Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 22:03:50 -0800 (PST)
From: tishott <tishott@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimming in Gym Class

------> Before Reading, please note that this story is only a portrayal of
two minors having sex. It does not represent any actual events and is a
work of friction. If you can not separate friction from actual events,
please stop reading now. Or, if you are underage, or in a place that does
not allow you to read stories involving sex, including sex with minors,
please do not continue. ---

Ah, gym class. Usually the most popular class for guys in school. The place
where guys get way to competitive over the most stupid games, where they
can release some of their testosterone and show off to the others. From
football to basketball, and even the occasional game of dodge ball, gym
class is the normal guy's favorite thing of the day-except for me.

I was the awkward kid that wasn't the best at sports, just average, and
didn't really speak out like everyone else.  It wasn't entirely my fault; I
didn't hang out with anyone in my class normally. Usually my crowd was more
with the girls, not really at a table full of guys. They were so immature
in sophomore year, and I couldn't stand them, which made gym class even
worse.

I guess there were some plus sides, I was gay, but no one knew. Sure they
might have suspected, but they couldn't tell 100% if I was or not. So, I
mean, gym class, hot guys, always scratching their balls, talking about hot
girls and how they turn them on, the part of gym I liked. It wasn't so
bad. In fact, with the amount of hot guys in my class, I kind of liked it
most days.

In fact, gym class began to turn around for me when I found out we were
starting a new unit on swimming. My mind went straight to the part where we
would change, and I would hopefully be able to catch a few peeks at the
other guys in the locker room. I especially wanted to see Steve.

Steve had been the center of my fantasies for months. He had the whole long
hair that churls up at the end of it look, but had cut it for a short hair,
and no matter which one he had, he still looked unbelievably hot.  He
played baseball and swam, so he had the perfect body. The perfect sized
pecs, a nice six pack that wasn't overly developed the perfect bulge that
always almost seemed to be there, and the perfect bubble butt ass that you
could always make out from his pants. I could get hard just looking at him,
especially when he would scratch his balls. It was so hot.

Luckily for me, his last name fell after my last name, so when we were
assigned the lockers for the swimming room, his was right next to mine,
giving me the perfect view. Though, it didn't turn out quite as I
expected. For the first couple of weeks no good views were given. He would
either always be done by the time I was finished showering, we showered in
our trunks, or he would changed with a towel around his waist. It seemed
like I would never be able to see what was beneath his pants.

However, before I get too far ahead of myself, I totally forgot about one
thing: I couldn't swim. So, on the first day, when everyone else was
jumping in, splashing around, and doing laps, I was sitting in the shallow
end, trying to not be one of those idiots who drowns in the shallow end,
forgetting if they stand up, they'll be fine.  Luckily for me, the first
day we just splashed around and didn't need to do anything that involved
being able to swim.

However, I wasn't so lucky the second day. In fact, I had to tell the coach
I couldn't swim, so he

announced it to the class, asking if someone wanted to teach
me. Immediately, Steve's hand flew in the

air and said he was willing to do it. Needless to say, I got over my
embarrassment and was very happy.

The rest of the class was nothing special, Steve tried to get me to do
certain things, and, of course, I couldn't do it. Steve said it wasn't
anything to worry about. So, we tried it the 3rd day. He said it would help
if I learned how to float on my back, so that's what we started to work on.

"Okay, I'm going to put my hands under your back to help you stay up.. Just
trust me to keep you up."

And so, I leaned back on his hands, and floated. He held me there for a
couple of sections, and let go, and as soon as he did, I sank. We did this
a couple more times, his hands feeling better and better on my back, and
every time when he removed him hands, I sank. The next time I leaned back,
I leaned over his hands and he ended up with one hand on my lower back and
one on my ass. He didn't move in, and I wanted to see if I could push him,
so I pushed my ass down on my hand, and he kept it there, not moving it
away.  He still hadn't taken away his hand yet, which was weird because he
had been taking it away after about 15 seconds, so I figured I'd keep
pushing it to see how far I could go before he took his hand away. I pushed
my ass down farther, causing him to push up harder to keep me afloat. As I
did that, though, I felt him squeeze my ass. At first I thought I was
imagining it, but when I pushed on his hand a little but more, he squeezed
back a little harder. It had to be more than 2 minutes now of him not
letting go, and my mind was beginning to race from his hand squeezing my
ass.

"Hit the showers, guys, class is over!" The teacher yelled out to
everyone. He always dismissed us with enough time left in the period to
shower, dry off, and get dressed so we wouldn't be late to our next
class. It didn't really matter for me, though, because I always had the
next period free.

