Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 12:52:40 +1000
From: David Andrews <rusty121962@gmail.com>
Subject: My Dream Came True

This story takes place when I was around 12/13 years old and living in
England.

I was a very keen swimmer and went to the local swimming pool as often as
possible. Even at 12 years old, I found myself perving on the boys, not the
girls. During my visits to the pool, several interesting events happened,
the following story is just one of them.

On this particular day, as soon as I arrived, I saw a boy of around 12 or
13 that really stood out. He was very tanned and wore white speedos. He
would climb up on to the diving platform, stand there for a while, then
either dive or jump off.  I found my self staring at him every time he went
up there, mainly because the white speedos left nothing to the
imagination. Not that he anything spectacular, it is just that what
he had was very visible.

I spent ages that morning trying to make sure I was near him every time he
climbed up the steps to the platform. Sometimes I would make sure I got up
there first, but would then say to him "You go first, you're a better diver
than me". He would smile and them off he would go.

When I felt we had exchanged comments like that, I sat down near the steps.
Eventually he came and sat beside me, as he wasn't with anyone else. I
laugh now when I think about what he said, but it was a normal remark back
then, he said "do you come here often"? "Every chance I get I replied". I
told him about the Thursday night swim club and that I came into town to
swim most Saturdays as well. We exchanged names (he was Bruce) and chatted
about nothing much

After a while, I plucked up the courage to say "How come you have such a
brilliant tan"? He said that he had just come back from Australia after his
parents had split up, he had lived there most of his life.

The time came to leave and I asked him when he would be coming back again,
he replied "next Saturday", so I suggested we meet outside at a given time,
he agreed.

I couldn't wait for the following Saturday. I got out my skimpiest and
lightest pair of speedos and headed to town. Sure enough he was there
waiting for me when I arrived at the pool. We went in together and I said,
"do you want to share a cubicle to get changed or do you want privacy"? He
said he would share, my day was getting better!

So in we went and we started undressing, only then did I realize that Bruce
was already wearing his speedos under his shorts, I hadn't thought of doing
that. So as I took my undies off, I turned slightly away from him, somewhat
embarrassed now about being the only one naked..

We spent a couple of hours swimming and mucking around together,
my favorite thing being swimming through each others legs. It meant I was
able to get a very close look at his package  It looked as though it was
about the same size as mine, oh I had longed to feel it. I didn't consider
for a moment that he was actually doing the same to me...

Finally it came time to get out and get dressed. Off we went to the cubicle
together again. This time I was determined not to be shy and just get
naked on front of him and see what happened  Even that didn't work out
properly. As I was removing my speedos, he politely turned his back on me
(presumably to give me some privacy), in the end, all I saw of him was a
very nice bum!

We decided to go to a cafe and get something to eat, as we had nowhere else
to go, we ended up talking for ages and having a really good time. It was
as though we had known each other for years, not  just a week. By the end
of it, I had plucked up the courage to invite to him to come and stay with
us for the weekend, which he eagerly agreed to do. I said I would get my
mother to ring his mother to confirm it.

We went to different schools, but easily met up in the city after school so
that we catch my bus home to the country. Once home, he settled in quickly
and we played all sorts of games until it was time to go to bed. During our
time that evening we had talked and talked and slowly lost any inhibitions
we might have had. My room had two single beds in it, about three feet
apart, so we were fairly close together as we got ready for bed. We both
stripped down to our undies without embarrassment  but neither took them
off, instead we put our PJ bottoms on over the top.

For the next hour we told each other about experiences we had had with
girls, some real,  some wishful thinking, he certainly wasn't backwards in
coming forwards in his description. His stories gave me a raging hard-on.

The talk finally stopped and I presumed he had gone to sleep. But then he
started moaning a bit. I asked him what was wrong and he said "I feel like
a pull now". So I said, "Go ahead, feel free". He replied, " I can't be
bothered". Without even thinking about what I was saying I replied, "Come
over here then and I'll do it for you". It was out before I realized what
I'd said... There was no response for a few moments, then he said "Can I do
it to you too"?

Trying to hide my extreme excitement and anticipation I casually replied
"I suppose so, if you really want to". With that, he got out of bed and
came over to me. I said "Okay, strip your gear off", he
did without hesitation, only problem was the small amount of light coming
from the bedside clock only allowed a glimpse of what I was about to get my
hands around. He climbed in beside me and I rolled over and ran my hands
down his stomach. I wanted to savor the moment as much as possible... I
slowly moved my hand down towards his cock, wanting to feel how much pubic
hair he had. To my surprise  it felt as though he had absolutely none! I
was relieved as I didn't have very much either  but at least I knew I had a
bit more than Bruce did!

At last my hand came in contact with his hard little cock, I had never felt
one quite as hard, and I had felt a few. (I had had sexual experiences with
about half of the boys in the village, usually at their instigation rather
than mine, so I had a few cocks to compare with Bruce's. I rubbed around it
and felt his balls, rolling them around in my fingers. I could sense that
he had moved his legs wide apart, giving me as much access as possible.

After my exploration I started to masturbate him. At one stage I laid my
head on his chest as I gazed down on his cock, my eyes becoming used to the
semi darkness. It was about 3 to 4 inches and quite slim. I rubbed away
until at last he gently put his hand on mine to slow me down and then he
came almost immediately. He didn't produce any sperm that I could feel.

We lay there together for a while and I just said "Did you enjoy that"? He
said "Yep, it was super, your turn now". With that I lay back and put my
hands behind my neck. He undid my PJ cord then started to pull them down. I
lifted my butt off the bed to make it easier. He didn't just pull them
down, he made sure he took everything right off. He then undid my PJ top
and helped me out of that. He obviously wanted me stark naked before he
started masturbating me. I was more than happy with this arrangement!

He did much the same as I had done with him, running his fingers over my
stomach and slowly down towards his goal. By the time he actually started
wanking me, I was as stiff as a board and dying to cum. As I enjoyed what
he was  doing, it became fairly obvious to me that this was not the first
time for him either, he certainly knew his way around cocks and balls!
Eventually I had the most beautiful orgasm, one that I will always
remember. We lay naked side by side for a while before either of us could
talk. Eventually I decided that I might as well be honest with him and tell
him that I had actually wanted to do this from the first time we met. He
said he wasn't surprised and that he had felt the same way. He said he had
been trying to come up with a way to engineer it and thought up the ploy
that he had just used... We rolled on our sides and hugged each other, our
boy cocks intertwined with each others.

We talked a bit more about our experiences with other boys and girls, but
there was one thing I didn't tell him about, because that was going to be a
surprise for the morning... It would be a Saturday, but both my parents
worked until around 1.00pm, so we would have all morning together for me to
implement my own plan.


If you have enjoyed reading this, let me know, if enough people respond, I
will relate the story of the next morning...