Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2012 15:02:49 +1030
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Searching for a Boy Friend - Part One

Thank you for the comments on my Sexual Awakening story I hope you all
enjoy this part of my life story.

Searching for a Boy Friend - Part One

It had been a while since Mikey and I had shared our love for each other
and since he seemed to be spending every weekend at Josh's house and less
and less time at home, I guess Josh had enjoyed his birthday present. Mikey
used the excuse that Josh lived close to the sports ground and Mum seemed
to accept that it was convenient and it saved her having to drive him to
the game. The fact that he went straight from school on Friday and didn't
come home till Sunday night didn't seem to bother her.

I had recently started working part time at the local pool as a life
guard. I had passed all my life saving stuff a few months back and needed
to earn money big time. I had to work all day on Saturday and Sunday, so it
meant my nights were really full on studying. This meant I didn't really
get any time with Mikey and I missed our time together heaps. We still
kissed each other when we said goodnight and occasionally we met naked in
the shared bathroom and that usually ended in showering together and a
friendly blow job. Mikey, however, was full on with Josh and I didn't want
to threaten that, so what I really wanted was a Boy Friend.

All my mates at school seemed to be homophobic, as was my Neanderthal
father. This meant that at this point in time I wasn't prepared to come out
and declare my homosexuality. However, my sexual awakening at the Seminary
and my subsequent relationship with my bro, Mikey with the introduction to
fucking, both Top and Bottom now left my daily wanking sessions feeling
pretty ordinary. I needed a Boy Friend, but where would I find one in a
town that seemed to have been transported from Tasmania. The longer it went
the more desperate I became and the more depressed I felt. There were so
many cute guys in my classes at school I found myself daydreaming in class
about them. The change rooms became a nightmare. Seventeen and eighteen
year old guys are not self conscious about their bodies and are happy to
strip naked and parade around. They even stand in front of you chatting
about the game with their delicious dicks just inches from your
mouth. Unlike the fifteen and sixteen year olds, who tend to turn their
backs on you when changing, just giving you a glimpse of firm rounded bum
cheeks before quickly covering them with a variety of standards of
underwear. I usually sat longer than the others, so that my chubbed up dick
didn't invite lurid comments. I became quieter and introverted and began to
question what my life was all about.

My Saturday shift at the pool started at 7.45am and after testing the
chlorine levels of the water and setting a few things up I would open the
doors to the public and start collecting their entry fees. At around 9am
one of the girl assistants would arrive and take over and I would change
into swim wear and take up my position as life guard. If there weren't too
many people in the water I usually did a bit of swim coaching with some of
the younger children I new from around town. Once the numbers increased,
however, I had to sit up high and observe everyone, ensuring they were all
safe. One particular Saturday when I opened the doors, I was confronted
with the cutest guy I had seen for a long time. He reminded me very much of
Jamie at the Seminary and my heart skipped a beat. He gave me a delicious
smile as he handed me the entry fee and asked me where the change rooms
were. Later as I was changing into my life guard's gear I heard the toilet
flush and he came out of one of the cubicles and walked over to say
hello. As he walked towards me he was fiddling with the draw strings of his
speedo, which brought my gaze down to the bulge below his hands. It was
definitely chubbed and I thought that may be he had been having a quiet
wank in there. I spoke as he approached and asked him if he was new to
town. He told me he was down from Perth for his grandmother's birthday
party that night and had come down early to do some swim training. We
shared names and after we had shook hands Derek asked if I could do him a
favour. It appeared he had a knot in the speedo drawstring and since he was
a nail biter he couldn't undo it. I am an expert at undoing knots, but this
one took much longer than normal. Mainly because I was enjoying the task. I
had to pull the speedo away from Derek's body to give me access to the
knot. This gave me a glimpse of the base of his dick with a nicely trimmed
patch of pubes above it. With fingers dangling in his pubes and others
resting on his slightly chubbed up shaft I set to work. He continued to
chat as I fiddled away and once or twice I felt his dick pulse against the
back of my fingers. I resisted the urge to squeeze his dick and finally
undid it. He thanked me profusely, saying with so many people in the water
he didn't want it slipping off. With my usual 'No Probs!' reply and a last
glance at the now profoundly chubbed up speedo I told him I had better get
back to work. Derek was blushing profusely and hurried to the pool side and
dove in quickly.

I took my position on the stand and watched the swimmers. I kept a close
eye on Derek and realised he was a good swimmer. He was training well. He
was training with the clock and from his times was obviously an established
competitor. He seemed the same age as me, so I wondered why I hadn't come
across him before in competitions. Then I realised it was a while since I
had competed in the Perth area.  After a couple of hours at around 11am I
looked back at his lane, but couldn't see him anywhere and presumed he had
gone home. Then I was suddenly awoken from my daydream by a voice asking me
what time I had a break. Derek was standing next to me with a towel around
his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of shorts so I guessed he had gotten
changed. I told him my lunch break was at 12 and I had one hour off. We
chatted for some time and I found out he was also in year 12 and was
studying similar subjects to me. We continued chatting as my eyes surveyed
the pool checking on its occupants. I suddenly realised his hand was
resting on my naked thigh as he spoke and my heart skipped a beat. I
glanced down at him and he seemed to be waiting for me to speak. His beauty
entranced me and I just couldn't recall what he had just asked me. " Well
is that a yes? Can we study together while we eat lunch?"

After confirming that it was a cool idea, I watched Derek drift over to the
seating area and retrieve his books from his back pack. I reluctantly
turned my attention back to the pool. I must have looked at the clock three
times in the last five minutes and thought at one stage that the clock had
stopped. Some young kids started playing a tag game which is fine, but when
they started exiting the water and running, it became dangerous and I had
to intervene. It took a while to sort out and in no time I saw my boss
walking towards me to relieve me for my lunch break.

