Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2001 04:05:38
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: more of my: Pat on My Lap

Well, again nothing is real about this story, no Pat, no water in the pool,
no me....
I really like knowing anyone like the story, so please email at
kebo_t@hotmail.com
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Pat was really a great looking kid with a big smile and eyes that would
twinkle.  The summer he was almost 11, he had cute chubby cheeks and hair
that had only heard of such a thing as a comb.  He had really tanned up as
he spent most of his time in the pool or hanging on the street in just his
swimsuit.  He never tied the strings on his suit and it would fall down an
inch or two before his little bubble butt would keep it from falling off.

He really surprised me the first time I helped him learn to swim.  I had
never had a boy put my hand on his dick and balls.  And it was all with his
brother Mike only a few feet away.  Pat had found his own way to jack,
leaning against me, my hand supporting him with my hand on his dick and
balls, and him kicking like a crazed dolphin.  I know I helped by my
enjoying the feel of what he had in his swimsuit, a rock hard little dick
and two small hard balls in a puffy soft sac.

Swimming lesson continued through the summer, but it had to be at special
time when not too many people were around, usually just his brother and
then only when we wasn't paying much attention to us.  I think Pat would
wait for those opportunities to masturbate.  I could tell he orgasmed but
he was still a year or two away from cuming.  Still he would build himself
up into a state of bliss, I loved watching his face as he went along.
Closed eyes and opened mouth, breathing faster and faster.  As he got
closer to peaking, he would lean more and more on me, resting his cheek on
mine and pressing his chest against me.  I had to have my hand in the
perfect spot or he would move around until it was.  His hard dick in my
palm and his balls in my fingers.  He let me play with his little balls all
I wanted as long as I didn't move my hand.  He would trap a finger or two
between his legs as he got closer to orgasm but just at that point, he had
to push my hand off of him, he couldn't stand it any longer but his entire
body would be part of his orgasm.  He would collapse and fall against me,
just floating there for a minute or two as he recovered.

Even when he didn't do that, he seemed to always want to be on me or around
me when I got to swim with them.  Mike was a good friend and invited me
over to swim a lot.  While we played and wrestled in the pool, Pat was on
me a lot.  The normal way of holding him up was his body would rest against
my boner.  In the water, my boner provided enough ledge for Pat to become
lodged on.  One or the other of his cheeks would rest right on my bent over
boner.  Occasionally, his own hard little boner would rest right on mine.
I got out of the pool several times with a load of pre-cum covering my
dick, even as wet as it was.  Many times I had to rearrange my package and
snuck my hand down my suit.  Rarely, if Pat was in the pool was it brought
back without a little coating of slick pre-cum.

Many times, when others were distracted or just out of the line of sight,
Pat would slide his hand inside my swimsuit.  He would feel all around,
flicking his fingers around my dick and balls, it actually reminded me of
trying to grab a huge handful of popcorn from the bag.  Even when there
were others around, he would swim behind me and surprise me by shoving his
hand down the back of my swimsuit, something his brother would do but not
with the same end point as Pat.  Mike's hand would be turned out and trying
to pull my swimsuit down.  Pat's hand would facing my butt, and went deep,
most of the time grabbing a handful of my butt.  The first time he hit my
hole with a finger, he came up giggling and jumping around.  I sucked in a
lot of air and a little water, I must have looked shocked.  The rest of
that day, I flexed my hole open and closed, still feeling that finger had
just barely pushed on it.

We played like almost every time we got in the pool over two summers.  But
one day, the weather allowed us to have a little more fun.  It got cloudy,
and then just right out stormy.  Dark clouds covered the sky, the winds
whipped the towels and floats all over, little bursts of stinging rain hit
us and forced us under the water.  Mike was always the smartest around and
he had enough and went into the house to change.  It had to be the coolest
day of the summer but Pat and I stayed in the pool.  He and I were floating
around, his legs wrapped around my chest, his head thrown back as I was
staring at the outline of his dick in is swimsuit.
  We moved to the edge of the pool and he sat on the deck, his feet
dangling in the water.  I stayed right there but took advantage of a free
hand and put it in my own swimsuit and stroked about 6 hard and fast
strokes.  I wasn't ready to cum, but I had to jack at least a little bit
right then.

