Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 16:14:31 -0700
From: Ryan Daly <rydaly@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robbie's Pool

This story is a true story from my youth.  The usual disclaimers apply.
Please abide by the laws of your country and don't read this until you are
of legal age.  If you are a US citizen, please don't read this until you are
18.

When I was 14, sex with another boy was something I only day-dreamed about,
thinking I was the only kid on earth with such desires.  Because I was
raised in a strict Mormon household, my masturbation fantasies generally
consisted of watching another young teen masturbate in front of me.
Touching,  or any kind of sex outside of marriage was forbidden, even in my
fantasies, and would restrict me from gaining eternal life.

I used other kids in Middle School as fuel for my fantasies -- never
thinking any of them were like me, never imagining I would ever have any
sexual contact with any of them.

Robbie was one such boy I fantasized about.  We were acquaintances, living
in the same tract in upper-middle class Orange County, California, and
sometimes I got the chance to ride to school with him on our bikes.  He was
13, in 7th grade, so I guess hanging with me, an 8th grader, was OK with
him.  He was blessed with the unusual and winning combination of straight
blonde hair and dark eyes and eyebrows.  He was a couple inches shorter than
me, and I wondered longingly what he looked like naked -- if he had any hair
around his dick and how big it was.

One morning, late in the spring, he caught up to me as I pedaled to school.

"Hey Ryan, how's it going?" he asked.

"Fine," I answered with the usual adolescent lack of detail.  Butterflies
built in my stomach as I stole furtive glances at his gorgeous figure as we
rode.  His smooth legs were quite tan for this time of year.  I built up the
courage and asked him, "How come  you're so tan and it's only May?"

"Our pool's heated." he replied matter-of-factly.

"That's cool," I said, trying not too sound too impressed.

"You should come swimming sometime," he said.

"O.K. I will," I answered. I didn't want to sound eager, because it might
seem strange for an 8th grader to want to hang with a lowly 7th grader.

After a few moments Robbie said, "Well... when are you coming over?"

Surprised, I answered "Today," without thinking.  As we rode towards school,
we firmed up the plans for me to come over around 3:30 pm.

All day in school I alternated between extreme excitement and a little fear.
  I counted the minutes until the bell rang and school let out.  Because
Robbie was in band, which practiced an extra half hour after school, we
never got the chance to ride home together, but it gave me a chance to
imagine Robbie in swim trunks, his smooth legs and tan chest contrasting
with the turquoise of the pool water.  I went to my room and pulled out my
trunks from last summer -- they were threadbare and much too tight, but
they'd have to do.  I couldn't relax the 40 minutes before 3:30, endlessly
pacing around my house with excitement and a bit of worry.

Finally I got on my bike and pedaled over to Robbie's house.  My anxieties
almost caused my mouth to go dry as he answered his door, wearing swim
trunks and a t-shirt.

"Come on in," he said.  "I'm the only one home. That swimsuit looks like
it's cutting off your circulation!" he added.

I mumbled something about it being last years.

"I have an extra suit you could wear -- it's still a little too big for me,
but it might fit you." Robbie said.

I eagerly agreed, secretly wanting to wear something next to my dick that
would touch Robbie's.

We went to his room so I could change; I had to turn my back to him to hide
my growing boner, which would fortunately be covered by the trunks which
were too big for me as well.  There was no drawstring to tie, so they felt
sort of loose on me.

We went to the backyard.  Robbie took off his t-shirt and dove in. "Come on
in!" he said enthusiastically.

I decided to dive in from the diving board, and executed a fairly
coordinated dive into the pool.  As my body slipped under the water, I felt
my trunks go to my ankles.  I quickly pulled them up again.  "Dude, when I
dove in, these trunks got pulled all the way down to my ankles." I said.

"No way.  Do it again."  Robbie ordered.

Ordinarily I would have found it a strange request, but I wanted Robbie to
see me naked, for some reason.  I dove in, and again the trunks came down to
my ankles.  Before I had a chance to pull them back up, I felt Robbie's
hands at my ankles, pulling on the suit.  He had it off one ankle by the
time I figured out what he was doing, and it only took a small effort on his
part to rid me completely of the swimsuit.

"Ha! I got your swimsuit and you're naked!" he shouted gleefully.  I was
momentarily flustered, but an excited tingle grew in my belly.  I wanted
Robbie to be interested in seeing me naked, and it seemed he was.

Robbie held the suit up over his head, twirled it a couple times, and flung
it onto a pool lounger sitting by the shallow end of the pool.  I started
swimming toward the shallow end to retrieve the suit, but Robbie quickly
climbed out at the deep end, ran to the lounger and grabbed the swim trunks
before I could get out.

Quickly he tossed them toward the deep end of the pool, and they landed on
the deck near the diving board.

I swam back toward the deep end of the pool, but Robbie ran around the deck
to retrieve the swim trunks before I could get them.  I was surprised and
excited when he pulled open the front of his own suit and stuffed the trunks
inside before diving back into the pool.  I gave chase, enjoying the nude
freedom, but hoping his mom or sister wouldn't return to find me naked in
the pool.

