Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 11:49:00 -0500
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim's Pool

I had met Jim in school that year, and liked him a lot.  He was extremely
good looking, with light brown hair, great tan, long lanky legs, and not an
extra ounce of fat on him.  He always had a quick, engaging smile, and
seemed to like me, too.

He was my age, 12, and in 7th grade.  One thing about him really caught my
attention when we showered after gym class.  What looked like a great tan
was all over his body.  Unlike the rest of us who had milky white bottoms
and upper thighs from wearing a bathing suit outside, he had an even brown
tan all over.  I couldn't swear it was a tan, but it sure looked it.  If it
wasn't, he was quite dark skinned for a kid with such light brown hair.

The other thing that caught my eye was that he wasn't circumcised like me
and the rest of my friends.  His foreskin protruded over a half inch over
the head of his dick, ending in a neat little pucker.  I could see the
outline of his dick head through the foreskin, and it had purple veins all
around.  Other than his foreskin, his dick was about the same size as mine,
dangling about four inches when soft.  I wondered what it looked like hard.

About a week after school ended, I met Jim in the park, and he invited me
over to his house.  Wanting to get to know him better, I eagerly accepted,
and we hopped on our bikes and went over.  As we entered, he mentioned his
mother and two brothers were out for most of the day, so we had the place to
ourselves.  I knew he had two brothers, one 14 and one 10, but other than
knowing they were as good looking as Jim was, I didn't know them at all.

Jim led me out the back of the house, and I saw they had a pool.

"Lets go swimming," Jim said.

"Oh, damn," I said.  "I don't have a suit with me."

"That's OK, we never wear bathing suits.  We just go naked."

"Your whole family?"

"Yeah."

"Even your parents?"

"Yeah.  If we have company, my mother will put on a suit, but the rest of us
almost never do."

"Wow," I said.  "I've never even gone swimming naked, let alone with other
people.  And I can't imagine doing it in front of my parents."

"We've always done it, ever since I can remember.  We don't even think
anything of it.  It's just natural."

Well, that sure explained his all-over tan.  I was still a bit hesitant, but
Jim led the way over to the lounge chairs and began stripping, so I didn't
have much choice, unless I wanted to look like a dork, as well as missing a
chance to take a swim.  I stripped, too, feeling self conscious not about
being naked, but about my white skin around my middle.  But Jim didn't seem
to care, so why should I?

We both jumped into the pool, and had a great time just messing around,
racing, splashing, diving, etc.  I thought I detected a couple of quick
feels of my crotch that seemed almost, but not quite, random touches.

After about a half hour we got out, and Jim went and flopped onto a lounge
chair, so I did too.  We were close together, with the foot end of the
lounges closer than the head, so we could see each other well.  I tried not
to stare, but Jim made such a picture-perfect sight sitting there naked and
brown all over, so I couldn't help looking at him.  His dick looked so neat
flopped over against his thigh, with it's foreskin puckered like that, that
I felt I might be in danger of getting hard.  I noticed that he was also
looking at me.

We talked for a bit, and then Jim suddenly asked if I'd put suntan oil on
him.  I was really surprised, but the idea of rubbing all over his body was
a temptation I couldn't resist, so I said OK.

He reached into a bag beside his chair and pulled out a squeeze tube of
suntan oil, and tossed it to me.  Then he reclined his seat all the way and
turned onto his stomach.  That left his great looking butt staring me in the
face.  I just looked at him for a minute, then got up and went over and
squeezed a bunch of oil onto his back.  I started rubbing it into his neck,
then shoulders and upper arms, then moved down his back.   As I got down
near his butt, I did start to get hard.  The thought of rubbing oil onto
that delicious looking butt was really turning me on!

I hesitated a little, then squirted a bunch on each cheek, and began rubbing
it in.  Some ran into his crack, so I ran my finger down into it, and he
spread his legs a little.  Obviously he liked that.  I rubbed his cheeks as
long as I dared, then began on his thighs, and they were almost as neat to
rub, so I lingered on them a little.  With his legs spread, I could see all
the way down to the bottom of his balls, and boy, was I getting turned on.

Suddenly Jim turned over for me to do his other side.  I could see him
glance at my dick, which was hard, and I was embarrassed.  He didn't say
anything, but smiled a bit, so he wasn't surprised or mad at me for getting
hard while rubbing him.  He was limp when he turned over, but pretty quickly
began to stir as I started to rub oil on his neck and upper chest.  By the
time I got down to his groin, he was as hard as I was, and I couldn't help
but stare at his dick as it lengthened, pulling his foreskin back just
enough to see just a little of his dick head peaking through.  That looked
really neat.

I continued my work, avoiding touching his dick, and going down to his legs.
  When I finished, he said quietly, "You missed a spot."

