Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 22:24:49 -0400
From: SS
Subject: Memories of Sixteen

Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written.  The
names have been changed for obvious reasons. If you are under 18 years old
or offended by gay sex then please leave this site immediately.

Memories of Sixteen

"Oh, unnggh, oh wow, oh shit, ungghh, unhh, unnnggghhh, ohhhh...woww...
that was the most amazing thing I've ever felt," he purred.

"Yeah," I said, as I wiped off my lips.  "And you haven't felt the best
yet."

Lane was twelve, going on thirteen in two months.  He was tall, thin and
had a full head of red hair that hung over his eyes and ears and down to
his collar.  He was probably the cutest kid I'd seen in my two years as a
lifeguard, with a small, slightly upturned nose, amazing green eyes and the
beginnings of what I could imagine would turn out to be a great six pack.
I knew, as soon as I saw him, that this kid would be one of my night time
fantasies.  Oh yeah, he had beautiful, straight white teeth that he showed
off when he smiled, which, it seemed, was always.

All day long, I had the toughest time keeping my eyes off him, but, as I
was sixteen and had to be the upstanding, responsible authority figure at
the pool, not to mention that being gay wasn't socially acceptable in those
days, I had to tear myself away from staring at him and concentrate on my
job.  Not easy, let me tell you.  I'd watch him dive off the board, as I
had to do with every other person who used the board, but as he'd climb
back out, my gaze was drawn to his Speedo encased bulge.  We all wore
Speedos back then, which made it incredibly difficult for a guy firmly
entrenched in the closet not to stare, not to mention keeping myself under
control.  Oh, just so you know, when I was 16, I was 6' 1" tall, weighed
165 lbs., had brown hair and hazel eyes and my circumcised dick was about 7
inches long. I'd dated a few girls, had lost my virginity with one at 15
and had had a few other experiences, but they left me feeling unsatisfied.

Anyway, Lane seemed oblivious to my attention, which was fine with me, at
that time, but my mind was churning with thoughts of how to get into that
little beauty's pants, without creating problems for myself.  The last
thing I needed was for someone, especially his parents, to find out what I
was thinking or what I really wanted to do.  So I contented myself with
imagining what I wanted to do with him, at night, in the shower, in the
morning, anytime I jerked off.  He became my principal erotic vision.

This went on for weeks, and as the summer wore on, my hopes of finding a
way to get my hands on this adorable kid seemed to dwindle.  That was,
until one day late in August.  It had started out as a typical summer day
in Southern Ontario, hot, humid and cloudless.  The pool was packed, adults
and kids of all ages trying to escape the heat.  However, much to my
growing disappointment, Lane wasn't among them.  I spent the better part of
the day yelling at kids to stop diving off the sides of the pool or to stop
splashing the older people.  Late in the day it started to cloud over and
the sun disappeared behind the clouds, cooling the afternoon off.  As a
result, people started drifting away and going back into the apartment,
until there were only a few swimmers left.  I went into the pool shed to
get the water testing equipment for the evening pH test and when I came
out, there he was.  He was wearing the cutest yellow Speedo and nothing
else.  As I watched, he slowly stepped down into the pool until he got to
where the water reached his crotch and gasped.  I couldn't help chuckling
and he heard me, looked up and grinned.

"Could you get it any colder?" he asked, smiling that gorgeous smile of
his.

"I could throw in some ice cubes, I guess." I answered.  "It's always
easier if you just jump in and get it over with all at once."

"Yeah, but then I'd freeze everything off." he chimed.

"Yeah, that'd be a shame," I said, before I thought about what I was
saying.

He gave me a kind of surprised, amused look and then dove under the water.
I looked around to make sure no one else had heard our conversation.
Fortunately, everyone was at the far end of the pool and weren't paying any
attention.  Lane swam up to where I was sitting at the deep end, climbed
out of the pool and sat on the deck beside my chair.  He asked me about
what it was like lifeguarding and about the high school swim team I was on
and we got talking about high school and how he liked junior high.  He said
he'd enjoyed his first year, but was worried about grade 8.  I asked him
what it was that concerned him.

He looked at me, and with some hesitation, said, "Well, next year when we
take phys. ed. we have to shower after class and I'm kinda scared."

"Nothing to be scared of," I said, "We all had to do that.  It's kind of
embarrassing at first, but you get used to it."

"What if they make fun of me?" he asked.

"Why would they make fun of you?  If you're worried about your, ah, size,"
I answered, glancing at his package, "I wouldn't be too concerned."

He looked at me with a kind of quizzical look and asked, "Do you think
I'm...OK?"

"If you mean, do I think your dick's the right size," I said, "then, yeah,
I think you're OK."

"D'ya really think so?" Lane asked eagerly.

"Well, based on what I can see in your Speedos, yeah, but I'd be willing to
let you know if you want me to see you without them," I said with some
hesitation.

"Umm..OK, but where do we go?" asked Lane.