I was able to grab Robbie by the legs as he backstroked away from me, and it
became immediately clear that I needed and wanted to get the trunks that he
had stuffed into his crotch.  I made an attempt to reach down the front of
his suit, but he giggled and thrashed so that I couldn't accomplish it.  He
got free, and I again swam after him.  This time I got him in a bear hug
from behind.  "You fag!" he said with typical adolescent fluency.

The warmth of his body contrasted with the cooler water and my semi-erect
penis pushed against the seat of his suit, sitting quite comfortably in the
cleft of his rear.  I reached around his front as he tried to push up
against the side of the pool, and dug my hands into the front of his swim
suit, releasing the velcro which held it closed.  I knew this might be the
one chance I had to actually feel another boy's penis, and decided to dig
around a bit before pulling out my trunks.  I felt surprise, hope and
confusion when I determined he was hard -- this was totally unexpected.  Was
he turned on by this too?  I realized that he had stopped resisting, so I
used the opportunity to try to remove his suit, and tugged it downward.  As
if of their own accord, my hands returned to his erect member.   It was
warmer and harder than I thought another's boner would feel.  I fondled his
balls, which were tight and cooler, and I was able to determine that he had
a bit of fine pubic hair. While this was happening he reached behind me and
pulled my body against his backside.  I wanted to kiss and lick his neck as
I looked over his shoulder, but was able to keep myself in check, thinking
it  would seem most unmanly.

After a few seconds of fondling, I became lost, not knowing what to do or
how I should proceed.  I withdrew my hands, hoping I hadn't crossed a line
where he would think I really was a "fag."  That fear was quickly erased
from my mind when he  reached behind himself to grab my erection.  His were
the first hands, other than my own, that had ever touched my erect penis,
and I was electrified.  My whole body stiffened with anticipation, and my
breathing became heavier.

"Let's go inside -- I want to see your cock," Robbie suggested.  He pulled
up his trunks and handed me the other pair.  We got out of the pool, and I
was suddenly freezing as I wrapped myself in a towel and followed Robbie
into the house and upstairs to his bedroom.

Once inside, Robbie locked his bedroom door.  There was a moment of awkward
silence before I took matters into my own hands and pulled down my wet
trunks.  Robbie seemed transfixed and knelt in front of me to examine my
erection, which felt tight from the cool water.

"Can I touch it?" he asked,  which  I thought was strange since he'd already
felt me up in the pool.  I nodded and thrust toward him a bit.  His warm
hands began to caress its length,  and he cupped my balls in his hands.

"I think yours is a little bigger than mine,"  he said as he lightly pushed
it upwards toward my belly.  I took this as an opportunity to ask to see
his.

Robbie stood  up and opened the velcro front of his suit.  I was transfixed
and waited in unsubtle anticipation.  I could see a small patch of brown
hair, and the outline of his hard cock down one leg of the trunks.  He
pulled downward and his penis sprang upward,  bouncing against his lower
torso.  I quickly  knelt in front of him and took it in my hand, lightly
caressing and examining it.  It was about 5" long, and like all penises I
had seen at that time,  it was circumcised.  He had a small patch of hair
above his cock, and unlike mine, which was completely straight, his cock
curved upward -- I thought it made his dick look jaunty and ready to shoot.
His hairless, tight  ballsack was drawn up from the cool wetness of the
pool, and I caressed it hungrily.  My mouth was watering, my heart was
pounding, and I felt a sweet glow in my penis.  I desperately wanted to see
him ejaculate, but wasn't sure if he would allow it.  (I was naive to the
overwhelming sexuality of adolescent boys, and thought I was the only one).

As I caressed his cock, Robbie closed his eyes and let out a sound halfway
between a sigh and a moan.  He opened his eyes, looked directly at me, and
said "Want to try something I did with my cousin?" I didn't know what he was
talking about, but hoped it was mutual masturbation; I had heard it called a
"circle jerk," but was unsure if any boys had ever taken part in such an
activity in reality.

"Sit down on my bed" he directed.  I sat on the edge of his neatly made bed.
  I could picture Robbie's mom making his bed every morning,  a mental image
which collided with the reality of two naked boys playing around on the same
bed.

Robbie knelt in front of me, spread my thighs, lightly caressed my dick,
then leaned forward and took it into his mouth.  The sudden sensation of his
warm lips and tongue, and the surprising fact that it happened were almost
too much for me.  I had heard the term "cocksucker," but thought that was
even more mythological than a circle jerk.  I had never seen anything more
hardcore than a Playboy magazine, and had no concept of any sexual acts
beside straight intercourse, which had been explained to me by my parents.

Suddenly I lost my concentration and felt myself losing my erection. A
mixture of surprise, confusion and guilt had overloaded my brain.  But as I
looked down at Robbie, with his straight blonde hair, long, dark lashes,
cute face, and closed-eyed expression of joy (and my cock in his mouth!), I
shuddered with excitement and blood rushed to my erection.  This kneeling
kid seemed to be really enjoying his task, and his straining erection told
me he was turned on by it.