I couldn't believe he said that.  I wanted to feel his dick, but was afraid
to.  He didn't say anything else, but reached into the bag beside him and
brought out a tube of regular hand cream.

"Here, we use this.  The suntan stuff stings on your dick."

I started at the word "we," but took the tube, and squeezed a good dollop
onto his dick, and tentatively began to rub it.

"Go ahead and rub it in well," Jim whispered.  He wanted me to really rub
it!  I couldn't believe it.  But I began doing it, rubbing my hand up and
down his dick, making his foreskin pull all the way back on the downstroke.
It looked really purple and sensitive; more sensitive than mine, which I
figured made sense since it had that nice soft sheath over it all the time.

I kept doing it, since clearly his intent was for me to jack him off, and I
was happy to do so.  It took about five minutes, and I enjoyed the feel of
his hard penis in my hand, with rippled veins underneath and the skin moving
up and down much more than with my own dick.

Soon I could see him tense, so I jacked harder, avoiding touching the head
of his penis, but putting pressure on the spot right under the head that I
knew felt best to me.  Then he held his breath, and I felt his penis jerk in
my hand, and a shot of cum came flying out, reaching almost all the way up
his chest.  His eyes were closed in concentration, and his penis seemed to
come alive in my hand, jerking and squirting five jets, each one going a
little less far, until it just dribbled out on my hand.  Jim had streaks of
cum all the way down from his upper chest to his groin; thin ropes of white
pearly cum.

I just held on as he recovered from his orgasm, and I felt I could cum just
looking at him and the mess he'd made, and his dick in my hand still
dribbling cum on my hand and his groin.

Finally he opened his eyes and smiled, and said, "Wow, that felt great.  You
did a great job on me."

I let go, and he said, "OK, now I'll put suntan oil on you."

I eagerly lay down on my stomach and relaxed, as he repeated the performance
on me.  When he got to my bottom, it felt really good as he kneaded my buns
as though he were making bread.  I spread my legs like he had done, and he
rubbed down in my crack all the way to my balls, and rubbed around them for
a little while, then he came back up my crack, spreading my cheeks and
pressing on my butt hole.  He pressed down enough for just the tip of his
finger to enter my hole, and I was surprised not only that he did that, but
at how good it felt.  He just pressed for a while, moving his finger in
small circles, and I felt my dick getting hard again.

Done with my back, Jim told me to turn over, so I did, momentarily
embarrassed by my boner sticking up, but I quickly got over that as he
started to rub the oil into my chest.  Like I had done with him, he avoided
my dick until he had given me a good rubdown everywhere else, at which point
he stopped.  Remembering what he had said, I said softly, "You forgot a
spot."

Jim smiled, and reached for the hand cream.  It was warm from the sun when
he squirted a thick line of it up the length of my hard dick, and I loved
it.  He then gripped it softly, spreading the cream all over, and beginning
to rub me slowly.  I was in heaven.  I'd never dreamed how good it would
feel for someone to rub my dick like that.

Jim rubbed me softly and slowly for a long time, much more gently than I did
when I jacked off, but the anticipation was making me hotter than I'd ever
felt, and my dick was incredibly sensitive.  After probably ten minutes, I
thought I'd die.  He finally began to grip a little harder and jack me a
little faster, and I could feel my orgasm growing.  Suddenly it hit, and I
let loose a spurt that went all the way up my chest.  Jim stopped stroking,
just holding tight, and I continued to spurt.  I was in ecstasy; my whole
body was involved in my orgasm.

Jim just held on to me while I recovered, and let go only when I went soft.

"Wow, that was great," I said, out of breath.

Jim handed me a paper towel to clean up with, and suggested we take a dip to
clean up. I got up slowly and followed him to the pool.

We didn't stay in long, but got out and went back to the lounge chairs.  I
was curious, so had to ask him.  "You do that out here often?" thinking how
risky it would be to just lay out in the sun jacking off.  I only did it in
the privacy of my own room, and with the door locked.

"Only when Mom and Dad aren't here," he answered.

That statement, put together with what he said earlier, connected.

"When you handed me the tube of hand cream, you said, 'we use this.' Now you
said only when your parents weren't around.  Does that mean your brothers do
it, too?"

"Yeah.  In fact, my older brother, John, taught me how to do it.  Or at
least I saw him doing it and forced him to tell me what he was doing.  It
was nearly four years ago.  He was ten and I was eight."

"How did you catch him?"

"He was out here at the pool when I came home.  I came out the back door,
and saw him laying on a lounge chair, rubbing his dick.  He seemed to be
enjoying it, so I watched.  I could tell something was happening as he
stopped and was real tense, but of course it was a dry come.  He was
surprised to see me, but I asked what he was doing, and he told me about how
good it felt if he rubbed himself for a long time.  So I decided to try it,
and he was right.  It did feel great."

