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"Swimwear" (M/t)
A True Story by  "Danny"
As told to Luz Rojo

Other stories by Luz Rojo at:  http://www.luzrojo.com

E-mail: luzrojo at America  Online
[Be sure and replace the last part with the usual  "@aol.com."  Broken up 
here to avoid automatic spam systems that harvest  e-mail addresses in public  
postings.]


Introduction:
This story is by someone who  wishes to remain anonymous.  We'll call him 
"Daniel" here.  He was the  boy in this story, which is based on an event that 
actually happened in his  life.  It is not meant to encourage or condone this 
sort of behavior.   This is merely one man sharing a fond experience he enjoyed 
many years ago in  his youth and his hope that you'll enjoy it too.

The authors would  love to hear your comments.  Both authors can be reached 
via the e-mail  address listed  above.

Enjoy.

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"Swimwear" (M/t)
A  True Story by "Danny" (as told to Luz Rojo)

This actually happened  when I was 15 and in high school.

I attended an all boys' school. I  worked in the library and the bookstore 
during last period, which for me at the  time was supposed to be Physical 
Education. The great part was I got to skip gym  class.  The bad part was I had a 
"chore" list from the PE teacher of things  I had to do every Tuesday and 
Thursday after school.  During this year our  gym was under construction so I had to 
walk over to the recreation center of a  nearby college to use its facilities 
to complete my list.  Basically it was  a series of exercises and workout 
items, including swimming laps, which I needed  to complete and turn in on a 
weekly check-off list.

On one  particular day I had done all my sit-ups and pushups and the only 
item left was  to swim six laps in the pool.  For my workout I'd worn my blue 
school PE  shorts, a jockstrap, a t-shirt, tennis shoes and socks.  When I got to 
the  locker I took my shirt, shoes and socks off and put them in my basket.   
Since I didn't actually have a swimsuit I just grabbed a towel and headed for 
 the pool to do my laps wearing only my gym shorts and the jock  underneath.

The pool at this college was a regular lap pool with a  diving area.  There 
were only four people and a lifeguard there that day,  so it was pretty quiet.

I dove in the pool and began doing my  laps.  I had swum one lap, flipped and 
swam back, flipped again and was  about mid-way down when I heard someone 
yelling.

"Hey!  Hey!"

It was the guy in the lane next to me trying to get my  attention.  I 
couldn't hear him so I slowed down and treaded water to see  what was up.

He swam over and said, "I think you lost  something."

I said, "What?"

He then held up my blue PE  shorts.

I felt my whole body turn lobster red!  I'd been  swimming in just my jock 
strap, with no shorts on, and I hadn't even  noticed!  I'd been so concentrating 
on my breathing and strokes I hadn't  even been aware of anything else.  I 
instantly glanced around to see if  anyone else could see me.  I was lucky.  It 
seemed no one else had  noticed.  I was in the clear.  

He handed me my shorts  and I quickly put them on.  I was so embarrassed.

The man said  he'd been up on the board diving when he saw the whole thing 
happen from  above.  He introduced himself as Jonathan and commented on how 
great my  swimming was.  I thanked him, then swam off to finish my required  laps. 
 Man, I sure lost my concentration.  I finished my laps  quickly.

I headed back to the locker room, grabbed some shampoo and made  for the 
showers.  I was glad to be alone after what had happened; I think I  was still 
bright red from embarrassment.  I turned on the shower, pulled  off my shorts and 
jock, rinsed them off and proceeded to shampoo my hair.   That's when I heard 
a familiar voice say, "Hey streaker."

I turned  to see Jonathan walking into the shower.  He was around 
19-years-old, about  6' tall and I'd guess about 170lbs. He had dark, very short hair and 
brown  eyes.  He had a beautiful body and was totally muscular with a 
swimmer's  build.

"Thanks," I said, smiling back at him.

"Nice  name, huh?" he said.

"Yeah," I replied, "but I prefer  Danny."

We laughed for a moment.  I rinsed my hair then turned  away from him and 
washed the rest of my body.

I was almost done  when I turned around and saw him finish untying his 
swimsuit, then pull it  down.  I know I just stared!  His dick was soft but pretty  
large.  He had a small amount of black hair above it but something was  
different. I didn't know what but he had, like, extra skin at the end.  I  had never 
seen that before.  I know I kept looking at it because I was  confused, then 
I remember thinking, I better not stare.  I felt a tinge of  sexual excitement 
and the blood starting to go to my dick.  I grabbed my  towel and headed to 
my basket.  Phew!  Got away just in  time!

I dressed, combed my hair, and headed for the snack  bar.  I turned around 
and ran right into Jonathan.  Thwack!