Steve didn't automatically let go, he gave what seemed to be another
squeeze before letting go and letting me sink, "You are getting better,
man, you'll be swimming in no time!"

"Yeah? Thanks, man, for helping me out. If there is anything I can do to
return the favor, just let me know."

"Sounds good, but we should probably head to the locker room everyone's
probably already done in there!"

Funny enough, most people were already done by the time we had taken a
shower, gotten a towel, and walked into the changing area. I figured it
would be pretty awkward changing next to him with the locker room being
empty-- we normally didn't talk, or I should say I didn't talk, Steve would
with the other guys. I was wrong, though, when Steve turned and started
talking to me about one of the classes that we had the same teacher it. It
was just small talk, but it was still talking and I wouldn't lie and say it
didn't make my heart beat faster because it definitely did. He kept talking
about an upcoming project he hadn't started yet, and how he knew it was
going to take forever. I said that I had just begun and it didn't seem too
bad. I had just turned to look at him in the middle of my sentence when he
dropped his swim shorts completely, leaving him naked.

I was in shock that he actually had dropped his swim shorts completely
without putting on a towel first, or even going to the stall. No one does
that in the locker room, everyone either goes to the stall to change or
they keep their towel around their waist while they change. It wasn't like
I was complaining that Steve had done that though, I had been waiting for
this day since I saw him. It was the first chance that I got to see what I
had been imagining to be underneath all of his clothes for the longest
time, and it far exceeded my imagination.

It might have been the water still dripping off of his body that did it,
but Steve looked hotter than any model I've ever seen. Heck, hotter than
most celebrities, to be totally honest. He kept himself shaven so he didn't
have any hair anywhere, which made his cock and balls look even bigger than
what they had to be. He was cut, and had to be almost 4 inches soft with
low hanging huge balls beneath that. I was totally amazed at what I saw.

Luckily, with all the staring I was doing, I still had the towel over my
head drying my hair so he couldn't see what I was looking at.

"Dude, you better hurry up or you will be late," Steve said, looking over
at me, "You still have your suit on!"

"I have free next period, so it doesn't really matter. I can take my time,"
I said, placing the towel around my waist and pulling my swimming trunks
down. It might only be Steve next to me, but I still didn't have the guts
to be naked in front of him.

"Sweet, so do I. Isn't it hella nice not having to worry about being late
for your next period class and being able to take your time?"

"Yeah, it is, but it does feel kinda weird to be the only two left in
here."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But, you know, it is just the two of us, you
don't have to keep the towel on, we're both guys, you don't have anything
I've never seen before and I could care less. When we change for swimming
none of us even use the towels. It's all cool."

I was kinda nervous about taking them off. I have never been fully naked
around someone else, and I was afraid that I might get a boner standing
next to Steve, who was so fucking hott. But, then again, I didn't not want
to take them off and seem like I was scared to do it. I had to make up my
mind quick, I didn't want to seem like I was debating about it in my mind,
so before I could change my mind, I just pulled them down. Now, we were
both naked, drying off, standing next to each other.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It isn't like it's a big deal, right?"

"Exactly, plus it's easier to dry off without having to worry about your
towel falling off and everything."

I bent over to pick up my swim suit, and realizing I had just pushed my ass
half way up in the air naked, I just bent down all the way and was on my
knees. I picked up my suit, got my clothes out from the bottom locker, and
was about to stand up when Steve asked, "Hey, do you mind picking up my
stuff to, since your already down there?"

Without even answering, I moved over the 3 lockers and got his stuff out
and picked up his suit. I had just looked up when I realized where I
was. Somehow Steve had positioned himself so that I was on my knees right
in front of him, my eye's level with his cock.

"You know, while you're down there, you can also make good on the favor you
said you owed me," Steve said, grabbing his cock and squeezing it.

I was slightly frozen at what he said, but at the time same I was so
completely happy that he wanted me to suck his dick.

"That means suck it," He said, lifting his dick out so I could take it in
my mouth.

I still hesitated, staying there on my knees with his cock in my face, not
sure of what to do. Steve must have been getting impatient and mad because
the next thing I felt was his cock slapping my face.

"I said suck it, fag. We all know you are gay, and if you do a good job of
doing what I say maybe I'll put in a good word with everyone else and they
won't beat you up too much. In fact, maybe they will let you suck them off,
too."

I was shocked that Steve would say that after he seemed to be so nice. But,
afraid of what would happen if I didn't do it, I reached up, took hold of
his cock and brought it up to my lips, letting my tongue lick the head of
it.