I floated with Pat's legs under my armpits, my face only inches from his
crotch.  I sniffed it, but as usual, he was so squeaky clean from being in
the water so long.  I put a finger on his dick that I thought was hard, but
as I played with it, I could see it harden and move itself up and tent
against the fabric.  I started to move my fingers into the top of his
swimsuit to reach his dick but as I did, he lifted his butt and we both
pulled down his suit to just under his balls.
  Somebody looking out their parents window could have seen what was going
on, maybe Mike had a views from his window, but we had a second or two if
someone came out of the backdoor.

I had seen his dick before, from a few feet away.  I had felt it and jacked
it but while doing that never really got to see it.  Now here is was, a
fraction of an inch from my nose.  I remember seeing how many little veins
were running through it, seeing up close the result of circumcision, and
the red little hole at the tip of his dick.  I kept my face close that
afternoon, and my fingers played with it and felt the warmth of his sack.
I was so close that even in the cloud darkened sky, I could see the few
pubes he had.  Five on one side, six on the other.  Not really long or
plentiful enough to do anything with, but still a pretty little sight.  We
stayed like that quite awhile, we were both shivering from the cold.  His
dick was getting cold standing up in the cool breeze, and I just had to at
least try it a little.  I leaned my head in and took just the tip of his
dick into my mouth.  I could feel the heat from under the skin, and the
clean taste of a chlorinated pool.  Both Pat and I were shivering hard,
some from the excitement and quite a bit from the cold air around us.  I
had decided that I was going to suck him all the way.  I wanted to see if I
could make him actually cum.  I wanted to feel his balls in my mouth.  I
wasn't even sure how far I was going to go, but I was summoning up enough
confidence to lick his little hole right in the middle of that cute bubble
butt.

Then, all of a sudden, his mom opened the door and screamed at us to get
out of the pool before we got electrocuted from the lightning.  Fearing we
were going to get caught, Pat launched himself back into the pool.  His
boner came flying at me, and hit me square in the eye.  It hurt but all
that was really going on in my mind was that my eye had been poked out by a
dick, how was I every going to explain that to any of my friends or even my
doctor.  My eye was alright, I saw stars for the rest of the night.  But I
still had to run into the house with a boner and I was sure I had enough
pre-cum that is would soon be dripping on the floor.  Their mother didn't
want me dripping even water on the floor so she told me to keep the towel
around my waist and give her my swimsuit.  It was a whole nothing feeling
to have only a beach towel between me and a woman, even if she was
someone's mom!  It was also a new thrill to walk in that towel from their
house to mine, right next door.  Hey, I was 16, I was easily thrilled.

There weren't many sleep overs between Mike and I but occasionally I could
manage an invitation to stay over.  Mike was great, but not much ever
happened between us.  There was the one night that as we were talking in
bed, he reached over and started running a finger along my nipple.  I
didn't react very much, I loved the feeling.  After he had outlined my
nipple several times, his finger felt how hard and sticking out it was.  He
just let it drop and rest on the bed, still in contact with my chest.  I
still wonder if that could have gone on to more, but I was not secure
enough to take it farther myself.  I did finish that night, when I knew he
was sound asleep, with a hand reaching and feeling his dick.  He had a
boner and his dick head was just barely poking out the slit in his
underwear.  He rolled over after I had kept my hand there for at least 5
minutes.  I pulled my hand back to my nose, and smelled his aroma.  It did
smell like Mike, it was familiar but very much stronger than ever before.
When ever he would come close, I would smell that aroma and remember the
feel of his hard dick and my nipples would even twitch a little.

But it was with Pat that the sleep overs were the best.  He would hang out
in Mike's room, running around in his underwear, jumping from bed to bed,
sitting in my lap, laying on top of me, it seemed like he was always
touching me in some sort of way.  He would go back to his own room when
ever we had to go to bed or when Mike was tired enough to go to sleep.  I
would lay there, trying not to go to sleep and listening carefully for Mike
to start breathing like he was asleep.  There were a couple of times that I
was sliding out of bed just as the bathroom door opened and Pat was there
to get me.  Most of the time, it was Pat coming in to wake me up and get me
to follow him into the bathroom.