Again, I was so embarrassed.  He laughed and said I  needed to concentrate 
more.  I agreed.  We talked for a little and he  asked if I wanted to go to the 
hamburger stand that was down the block.  I  told him I only had enough for 
bus fare home and I couldn't.  He suggested  that it would be okay if he bought 
me a burger.  I agreed and off we  went.

We must have talked for 45 minutes.  The hamburger and  coke were great and 
he was so nice.  I learned he was a pre-med student and  had just moved here .  
After we were done eating we just kept talking about  school and stuff.  He 
was a swimmer in high school and now had taken up  diving.  He loved the water 
and, again, he commented on how great my  swimming was, but that I needed to 
work on my arms a little.  I  agreed.

"You could also use a different swimsuit," he added with a  laugh and a roll 
of his eyes

I could feel myself turning red  again.  I liked his sense of humor but he 
sure embarrassed me a  lot!

Then he said, "Hey, I might have some old suits in my  stuff.  You want to 
stop by my apartment and see?  It's only a couple  blocks away."

I looked at my watch, thought about the bus schedule,  and remember thinking, 
'why not?'   I said okay and we headed off to  his place.

Jonathan had a small studio apartment with a workout  bench, weights and a 
chin up bar.  It was kind of messy but I didn't  care.  We sat and talked and I 
asked him a bunch of questions about  exercises, the right way versus the 
wrong way, just general  chat.

Eventually he got up, went to one of his drawers and dug in  the back.  He 
pulled out four different lap suits.  They all looked  well used but not worn 
out.  The first one was too big.  I told him my  waist was a 28 or size S.  He 
then handed me the only one that was a  28.  All the others were bigger.  It 
was royal blue, nylon I think,  with a drawstring and an extra panel in the 
front.  He told me to try it  on.

I felt a moment of panic. I didn't want to undress in front of  him!  Then I 
spotted the bathroom.  I headed in there and shut the  door.  I took off my 
school clothes and tried on the suit.  It fit  great!

I yelled out, "This fits fine!" then started to take it  off.

"Lemme see.  Come on out and show me," Jonathan called  back.

I thought 'oh man.'  At that point I was a little shy  but I remember 
thinking, what the heck, I'd just been in the shower with  him!  It should be okay.  
I opened the door and came  out.

Jonathan came over and knelt down in front of me, then ran his  finger under 
the waistband.  After close and careful inspection he  pronounced it a "great 
fit."

I started back toward the bathroom  when Jonathan said, "Let me teach you 
some exercises that are good for your  swimming."

He took off his shirt and shoes until he was standing  there in just his 
nylon shorts.  Even then I remember thinking his body was  in such great shape!  I 
certainly felt he knew about keeping buff and I  could benefit from any 
exercise tips he might want to share.

He  showed me his chin up bar first, helping me up to it.  He spotted me by  
putting his hands around my bare waist, then stood behind me as he had me do  
several pull-ups.  After that he let me work a bit with some weights for my  
arms.  He touched me a lot, but it was all in a friendly, helpful  way.  
Nothing seemed inappropriate to me at the time and he never touched  me in any way 
that I didn't like.

Then, when I was doing sit-ups,  he put his hand on my bare stomach.  I felt 
a jolt of electricity as he  kept his hand there while I went up and down.  
One time, as his hand was  pressed to my stomach, his fingers went slightly 
under my  waistband.

I was starting to get concerned, not about what he was  doing, but that I 
might start to get hard and that would be bad!  Quickly I  started to think about 
baseball and football and other things to change my blood  flow.

By this time my whole body was aching from swimming and all  this muscle 
stuff.  We had both worked up quite a sweat.  Jonathan  told me I could relax on 
the bed, he was going to grab a quick shower.  I  just said okay.

I lay down on the bed as Jonathan walked over to  the dresser, grabbed a 
towel and, as if it were no big deal at all, dropped his  nylon shorts right there 
in front of me.  He turned around and I know I  stared again.  His dick was 
so different from any I'd  seen.

"Hey, what's wrong?"  Jonathan asked.

I  just kept staring at his penis.

He walked over going "Hey?" and  waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said.  I  could feel myself blush again.

He kept asking what's wrong, but I  didn't answer.  I just smiled awkwardly, 
nervous.

"You  okay?  You look dazed, man," he said.

Finally I got up the  nerve to ask him.  "I was just noticing," it was so 
embarrassing to ask a  guy this, but somehow I felt he wouldn't mind and I was so 
curious, I decided to  go for it.  "Your dick…  It looks different."

He laughed  and smiled down at me, "Is that all?"  He made me feel better.  
"I'm  not circumcised.  You are.  That's all."

I truly didn't  know the difference.  He stepped closer, his groin right at 
my eye level,  as he took hold of his dick and held it out to show me.  It was 
soft, about  four-inches-long, and hung straight down.

