Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 19:59:27 +0100
From: Noah17 <noah17@gay.com>
Subject: Showerboy

Shower Boy 1

I was seventeen, and loved swimming in the school pool far more than
sitting in the stuffy classroom trying to concentrate on my academic
studies.

Being half Spanish, I have dark brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin which
tans easily, and at school I resented every minute of tanning time lost
while I tried to master subjects I had no interest in whatsover.

It was June, and hot. I decided not to go to the maths class, but went
instead to the swimming pool; the maths teacher wouldn't miss me - I wasn't
exactly a star pupil.  It was the day that the younger boys had their
swimming lessons. They all wore the skimpiest speedos, which they were made
to wear by the swimming master, a 22 year-old guy just out of college,
Robin, who obviously loved to see young boys swan around showing their cute
bums off in those silky swimming costumes; he made them stand on the side
of the pool for what seemed to me like hours, telling them how many lengths
they had to swim, and what kind of strokes they had to use.

Robin didn't mind me joining in his swimming class with the other boys;
while he taught them, I swam up and down, or sunbathed at the edge of the
pool; I think he also enjoyed the sun, as he always wore skimpy, skintight,
silky white shorts, and nothing underneath. When they got splashed with
water by the boys, you could see a really cute cock underneath, which
always seemed to be pressing hard on the material; I imagined that he was
constantly horny, turned on by us boys as well as by his own beauty.

At the last ten minutes of Robin's class, there was a free swim. I then
swam together with these young boys, playing games with them in the pool,
swimming under their legs just high enough to rub their testicles with my
back as I swam beneath them. Their balls felt so tight underneath the silky
material. Some of them had hair on the legs, but many still had the satin
skin of younger boys.

Occasionally a boy would swim under my legs and pretend to be trapped, and
reach out to grab the top of my legs, or even my bum, then splutter up to
the surface of the pool, and never mention what had happened, but blush
when I looked at him.

At the end of the swimming class, there was another boy, Michael, who
always looked at my bum when he thought I wasn't looking.

"Nice speedos," he said to me that hot June day; I was wearing very skimpy
speedos made from a shear yellow nylon fabric. The material was so thin
that you could see my pubic hair through them, and a little pre-cum.

"I like your speedos as well," I said to him and he blushed. He was
adorable. He too had olive skin and black hair - he was half French I
think. His bum looked really cute in his tight blue speedos. His voice
always started at a low sexy pitch and ended with a squeak - it was just
breaking.

The other boys would tease him because he got erections when he was with
them, and tried to hide it under the towel. "I bet he fancies me," Vernon
said, a tall, tanned, atheletic boy. "No, he gets hard when he sees me,"
retorted Steven, a boy of average size, who always wore the cutest speedos,
and had a beautiful round bum, and a fairly athletic build.

"Don't take any notice of them," I whispered to Michael, "they're only
jealous."

We sat on the grass a while, waiting for the other boys to leave, and most
of them did, apart from Vernon, Steven and two others.  They came round to
both of us and shouted to us 'Gay boys!' and 'Put your hand on Noah's cock,
Michael darling!' And they pushed us togther. Our cocks touched through the
thin material of our speedos. Both his cock and mine were really hard.  We
pretended to hate every moment, but I could sense the waves of pleasure
shooting through Michael's body.

"Gay boy!" one very handsome blond boy, Jeremy, shouted, "touch his silky
tanned thigh." And this handsome lad forced my hand on Michael's hairless,
taught thigh, which didn't feel so silky at the moment as he was still cold
from the pool, and had goose bumps on it.

"Gay boy!" continued the blond Adonis, "Now kiss your boyfriend." and he
forced our lips together.

As the other three boys forced my lips against Michael's, Michael sighed.
His lips were cool from having just been in the pool, and he kept his mouth
firmly closed. But he was breathing deeply and sighing. I could feel his
cock pulsing against mine with hot, young desire.

I took the plunge and began massaging Michael's firm youthful buttocks with
my hands. He squirmed a little, taken aback by my initiative I think. I
spoke softly;

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah!" he gasped

The other boys stopped teasing us, but giggled like girls; they couldn't
believe what they were seeing! Michael's hand reached round to touch my
bum.

"I really like the look of your crack through your wet yellow speedos" he
said as he softly massaged my cheeks.

"I've been dying to stroke your bum since I first saw young wearing those
really tight white cotton shorts a year or so ago."

I heard a slight moaning to my right. I looked and saw the blond Adonis,
stroking his own cock through a tight pair of nylon shorts, transparent
because wet.

The other boys looked at him, and stopped sniggering completely. They all
secretly loved Jeremy, and if he approved of Michael and I, they would
agree with whatever he felt.

"Let's have a shower!" said Jeremy to us all

"Yes, let's!" I answered.

And we ran to the shower block, our cocks hard and our entire young bodies
tingling with anticipation.