"There you go, that feels good. Keep going," Steve said, putting his hands
on the back of my head, gently pushing on it.

I opened my mouth and took his cock in, and with his hands pushing my head
in, I soon found my mouth filled with his soft, but rapidly growing hard,
cock.

Before I knew it, I was choking on his 8 inch fully hard cock and I was
desperately trying to get it out of my mouth, but he kept his hand on the
back of my head not letting me. When I finally stopped choking, he started
face fucking me, slamming his cock into the back of my throat while his
balls were slapping my chin.

"You have an amazing cock sucking mouth, you know that?" He said,
continuing to face fuck me, "but I'm also interested in seeing how tight
your ass is. Now stand up so I can fuck your ass."

I stood up, slowly, like he said and was pushed up against the lockers, my
ass facing him.  He slapped my ass, causing me to flinch, partly from the
pain and partly from it turning me on. After slapping it a couple more
times, most likely living me with a nice red hand print to help remember
this for the rest of the day, he spread my legs apart and starting rubbing
my asshole with his fingers covered in his spit.  Without anymore
preparation, he started to line the head of his cock up to the entrance of
my ass hole, waiting to thrust into me.

As I stood there, legs spread wide, ass thrown into the air towards his
cock, anticipating the pain that I knew I was about to feel, I could feel
his breathe on the back on my neck, when I heard him almost moan into my
ear, "Tell me you want it. Don't try and act like you don't-- your body
says otherwise."

He was right, I was harder than I've ever been before, and I did want
it. But, the only problem was I didn't want to admit to him that I really
did want it, afraid of what he would tell everyone else. But, at that
moment, with my hormones surging through my veins, I couldn't lie to him,
"I want you to fuck me."

"Good answer," was all he said before shoving the head of his cock into my
ass, and without pausing, shoved the rest up as well.

Every nerve in my was screaming for him to take it out, it felt like I was
being split in to, my eyes were filling with tears, my knees were buckling,
I could barely stand from the pain, and I'm pretty sure I had to let out a
window-breaking shriek that the whole school had to hear, but probably
blacked out for a second from the shear pain of it all. And just when I
felt it going away, he pulled out and shoved his cock back into me, causing
the wave of pain to come back. I was in so much pain, my body felt like it
could not take anymore of him when he pulled out and pushed in one more
time and he hit something in me, something that caused a wave of pleasure
to soar through my body. Pleasure that erased all the pain and made my,
then soft from all the pain, cock twitch back to being hard. As he started
to pick up the pace, the pain started to go away, and pleasure started to
sweep my body. At first it was subtle, but then it started to grow and
intensify and soon enough I was moaning and grinding my ass to meet his
thrusts, helping he go deeper and harder.

"Oh my god, fuck me. Harder, please, harder, oh, fuck me! Yes, right there,
ohhhh!" was all I could manage to say, over and over they came out of my
mouth, his cock slamming into my ass, his balls slapping mine as he
increased his rhythm.

His hands were gripping my hips, pulling me and in and out to meet his
thrusts while his gently bit my neck sending me over the edge and make me
cum right there without even jacking off. Streams of cum flew out of my
hard cock, landing on the lockers in front of me as he continued to fuck
me, not loosing his rhythm what-so-ever.

"I'm so close, you're ass was nicer than even I imagine," he whispered into
my air, as he started to get sloppy with his thrusts, going harder and
faster than ever before. I expected him to just cum in my ass, but, again,
I was wrong as when he pulled out he forced my on my knees again, stuffing
his cock in my mouth one more time and releasing his load for me to
swallow. I'd tasted my own cum before so I was used to the taste, just
never that much all at once and let some of it slide out the corners of my
mouth. Steve didn't seem to mind though.

"I'll make sure I tell everyone else that instead of beating you up, they
should just fuck you. Your ass is definitely worth it."

And with that, he dressed in less than ten seconds and was gone before I
could even think of anything to say. In fact, the only thing I could think
to do was sit there, on my knees naked. That is, until I noticed Steve had
left behind his boxer briefs allowing me to sit there smelling them while
jacking off.

Needless to say, Steve wouldn't be getting those back.



---/> End of chapter one! Chapter two will have Steve's promise of telling
everyone else coming true, so keep an eye out for it! Any emails you want
to send, go ahead!  AND, don't forget to check out my other stories,
Recording Studio (new chapter coming next!), Locker Room Surprise, Back To
Grade School, My Best Friend's Dad (coming soon!), and of course, Back
Stage With the Jonas Brothers, and new ones are always coming soon! (:
Tishott@yahoo.com! ---