"See, I've got this extra  skin that covers my head is all," and he proceeded 
to pull the skin back to  reveal the round head of his dick that looked like 
my own.  "See?   Just like yours, Danny, but with a little extra."

Looking at his  dick, so close, so willingly put on display for me, I 
suddenly had this  incredible desire to reach out and touch it.  But I didn't.  I was 
too  scared.  Instead I just lay there, staring, frozen.

But  Jonathan seemed to sense what I wanted.

He stepped closer, putting  his cock not far from my grasp.  I knew what it 
was he was offering.   It was as clear as could be, without him actually saying 
 it.

Cautiously, I extended my hand out toward him.  He seemed  to understand what 
I really wanted to do, that I wanted to touch him, but that I  was too 
nervous to do it.  He moved closer still, until his teen cock was  almost in my 
face, it was so close.  He took his own hand away from his  penis, inviting me to 
let mine take its place.

"It's okay," he  said, softly, almost a whisper, inviting.  "Go ahead."

I  reached up and took hold of his long, soft tube, giving it a gentle, 
little  squeeze as I did.

"Ummm," he sighed and I got the impression he  liked it.  "Check it out.  
Pull the skin back, " he told  me.

I squeezed a little harder, then pulled the skin back.   There was the head 
of his penis, looking larger, but otherwise not so different  in appearance 
than my own.  But the way it felt, amazing; so different than  mine.  His dick 
was alive in my hand, like a little animal, warm, soft and  smooth.  As my 
fingers moved over it I could feel it pulse a bit and it  started to grow.  I slid 
his skin back and forth again, playing with it,  staring at it.  It was so 
wonderful to be able to handle a mature cock like  this.

Of course, he wasn't immune to all this  touching.

"You better stop," he said.  "That's feeling a  little too good."

But I didn't stop.

His penis was  already half hard.  Now I just kept sliding the skin back and 
forth and it  kept growing bigger and harder in my hand until, in a very short 
time, it was  sticking straight up!  Fully hard, his tool must have been 
almost  8-inches-long; huge, compared to mine.  I couldn't stop.  I just kept  
touching it, playing with it.

That's when I saw the first clear  drip of fluid come out.  It was so hot, I 
just kept on doing  it.

"Really, you'd better stop," he said and pulled  away.

It was so awesome touching him, I'd totally gotten carried  away.  I didn't 
know what had come over me.  I didn't know what I was  doing, or why, I just 
wanted to keep doing it.

"I'm sorry," I said,  apologizing for my lack of restraint.

Jonathan just laughed, "It's  okay, don't worry about it.  It's just natural 
for guys to get like  that."  That's when I realized that I had a full hard on 
too and looked  down to see a little wet spot forming on the front of the 
suit.

As  quickly and casually as I could I rolled over on the bed, trying to act 
natural  while in fact laying face down to hide my condition.

"Do your  muscles still hurt?" Jonathan asked, graciously changing the 
subject, and I  replied that they sure did.

He reached over and started to rub my  neck and arms.  I felt in heaven.  He 
massaged gently down my back,  then down to my legs.  He reached over his bed 
and took out a bottle of  baby oil he had there.

"Is it okay if I use some of this?   Your legs are a little dry."

"Sure," I said, not thinking much  about it.

He asked me to lift up.  Not thinking, just doing  what I was told, I lifted 
my hips up.  Suddenly I felt his fingers grab the  swimsuit and pull it off!  
UHHH!?

All at once I was totally  naked, laying face down on his bed with a boner!  
I know I was turning red  again!  I remember thinking, 'why didn't I tie the 
string?'

He  slipped the swimsuit off my body and onto the floor.  I felt him kneel  
between my legs and push them apart a little, then he put oil on my legs and  
began to rub them.  Oh, I was in heaven!  It felt so  good!

We were both naked on his bed now as he massaged me all over,  rubbing his 
hands all the way up my sides and down my back, then down my legs  again.  It 
was so nice.  As he came up my legs again he put more oil  on my lower back and 
I felt it drip down between my cheeks.  His hands went  worked my lower back, 
then rubbed down over my butt cheeks.  I felt him  push my legs apart wider 
still and he leaned in a little more.  Then I felt  a finger go down my crack 
and actually graze over my hole.  A shiver went  through my entire body.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jonathan  asked.  I just sighed, not really 
replying, but I know he got the message  clearly as I moved my legs further apart, 
inviting his deeper  touch.

With one hand he reached down and took my balls gently in  his hand, 
caressing them softly with his baby-oil covered fingers.  I  moaned in pleasure and 
pressed my hips down, pushing my boner firmly against the  mattress.  He let his 
fingers drift further, caressing my shaft, playing  with it.