"Do you do it together?"

"Yeah, we've been doing this for years."

"Has anyone ever seen you?"

"My father caught us once, but he was OK with it.  We had 'THE TALK,' and it
was no big deal.  I even saw him doing it once."

"Wow.  That would never happen at my house.  Everyone is so uptight."

Just then I heard a door slam, and voices in the house.  I jumped for my
clothes, but Jim said "Relax, no one will care if we're naked."  So I sat
back down, feeling kinda funny.

After a minute his mother walked out.  I was still pretty uptight, but she
just came over to where we were sitting in the sun and asked how things were
going.  Jim introduced me, and she said, "Hi, glad to meet you," and walked
away, all the time ignoring the fact that I was laying there naked for all
to see.  As she went in the door, she turned and said, "I have to go to the
grocery store.  Be back in about an hour."

Then Jim's big brother came out, and started to undress.  Just as he was
about to take a dip, I noticed his eyes looking at the tube of lotion and
the paper towel on the table beside me.  I felt an icicle in my heart -- he
knew what we had been doing.  Gulp.  But he just smiled and said, "So you
guys have been having fun without me, eh?"

Instead of taking a dip, he sat down on another lounge, and asked me to toss
him the lotion.  I did, and watched as he lay back and began fingering
himself.  Like Jim, he wasn't circumcised, but he had a full bush of pubic
hair, and his penis was quite a bit bigger than ours.  Not huge, but
substantial.  As he played with it, it got hard, and the head came out of
its sheath.  Then he squirted on a line of lotion, and started to jack off.
Jim called out to him, "John, you want me to do that for you?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."

So Jim got up and went over to John and sat on the side of his lounge, and
started stroking John with one hand.  He stopped for a second and put more
lotion on the middle finger of his other hand, then started back up again.
John spread his legs, and Jim put his finger down by his butt hole, and
started working it around, like he had started to do to me.  But he went
farther with his brother; he stuck it all the way in, and I could see him
moving it in and out.  "Oh yeah," said John.  "That feels great."

Jim kept it up for about five minutes, and then John tensed, and started
cumming.  He let loose several strong shots of semen onto his stomach, and
Jim just held still, holding on tight, with his finger still in John's butt.
  I got up and got a paper towel and took it to them, and John wiped himself
up and Jim cleaned off his hands.  I was hard again from watching, and
wanted to jack off again, but Jim's little brother suddenly came running out
of the house, just back from a friend's house.

"Hi guys," he said.

"Hi, Billy," said Jim, and he introduced me.  I was starting to shrink down
in the crotch, even though Billy was a beautiful little boy.  He started
undressing almost immediately.

"He's the horniest one of us all," said John.  Watch, I bet he has a boner
already!"  And he did.  A cute little uncut penis, hard as a rock.

"You want to do him?"  Jim asked me.  I hesitated.  I'd love to feel that
little penis, but didn't want to appear too eager.

"Yeah, do me!" said Billy.

So I agreed.  Billy took my place on the lounge chair, and laid back.  I
reached for him tentatively.  He was so cute.  I played with it a little
bit, then reached for the lotion and lubed him up, starting to stroke him
gently.

Billy reached over for the lotion and held it up.  "Here, use your finger."
I was really surprised.  I couldn't believe he wanted me to do that.  But I
was willing.  I put some lotion on my middle finger, and Billy spread his
legs the way John had done, and I reached down to his butt crack and felt
for his hole.  I found it, and gently probed it with my finger.  Then I
pushed my fingertip in just a little.  Billy said, "Go ahead, it doesn't
hurt."  So I slowly slid it in.  It felt really neat in there -- warm and
tight.

"Feel for the lump just inside.  That's the prostate.  Rub it and it feels
really good," said Jim.  I did, and found a little lump, and when I rubbed
it with my finger, Billy sighed.

"Thats the right spot," he said.  I continued to rub up and down Billy's
penis with two fingers (my hand was too big to use a fist), and pushed my
finger in and out, rubbing Billy's prostate as I did, and pretty soon Billy
tensed, then I felt his penis throb in a dry orgasm.  I could feel his butt
clamping down on my finger at the same time.  It felt really neat.

After that, we all went swimming, and played "Marco, Polo," but with an
unusual amount of quick feels and grabs of butts and crotches.

That was the beginning of many fun times at Jim's house or, more
specifically, at his pool.  And it wasn't long before I had an all-over tan
like Jim, which the other boys noticed when I changed for gym.  I expected
to get ribbed for it, but no one seemed to notice, or at least they didn't
say anything.