By instinct I rubbed his hair and began thrusting deeper.  Robbie gagged
once and took hold of my hips, controlling my thrusts.  I kept my eyes
locked on his face to prove to myself that this was really happening.  My
abdomen muscles tightened and a strange, fizzy feeling began to build in my
lower body.  "I'm gonna..."  I never got to finish my sentence as my dick
spasmodically released its load.  There was no way Robbie couldn't have
known it was coming, but he kept his mouth on my dick for the first blast.
Then he quickly released it and watched closely as my cock released the rest
of it's load on his chest and groin.  I had never experienced an orgasm this
strong, and felt completely spent.  I looked at Robbie, my come dripping
down his chin and covering his chest, erect cock and pubic hair, and didn't
know how to react.  Feelings of religious guilt rushed over me; I suddenly
realized I was now barred from heaven.  "I'm sorry..." I said softly, to
both God and Robbie.

"Dude, what are you sorry for?" Robbie asked.  "That was a blast." He used
his damp swim trunks to wipe the come of his face and body.  I could still
see it stuck in his pubic hair.

"Lie down on the bed," he directed.  At that time I had no concept of
reciprocal sex acts, and the thought that I should suck him didn't cross my
mind.  To me it seemed like a one-in-a-million occurrence -- my cock the
only one on Earth to have been sucked, and Robbie's mouth the only one to
have done the sucking.  I lay back in the bed, my feet on the floor, still
overwhelmed by guilt and spent from my tremendous orgasm.  "Wait, get up,"
he said.  I stood up and he turned down his bed.  "I don't want to mess up
the covers."   I lay back down lengthwise and Robbie got on the bed,
kneeling between my legs.  He put his hands under my knees and directed my
legs up toward my upper body.  "Hold your legs," he commanded.  I lay there
with my ass exposed, not knowing what would happen next.

Robbie placed his body between my legs, and started rubbing his erect penis
in the cleft of my butt.  It never got close to penetrating me, something I
would not have believed possible anyway.  He used his arms and tight chest
to thrust his dick up and down the length of my ass crack, and I watched his
cockhead appear at the top of each thrust just beyond my balls, like a happy
little prairie dog popping it's head out to greet me.  My dribbling, spent
cock began to reanimate, turned on by the sight and feel of Robbie humping
me.  I studied his face, chest and groin, and the cockhead which
tantalizingly appeared with each thrust.

Without warning, Robbie stopped and got up.  I was unsure what he was doing,
but watched as he picked up a bottle of hand lotion from his dresser and
dispensed copious amounts on both his hand and cock.  He returned to the bed
and rubbed it on my crack, and returned to humping. "This feels just like
fucking a girl," Robbie said.  At the time, I wondered if Robbie had screwed
a girl, but I've had sex with women since then, and can't imagine that he
was having the same sensation.

His thrusting continued, and my enjoyment and horniness grew.  With my arms
hooked around my knees, I began jacking my cock.  At the top of his thrust,
as his cockhead appeared I reached out and lightly rubbed it.  I got lotion
on my hand and returned to jacking.  This was the first time I'd ever jacked
off with lubrication, and the sensation was fun and new. Each time his cock
head appeared, I'd lightly grab it and get more lotion on my hand.  His
thrusts got faster and longer, exposing more of his cock with each push. I
stopped jacking, feeling he would soon come and wanting to see him
ejaculate.  The wait was tantalizing, but suddenly his cock began to shoot.
His semen landed on my torso, hard cock and balls like warm raindrops.
Being able to see and experience this made me feel like the luckiest person
in the world.  As he lay down next to me, spent and panting, I returned to
jacking, and his semen mixed with the hand lotion on my cock.  Robbie
reached over and fondled my balls and the area just below my ballsack, and I
came within a matter of seconds over my chest and groin.  Robbie grabbed my
still hard cock and rubbed my semen and his semen together.  At the time I
felt like this was some sort of spiritual or brotherly bonding.

After a couple minutes rest, Robbie and I got up, wiped off, and made his
bed, neatly covering the semen and lotion covered sheets with his thick
bedspread.  We put back on our swimsuits and at his suggestion went back
into the pool to wash off our come covered bodies.

When we got out, I put back on the dry, threadbare suit I had arrived in.
Robbie playfully tweaked my cock --it was now common property.   As I rode
my bike home, I felt like a new, changed person.  I almost wasn't sure it
had happened.  I hoped my mother wouldn't be able to tell by looking at me
that I was a changed boy, but she didn't seem to notice.

Robbie and I fooled around several more times over the next 18 months,
anytime he'd ask me if I wanted to "go swimming."   To this day, the
chlorine smell of a swimming pool makes me horny.

I overcame my religious guilt, and decided that since we weren't hurting
anyone, and were actually giving out pleasure, the strict censure placed
upon our activities must be false.  Being with Robbie enlightened and
emboldened me to be more experimental with my other friends, and opened my
eyes to the power of other teens' hormones.  I was able to parlay my
experiences with Robbie into many other encounters with kids my age, both
male and female, and even with a few adults before I turned 16.