A finger on his other hand went back to my hole and he  started to touch me 
there again, lightly stroking my little bud.  I loved  it and my hips wriggled 
in approval as I sighed in pleasure.  That's when I  felt him push his finger 
a little more firmly.

I pushed back  instinctively, without thinking, and before I realized what 
was happening, he'd  slipped the tip of his finger inside me.

"Uhhh," I moaned, more  startled than anything, but also feeling something 
I'd never felt before; a new  and interesting sensation unlike anything I'd 
experienced  previously.

I was hypnotized, I was on fire, I wanted more.   My body shook, my heart 
rate was way up.  My dick was so hard, and I felt  it start to drip.  His finger 
slid slowly in and pulled back... in and  back… then (ugh!) it got (ouch!) 
thicker, and I realized he was now pushing TWO  fingers inside of me!

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" I moaned, not  unhappy with this feeling, but not 
completely comfortable with it either.   I didn't know what he was doing or 
where this was going.  I'd never felt  anything like this before, I'd never 
even thought about it.  I'd never  known the sensation of something going INTO my 
butt before.

"It's  okay, just try and relax." he said softly.  "If you want me to, I'll  
stop."

"NO!" I snapped.

I was surprised by my own  voice.  I don't know what made me say it, I just 
said it, but I knew it was  true.  Whatever he was doing I didn't want him to 
stop.

I  tried to relax, to untense my muscles and get used to this new  feeling.

He continued to push his fingers in and out.  It felt  so strange and new, I 
thought I was gonna die right there.  It really hurt  a little, but there was 
something good about it too and I let him keep doing it  to me in spite of the 
pain.

He pulled his fingers out and asked  again if I was okay.  This time I 
replied "yeah," and just breathed  out.

That's when the unexpected happened.

At first I  thought he was putting THREE fingers inside of me!  Then I 
realized it  wasn't fingers he was pressing against me.

That was his DICK at my  back door

'OH, GOD!' I thought, 'This can't be happening.  He  can't be trying to put 
his dick inside me!'  And  then...

"Uhhhh, OHHH…" I moaned as he pushed harder, thinking to  myself that he's 
never gonna get that in! Oh man, what do I do?  What do I  WANT?

He pushed and I felt it start to ever so slightly go  in.  He grabbed my 
waist and I felt him really push down.  Oh, this  wasn't happening!  This couldn't 
really be happening!?

I felt  a pop as the head pushed in.  I was biting the bed, my eyes began to 
tear  up.  There was an intense, burning sensation, and it really hurt, but I  
still didn't want him to stop!

Jonathan put his arms on my  shoulders, pushing me deeply into the mattress 
and holding me firmly in place as  he slowly flexed his hips and sank his 
19-year-old, teen-cock deeply into my  15-year-old, virgin-boy-ass.  It felt like I 
was going to split in two at  any moment when all of a sudden I felt a wave 
of pleasure from inside.  My  body started to shake and the moment I felt it, I 
knew I was going to  cum!

I tried to hold back as best I could.  This fullness  inside me, this new 
feeling, it hurt, but there was something wonderful about it  too!

He started to gently rock his hips, pulling his cock back out  a bit, then 
pushing forward.  Again and again he did this, going gently,  but each time 
pushing in a little deeper, each time placing himself inside me a  bit more than 
the time before.  And with each thrust he kept hitting this  new spot inside me 
I'd never known before.  A spot that felt so good!   Each time, each gentle 
rock of his hips pushed me a little closer to the  edge.

Before I even realized it, he was all the way inside  me.  I felt his pubic 
hair touching against my own baby-smooth  bottom.  I couldn't believe it, I 
couldn't believe this was  happening!  This guy I'd just met, this handsome, 
sexy, athletic college  boy, was burying his hard, uncut teen-cock deep inside my 
adolescent ass, and I  was loving it!

Again Jonathan pulled back and pushed in, hitting  that sweet spot once more, 
only this time I couldn't hold back any  longer.

My whole body shook and my dick began to twitch without me  even touching it . 
 All at once I started to come so hard I thought I was  going to pass out.  
It felt like I just kept pumping and pumping out load  after load of my boy 
jizz, ten or eleven times, spewing teen spunk all over the  bed.  I felt a river 
of cum form under me before I finally  collapsed.

I was totally spent, worn-out and exhausted, but still  hard.

Jonathan never pulled out of me.  He just kept on gently  rocking his hips, 
thrusting his hard cock in-and-out.  Each time I could  feel him slapping 
against me a little harder, a little deeper, a little  faster.  His pace was 
accelerating, and I knew what that  meant.