My heart was pounding at this point.  "I'm actually going to do this, I was
thinking.  "Shit, I hope no one finds out," was my next thought.  And
third, "Where can we go?"

"How about the pool shed after I close up tonight?" I suggested.  Lane
thought for a moment and said he thought that would be OK.  We agreed to
meet back at the pool at 7:00pm.

I went through the next 3 hours with my heart pounding, my brain definitely
not on work and desperately trying to avoid walking around with a hard-on
that would have been incredibly obvious.  Fortunately, since it had cooled
off somewhat, not too many people stuck around, so I could just sit in my
deck chair with my legs bent.  Just before I was ready to close the pool,
Lane showed up.  He was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.  I opened
the gate for him and told him I was really glad he'd decided to show up.

"So am I," he said.

"I just want to make sure you want to do this," I asked, to which he
replied, "Yeah, I do."  I locked the gate to the pool, opened the shed door
and turned on the light.  Once we were in, I closed the door and looked at
Lane.

My mouth was dry and I was almost shaking from the excitement.

"OK, so let's see what you're wondering about," I said.

I reached over and undid the button and then the zipper on his shorts and
pulled them down to his knees.  He was still wearing that yellow Speedo and
you could really see just what he was packing.  He was hard as a rock under
the trunks and his sweet cock was clearly outlined.  I reached down and
gently rubbed his dick over his Speedos and Lane gasped and started
breathing quicker.  I wrapped my fingers around his shaft as best I could
and stroked him slowly for a short while, but my curiosity and lust got the
better of me. Undoing the string on his trunks, I pulled them away from his
body, out over his hard dick and down his legs.  His cock was absolutely
beautiful.  Circumcised, about 4 inches long with a slight upward curve
toward his flat tummy, a perfectly shaped mushroom head that was darker red
than the rest of his shaft and with a wisp of the same red hair as on his
head around the base.  I was speechless.  Here was the boy I'd dreamed
about for weeks, naked, hard and willing.

"Are you OK with this?" I asked.  He simply nodded his head in reply, so I
took hold of his penis and started slowly stroking it.  It felt like a
large nail with smooth, soft skin over top.  "Like it?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said, "No one's ever done that to me.  It feels great."

"Well, I know something else that feels great, wanna try it?" I questioned.
Lane looked at me and said "Yes, but first, I want to feel yours."

"You sure?" I asked.

He replied, "Yeah, I really want to see what it's like."

So I stopped jacking him and leaned back against the wall.  Lane reached
out and undid the string on my Speedos, which, by now were stretched to the
max and starting to get wet with my precum.  He pulled them down my legs
and stood back, looking at my raging hard-on.  He reached out and took my
dick in his hand and my breath caught in my throat.  His hand was warm and
soft and felt amazing as he stroked my dick.  I reached over and began
jerking him at the same time.  We stood there looking at each other,
stroking each other's penis and just revelling in the sensations.

Lane looked at me and said, "What did you mean by, something else that
feels great?"

I stopped my stroking and asked, "Do you trust me?"

He said, "Of course, I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"OK," I said, "then lean back, close your eyes and relax."  Lane did just
that.  The sight of this gorgeous young boy, naked and hard, allowing me to
do whatever I was going to do, almost brought me to tears.  I knelt down,
took hold of his penis and began stroking it again.  I leaned forward and
gently kissed the tip of his cock.  His eyes shot open and he looked down
at me.  I raised my eyebrows quickly and leaned in and gave it another
kiss, this time taking the tip of his head into my mouth.  I licked the tip
with my tongue and Lane started shaking.

"Oh, shit that feels great." he exclaimed.

I could only say, "Un-hunh," since I still had his dick in my mouth.  I
slowly lowered my head, sliding my mouth down the hard, silky shaft of his
penis until I had his whole dick in my mouth and my nose was up against his
pubic mound and that little fluff of hair.  Slowly pulling back, I added
some pressure and suction and Lane just about went through the roof.  I
took his penis out of my mouth and went back to pumping it gently and
slowly, while I licked the underside of his sweet sac.  His balls were like
large marbles and there was just the beginning of hair on his scrotum,
which tickled my tongue.  I licked up and over his balls and along the
underside of his shaft, tracing the tube along the bottom, until I got back
to the head.  I then took his cock in my mouth and began nodding my head,
sucking Lane for all I was worth.  By this time Lane was moaning and
writhing and humping his hips forward, driving his dick deeper into my
mouth.  As I sped up, I could feel his cock getting harder, if that was
possible and the tube becoming more engorged.  I was really hoping that he
was able to produce sperm.  Lane started bucking harder and suddenly went
rigid.  His cock started twitching and then I felt his sperm jet up his
cock and out into my mouth.  Two, three hard squirts and then some softer
ones and then he stopped.

"Oh, unnggh, oh wow, oh shit, ungghh, unhh, unnnggghhh, ohhhh...woww...
that was the most amazing thing I've ever felt," he purred.

"Yeah," I said, as I wiped off my lips.  "And you haven't felt the best
yet."

More to come.