We didn't keep our underwear on long in there.  Pat always wanted me to
take his off, and when I did, I loved the way his hard dick would bounce up
and slap his belly as soon as it got past the waistband in his underwear.
Most of the time we played with each others dicks.  He would do that
reaching for popcorn on me and my dick would grow so very hard.  I was
determined that I could make him cum, I would play with his dick and balls
but always stroke him.  I saw his balls grow as time went on.  The first
time I felt them, they were hard little marbles, I never squeezed him hard
enough to hurt him but they wouldn't give with a light squeeze.  They grew
to the size of grapes, filling his soft hairless scrotum.  Even as I would
be jacking him, I had to stop every once in a while to feel his balls.  And
I always knew I was doing good when he would lay back on me and close his
eyes.  He would take my other hand and move it around his body, sometimes
on his little nipples, sometimes rubbing his belly, sometimes down his
legs.  But no matter what I did to him, just as he was orgasming, he would
pull my hand away from his dick.  He whole body would convulse with each
wave.  I was able to match my cuming with his orgasm only twice, but when I
did, it was like our bodies were locked on each other.

One night, Pat was not all that interested in getting into my lap and doing
the regular routine.  He talked more than he normally does.  Most of the
talking we had done before was little dirty sayings, almost corny but it
was all part of it.  This night, he was asking more questions, he wanted to
know about fucking girls and what guys in the lockerroom at the high school
do (not a heck of a lot in my HS, I think I saw one boner the entire time).
He was also fixed on how big my dick was right then.  He had me sit on the
edge of the tub and get my boner to point up and not touch it.  I knew he
was up to something, he acted more like a puppy searching for his favorite
tennis ball.  He stood right between my legs, leaned his face right in to
mine and with his lips on mine, he asked me if I wanted to try IT.  I had
to ask him again, and he kept asking if we could try IT.  I honestly wasn't
sure what he meant but I said I would.  With that, he turned around, split
his round cheeks and aimed for my boner.

As he leaned down, my dick head made it just inside his hole.  It was just
barely in but I felt such a rush through my body.  I had no spit left in my
mouth, I wasn't sure I could remember how to breathe.  He sat down and
tried to drive my dick into him, but it bent.  It did hurt a little and I
sucked in air so fast that I am sure I made enough noise to wake Mike.  We
tried to line it up, we thought it might just be a matter of putting it in
straight.  At one time, while my head was in him, he quickly turned around
to say something to me and my dick twisted right with him.  I swung to the
side and as I did, I saw the solution.  There on the tub was a gorgeous
green bottle of aloe.  I got him up, and started squirting the green gel on
my dick and even my balls.  I even started to squirt it right into his
hole, when the bottle made a farting sound, that got Pat laughing.

Now all slicked up, still hard as a rock, heart beating 100 miles an hour,
with this hot, cute boy in front of me, I backed him right down on me.
This time, with very little trouble or sticking at all, my dick went all
the way into him.  I could feel the warmth of his body on every inch of my
dick.  I had to have squeezing his body because he took my hands in his and
squeezed back.  With me humping up and down a little, he started bouncing
up and down.  Each down stroke hit me just so right that I thought I would
be cuming in just a few strokes.  I pulled one hand away and put it right
on his dick.  At first I thought it was aloe gel, until I could tell it was
a string of pre-cum from the tip of his dick to the floor.  It was still
the best lube that I used on his dick.

It really wasn't long before I just couldn't hold it any longer, and I blew
shot after shot of cum in that tight little hole.  I caught myself with
eyes closed, mouth open and leaning my face against his neck.  I had to
grab him and hold him tight against me as he tried to hump my sensitive
dick.  We made a little popping sound as my soft dick pulled out of his
hole.  I was almost out of it but I left him on my lap and jacked him until
I felt his body shiver.  There was something on my hand, I didn't know if
it was aloe, pre-cum, or if he had cumed for the first time.  (I want to
think it was his first time to cum the next time we met up).

I was not shaking, I was not worried that Mike would walk in on us, I just
leaned against the wall and tried to makes sure I had just done that.  Pat
was sitting between my legs but on the floor, I could hear and feel his
breathing, but I thought we were both going to drift off to sleep right
there.  I carried him to his bed, I could see that toothy grin shining up
at me, and I slipped him under the covers, just naked.  I found my
underwear, pulled them on, and quietly laid next to Mike.  I slept great
that night, I was usually up before Mike when I slept there, but he had to
wake me up when I didn't move for hours after he was up.