He tensed up and started to ram me faster and faster.   After about ten more 
increasingly muscular thrusts he slammed into me and pushed  me down with all 
his weight.  I heard him gasp, "oh god" and I felt him  explode inside of me .  
I could feel his dick pump and pump.  He was  cumming, shooting his load deep 
inside me, and all I could think at the time was  how wonderful it felt.

For a few moments he just held me there,  pinned in place.  Then he began to 
relax, and when he did, he wrapped his  muscular arm around me from behind, 
pulling me back against him in a warm,  powerful and loving embrace.  He started 
kissing me, kissing the back of my  neck.  I turned my head to the side and 
he started kissing my  cheek.

"God, Danny.  That was beautiful.  YOU'RE  beautiful.  That was amazing. "

It was the greatest moment of  my life, totally unexpected, but I was in 
heaven.

He started to pet  me, lovingly caressing and tousling my hair as he held me 
fast to him.  He  started to stroke my cheek and found a tear there.  He wiped 
with his  finger, seemed worried.

"Are you okay with all this?"  My  silence was worrying him.  I realize now 
he wasn't sure how I felt about  what we'd done, now that it was over.  I think 
he was afraid I was going to  get him in trouble.

I turned enough that he could see the smile on  my face.  "Yeah," I said, but 
my voice was shaking, almost like I was  trying not to cry.  I was so 
emotional, I couldn't help  it.

"You sure?" he asked again and I nodded, smiling, letting him  know that I 
really was okay with what we'd done together.

We lay  there for about ten-minutes afterward, with him just loving on me  
tenderly.  He was still hard, still inside me, and I was still hard too, my  
stomach and pubic hair covered in my own boy juice.  Finally, he pulled  back and 
let his cock gently slip out of me.

My body missed him  instantly.  I'd gotten so used to the feeling of him 
inside me that  suddenly I felt very empty.

We continued to lie there together for  like 20 minutes, then realized I only 
had about 20 minutes to catch the last  bus.  I got dressed, gave him a big 
hug, grabbed my new swimsuit and told  him that I would see him Thursday!

I made my bus and as I sat down  I felt a wetness kinda trickle out.  I 
didn't care, I was so happy.   All I could do was smile at everyone around me.

---
The  End
Other stories by Luz Rojo at: _http://www.luzrojo.com_ 
(http://www.luzrojo.com)  

"Swimwear" (T/t)
A True Story by "Danny"
As told to Luz Rojo

Other stories by Luz Rojo at: http://www.luzrojo.com

E-mail: luzrojo at America Online.

[Be sure and replace the last part with the usual "@aol.com."  Broken up here to avoid 
automatic spam systems that harvest e-mail addresses in public postings.]

Introduction:
This story is by someone who wishes to remain anonymous.  We'll call him "Daniel" 
here.  He was the boy in this story, which is based on an event that actually happened in 
his life.  It is not meant to encourage or condone this sort of behavior.  This is merely one 
man sharing a fond experience he enjoyed many years ago in his youth and his hope that 
you'll enjoy it too.

The authors would love to hear your comments.  Both authors can be reached via the e-
mail address listed above.

Enjoy.

----

"Swimwear" (T/t)
A True Story by "Danny" (as told to Luz Rojo)

This actually happened when I was 15 and in high school.

I attended an all boys' school. I worked in the library and the bookstore during last 
period, which for me at the time was supposed to be Physical Education. The great part 
was I got to skip gym class.  The bad part was I had a "chore" list from the PE teacher of 
things I had to do every Tuesday and Thursday after school.  During this year our gym 
was under construction so I had to walk over to the recreation center of a nearby college 
to use its facilities to complete my list.  Basically it was a series of exercises and workout 
items, including swimming laps, which I needed to complete and turn in on a weekly 
check-off list.

On one particular day I had done all my sit-ups and pushups and the only item left was to 
swim six laps in the pool.  For my workout I'd worn my blue school PE shorts, a 
jockstrap, a t-shirt, tennis shoes and socks.  When I got to the locker I took my shirt, 
shoes and socks off and put them in my basket.  Since I didn't actually have a swimsuit I 
just grabbed a towel and headed for the pool to do my laps wearing only my gym shorts 
and the jock underneath.

The pool at this college was a regular lap pool with a diving area.  There were only four 
people and a lifeguard there that day, so it was pretty quiet.

I dove in the pool and began doing my laps.  I had swum one lap, flipped and swam back, 
flipped again and was about mid-way down when I heard someone yelling.

"Hey! Hey!"

It was the guy in the lane next to me trying to get my attention.  I couldn't hear him so I 
slowed down and treaded water to see what was up.

He swam over and said, "I think you lost something."

I said, "What?"

He then held up my blue PE shorts.

