toned body. His pubescent penis rubbing against mine. What is
this feeling? I remember thinking to myself. It wasn't just lust, like how
I usually felt when jerking off, but rather something deeper.
Was it love?
I felt my hard dick tense as hot streams of cum landed on the wall of the
bathroom. I painted heavily before wiping off the mess and went to bed, my
mind filled with impossible scenarios involving me and Milo.