I needed a piss urgently and as I headed towards the change rooms I
indicated to Derek with hand gestures here I was going. My bladder was
bursting and I quickly dropped my shorts to my thighs and undid the string
of my speedo. With it tucked under my balls I released a strong warm flood
of piss against the back of the urinal. The pressure from my bladder had
actually chubbed up my dick slightly and the release of the fluid actually
felt good. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Suddenly my hand that
was holding my dick was grabbed and I was pulled across the tiled floor
into one of the cubicles. Hardly waiting to lock the door and with a smile
that would melt the Antarctic Ice Flow, Derek's face slowly moved towards
mine until our lips touched. I closed my eyes as my mouth succumbed to the
pressure from Derek's lips. His mouth tasted of freshly cleaned teeth and
his body oozed one of those Calvin Klein deodorants that must have been a
present for Christmas. Derek had left his towel behind so our naked chests
were pressed together as I was forced against the wall of the cubicle. I
have always loved kissing, but this was heavenly. Our tongues duelled as we
continued to explore the confines of our mouths. Derek and I seemed to be
of similar height, so our nipples became quickly erect as our young
hairless chests were gently massaged together. My dick was bursting its
skin as it was pressed tightly against his crotch. With both his hands he
quickly pushed my speedo over my bum cheeks and together with my shorts
they slipped to the ground. He then released the clip on his own shorts and
they also slipped to the ground allowing his naked dick to press against my
own. "Forgot my underwear." he whispered. He now had both hands cupped
around my bum and as we continued to make out he slowly started humping his
throbbing shaft against my own. He was definitely taking the lead and
slowly started to slide down my body, kissing and licking as he went. I
never realized belly buttons were so sensitive, but as a small amount of
fluff was extricated by his probing tongue I almost squealed.

I have never ever been deep throated, but Derek never hesitated and took me
deep into his throat. He was an expert and knew exactly when to back
off. He was edging me like it had never been before, but then I passed the
point of no return and indicated I was cumming. He never slowed up and
siphoned my cream into his pulsing gullet. I collapsed exhausted onto his
still bobbing head. Lifting me up and holding me against the wall he once
again kissed me and shared my cum.

After several minutes of just holding each other I sat him down on the seat
and knelt between his legs. He had a beautiful uncut dick. Slightly shorter
than my own 7 inches, but a good deal thicker. His nicely trimmed bush was
a joy to behold and as I rubbed my nose through his short curly fronds he
smelt divine. After licking his shaft and teasing his knob with my tongue I
started to twirl my tongue under his foreskin. I then tried to engulf his
thick sausage deep into my throat, but after three attempts, the last
nearly causing me to throw up, I apologized profusely and proceeded to wank
him slowly. I was embarrassed. I had never deep throated before, but I had
also never failed to satisfy anyone. By now he was leaking pre-cum like a
sieve and when he stood up and smiled at me, my own dick responded
immediately and sprung to life. He turned around and bent over the
seat. Using his own pre-cum he lubricated his bum hole and said he wanted
me to fuck him. He said he didn't actually care to be deep throated and
preferred to be a bottom.

He had come prepared and after rummaging in his shorts he held up a condom,
ripped it open with his teeth and slowly slipped it over my pulsing
rod. Amazingly my dick slipped in easily and in no time my untrimmed pubes
were pressed against his firm young globes. I started slowly, it had been a
while and I didn't want to disappoint again. He was amazing. Each time I
pulled out he clenched my dick with his muscles and then relaxed as I
pushed forward again. I wrapped my arm around his silken body and grasped
his thick rod with my hand. We quickly got into a rhythm and it wasn't long
before I knew I was close. Derek was moaning so loudly I had to cover his
mouth with my free hand. This was my work place after all.

Derek was an expert at squeezing the last drops of cum out of my
dick. Fortunately he had cum at the same time and I licked my hand
clean. Derek removed my condom and flushed it into the toilet then he
sucked the last drops of my cum off my dick and we finished by sharing both
our cums in a passionate embrace. We then got dressed and as it was nearly
1pm I had to return to work. Derek had his phone so I gave him my number
and let him leave the change rooms first. I checked to see no one was
looking and slipped out a couple of minutes later. I looked around, but
couldn't see Derek anywhere. His bag and clothes were gone so he must have
left.

The afternoon shift was painfully slow, but by 4pm the pool was empty. By
the time I had cleared away all the gear I just had time to change and it
was time to head home. I checked my phone but there was no messages, so I
got on my bike and cycled home. By 8pm I had still had no message from
Derek. Amazingly my Mum and Dad were going to his grandmother's party so
Mum told me where she lived. At 9pm after they had gone, with still no
message from Derek I decided to walk around to his Grandmother's house. I
stood at the front door for a while until I eventually rang the
bell. Derek's Grandfather came to the door and I asked if Derek was
there. He invited me in, but I declined and waited in the shadows. After
what seemed an eternity the front door opened and Derek emerged. He didn't
look pleased and snapped:" What are you doing here?" I told him that I had
really enjoyed our lunch together and that I had expected a message from
him. He didn't reply so I continued. I told him I really liked him and
hoped we could get together again and may be become boy friends. Perth
wasn't that far away anyway. His face still looked angry as he snapped out
his reply. "Lunchtime was a mistake. I was just horny and lusted after
you. No one in my family knows I am gay. Don't try to contact me again."
With that he was gone and the door closed.

I stood staring at the closed door for some time. "Why did this have to be
like this? We had so much in common. I would never have outed him.I could
have kept it a secret." The tears welled up and I headed home. I was still
sobbing when I undressed and headed for the shower. I felt like killing
myself and as the water poured over my body I collapsed onto the shower
floor.