I felt my whole body turn lobster red!  I'd been swimming in just my jock strap, with no 
shorts on, and I hadn't even noticed!  I'd been so concentrating on my breathing and 
strokes I hadn't even been aware of anything else.  I instantly glanced around to see if 
anyone else could see me.  I was lucky.  It seemed no one else had noticed.  I was in the 
clear.  

He handed me my shorts and I quickly put them on.  I was so embarrassed.

The man said he'd been up on the board diving when he saw the whole thing happen from 
above.  He introduced himself as Jonathan and commented on how great my swimming 
was.  I thanked him, then swam off to finish my required laps.  Man, I sure lost my 
concentration.  I finished my laps quickly.
 
I headed back to the locker room, grabbed some shampoo and made for the showers.  I 
was glad to be alone after what had happened; I think I was still bright red from 
embarrassment.  I turned on the shower, pulled off my shorts and jock, rinsed them off 
and proceeded to shampoo my hair.  That's when I heard a familiar voice say, "Hey 
streaker."

I turned to see Jonathan walking into the shower.  He was around 19-years-old, about 6' 
tall and I'd guess about 170lbs. He had dark, very short hair and brown eyes .  He had a 
beautiful body and was totally muscular with a swimmer's build.

"Thanks," I said, smiling back at him.

"Nice name, huh?" he said.

"Yeah," I replied, "but I prefer Danny."

We laughed for a moment.  I rinsed my hair then turned away from him and washed the 
rest of my body.

I was almost done when I turned around and saw him finish untying his swimsuit, then 
pull it down.  I know I just stared!  His dick was soft but pretty large.  He had a small 
amount of black hair above it but something was different. I didn't know what but he had, 
like, extra skin at the end.  I had never seen that before.  I know I kept looking at it 
because I was confused, then I remember thinking, I better not stare.  I felt a tinge of 
sexual excitement and the blood starting to go to my dick.  I grabbed my towel and 
headed to my basket.  Phew!  Got away just in time!

I dressed, combed my hair, and headed for the snack bar.  I turned around and ran right 
into Jonathan. Thwack!

Again, I was so embarrassed.  He laughed and said I needed to concentrate more.  I 
agreed.  We talked for a little and he asked if I wanted to go to the hamburger stand that 
was down the block.  I told him I only had enough for bus fare home and I couldn't.  He 
suggested that it would be okay if he bought me a burger.  I agreed and off we went.

We must have talked for 45 minutes.  The hamburger and coke were great and he was so 
nice.  I learned he was a pre-med student and had just moved here.  After we were done 
eating we just kept talking about school and stuff.  He was a swimmer in high school and 
now had taken up diving.  He loved the water and, again, he commented on how great my 
swimming was, but that I needed to work on my arms a little.  I agreed.

"You could also use a different swimsuit," he added with a laugh and a roll of his eyes

 I could feel myself turning red again.  I liked his sense of humor but he sure embarrassed 
me a lot!

Then he said, "Hey, I might have some old suits in my stuff.  You want to stop by my 
apartment and see?  It's only a couple blocks away."

I looked at my watch, thought about the bus schedule, and remember thinking, 'why not?'   
I said okay and we headed off to his place.

Jonathan had a small studio apartment with a workout bench, weights and a chin up bar.  
It was kind of messy but I didn't care.  We sat and talked and I asked him a bunch of 
questions about exercises, the right way versus the wrong way, just general chat.

Eventually he got up, went to one of his drawers and dug in the back.  He pulled out four 
different lap suits.  They all looked well used but not worn out.  The first one was too big.  
I told him my waist was a 28 or size S.  He then handed me the only one that was a 28.  
All the others were bigger.  It was royal blue, nylon I think, with a drawstring and an 
extra panel in the front.  He told me to try it on.

I felt a moment of panic. I didn't want to undress in front of him!  Then I spotted the 
bathroom.  I headed in there and shut the door.  I took off my school clothes and tried on 
the suit.  It fit great!

I yelled out, "This fits fine!" then started to take it off.

"Lemme see.  Come on out and show me," Jonathan called back.

I thought 'oh man.'  At that point I was a little shy but I remember thinking, what the 
heck, I'd just been in the shower with him!  It should be okay.  I opened the door and 
came out.

Jonathan came over and knelt down in front of me, then ran his finger under the 
waistband.  After close and careful inspection he pronounced it a "great fit ."

I started back toward the bathroom when Jonathan said, "Let me teach you some 
exercises that are good for your swimming."

He took off his shirt and shoes until he was standing there in just his nylon shorts.  Even 
then I remember thinking his body was in such great shape!  I certainly felt he knew 
about keeping buff and I could benefit from any exercise tips he might want to share.

He showed me his chin up bar first, helping me up to it.  He spotted me by putting his 
hands around my bare waist, then stood behind me as he had me do several pull-ups.  
After that he let me work a bit with some weights for my arms.  He touched me a lot, but 
it was all in a friendly, helpful way.  Nothing seemed inappropriate to me at the time and 
he never touched me in any way that I didn't like.

Then, when I was doing sit-ups, he put his hand on my bare stomach.  I felt a jolt of 
electricity as he kept his hand there while I went up and down.  One time, as his hand was 
pressed to my stomach, his fingers went slightly under my waistband.

I was starting to get concerned, not about what he was doing, but that I might start to get 
hard and that would be bad!  Quickly I started to think about baseball and football and 
other things to change my blood flow.

By this time my whole body was aching from swimming and all this muscle stuff.  We 
had both worked up quite a sweat.  Jonathan told me I could relax on the bed, he was 
going to grab a quick shower.  I just said okay.

I lay down on the bed as Jonathan walked over to the dresser, grabbed a towel and, as if it 
were no big deal at all, dropped his nylon shorts right there in front of me .  He turned 
around and I know I stared again.  His dick was so different from any I'd seen.

"Hey, what's wrong?"  Jonathan asked.

I just kept staring at his penis.

He walked over going "Hey?" and waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said.  I could feel myself blush again.

He kept asking what's wrong, but I didn't answer.  I just smiled awkwardly, nervous.

"You okay?  You look dazed, man," he said.

Finally I got up the nerve to ask him.  "I was just noticing," it was so embarrassing to ask 
a guy this, but somehow I felt he wouldn't mind and I was so curious, I decided to go for 
it.  "Your dick…  It looks different."

He laughed and smiled down at me, "Is that all?"  He made me feel better.  "I'm not 
circumcised.  You are.  That's all."

I truly didn't know the difference.  He stepped closer, his groin right at my eye level, as 
he took hold of his dick and held it out to show me.  It was soft, about four-inches-long, 
and hung straight down.

"See, I've got this extra skin that covers my head is all," and he proceeded to pull the skin 
back to reveal the round head of his dick that looked like my own.  "See?  Just like yours, 
Danny, but with a little extra."

Looking at his dick, so close, so willingly put on display for me, I suddenly had this 
incredible desire to reach out and touch it.  But I didn't.  I was too scared.  Instead I just 
lay there, staring, frozen.

But Jonathan seemed to sense what I wanted.

He stepped closer, putting his cock not far from my grasp.  I knew what it was he was 
offering.  It was as clear as could be, without him actually saying it.

Cautiously, I extended my hand out toward him.  He seemed to understand what I really 
wanted to do, that I wanted to touch him, but that I was too nervous to do it.  He moved 
closer still, until his teen cock was almost in my face, it was so close.  He took his own 
hand away from his penis, inviting me to let mine take its place.

"It's okay," he said, softly, almost a whisper, inviting.  "Go ahead."

I reached up and took hold of his long, soft tube, giving it a gentle, little squeeze as I did.

"Ummm," he sighed and I got the impression he liked it.  "Check it out.  Pull the skin 
back, " he told me.

I squeezed a little harder, then pulled the skin back.  There was the head of his penis, 
looking larger, but otherwise not so different in appearance than my own.  But the way it 
felt, amazing; so different than mine.  His dick was alive in my hand, like a little animal, 
warm, soft and smooth.  As my fingers moved over it I could feel it pulse a bit and it 
started to grow.  I slid his skin back and forth again, playing with it, staring at it.  It was 
so wonderful to be able to handle a mature cock like this.

Of course, he wasn't immune to all this touching.

"You better stop," he said.  "That's feeling a little too good."

But I didn't stop.

His penis was already half hard.  Now I just kept sliding the skin back and forth and it 
kept growing bigger and harder in my hand until, in a very short time, it was sticking 
straight up!  Fully hard, his tool must have been almost 8-inches-long; huge, compared to 
mine.  I couldn't stop.  I just kept touching it, playing with it.

That's when I saw the first clear drip of fluid come out.  It was so hot, I just kept on doing 
it.

"Really, you'd better stop," he said and pulled away.

It was so awesome touching him, I'd totally gotten carried away.  I didn't know what had 
come over me.  I didn't know what I was doing, or why, I just wanted to keep doing it.

"I'm sorry," I said, apologizing for my lack of restraint.

Jonathan just laughed, "It's okay, don't worry about it.  It's just natural for guys to get like 
that."  That's when I realized that I had a full hard on too and looked down to see a little 
wet spot forming on the front of the suit.

As quickly and casually as I could I rolled over on the bed, trying to act natural while in 
fact laying face down to hide my condition.

"Do your muscles still hurt?" Jonathan asked, graciously changing the subject, and I 
replied that they sure did.

He reached over and started to rub my neck and arms.  I felt in heaven.  He massaged 
gently down my back, then down to my legs.  He reached over his bed and took out a 
bottle of baby oil he had there.

"Is it okay if I use some of this?  Your legs are a little dry."

"Sure," I said, not thinking much about it.

He asked me to lift up.  Not thinking, just doing what I was told, I lifted my hips up.  
Suddenly I felt his fingers grab the swimsuit and pull it off!  UHHH!?

All at once I was totally naked, laying face down on his bed with a boner!  I know I was 
turning red again!  I remember thinking, 'why didn't I tie the string?'

He slipped the swimsuit off my body and onto the floor.  I felt him kneel between my 
legs and push them apart a little, then he put oil on my legs and began to rub them.  Oh, I 
was in heaven!  It felt so good!

We were both naked on his bed now as he massaged me all over, rubbing his hands all 
the way up my sides and down my back, then down my legs again.  It was so nice.  As he 
came up my legs again he put more oil on my lower back and I felt it drip down between 
my cheeks.  His hands went worked my lower back, then rubbed down over my butt 
cheeks.  I felt him push my legs apart wider still and he leaned in a little more.  Then I 
felt a finger go down my crack and actually graze over my hole.  A shiver went through 
my entire body.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jonathan asked.  I just sighed, not really replying, but I know 
he got the message clearly as I moved my legs further apart, inviting his deeper touch.

With one hand he reached down and took my balls gently in his hand, caressing them 
softly with his baby-oil covered fingers.  I moaned in pleasure and pressed my hips down, 
pushing my boner firmly against the mattress.  He let his fingers drift further, caressing 
my shaft, playing with it.

A finger on his other hand went back to my hole and he started to touch me there again, 
lightly stroking my little bud.  I loved it and my hips wriggled in approval as I sighed in 
pleasure.  That's when I felt him push his finger a little more firmly.

I pushed back instinctively, without thinking, and before I realized what was happening, 
he'd slipped the tip of his finger inside me.

"Uhhh," I moaned, more startled than anything, but also feeling something I'd never felt 
before; a new and interesting sensation unlike anything I'd experienced previously.

I was hypnotized, I was on fire, I wanted more.  My body shook, my heart rate was way 
up.  My dick was so hard, and I felt it start to drip.  His finger slid slowly in and pulled 
back... in and back… then (ugh!) it got (ouch!) thicker, and I realized he was now 
pushing TWO fingers inside of me!

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" I moaned, not unhappy with this feeling, but not completely 
comfortable with it either.  I didn't know what he was doing or where this was going.  I'd 
never felt anything like this before, I'd never even thought about it.  I'd never known the 
sensation of something going INTO my butt before.

"It's okay, just try and relax." he said softly.  "If you want me to, I'll stop."

"NO!" I snapped.

I was surprised by my own voice.  I don't know what made me say it, I just said it, but I 
knew it was true.  Whatever he was doing I didn't want him to stop.

I tried to relax, to untense my muscles and get used to this new feeling.

He continued to push his fingers in and out.  It felt so strange and new, I thought I was 
gonna die right there.  It really hurt a little, but there was something good about it too and 
I let him keep doing it to me in spite of the pain.

He pulled his fingers out and asked again if I was okay.  This time I replied "yeah," and 
just breathed out.

That's when the unexpected happened.

At first I thought he was putting THREE fingers inside of me!  Then I realized it wasn't 
fingers he was pressing against me.

That was his DICK at my back door

'OH, GOD!' I thought, 'This can't be happening.  He can't be trying to put his dick inside 
me!'  And then...

"Uhhhh, OHHH…" I moaned as he pushed harder, thinking to myself that he's never 
gonna get that in! Oh man, what do I do?  What do I WANT?

He pushed and I felt it start to ever so slightly go in.  He grabbed my waist and I felt him 
really push down.  Oh, this wasn't happening!  This couldn't really be happening!?

I felt a pop as the head pushed in.  I was biting the bed, my eyes began to tear up.  There 
was an intense, burning sensation, and it really hurt, but I still didn't want him to stop!

Jonathan put his arms on my shoulders, pushing me deeply into the mattress and holding 
me firmly in place as he slowly flexed his hips and sank his 19-year-old, teen-cock 
deeply into my 15-year-old, virgin-boy-ass.  It felt like I was going to split in two at any 
moment when all of a sudden I felt a wave of pleasure from inside.  My body started to 
shake and the moment I felt it, I knew I was going to cum!

I tried to hold back as best I could.  This fullness inside me, this new feeling, it hurt, but 
there was something wonderful about it too!

He started to gently rock his hips, pulling his cock back out a bit, then pushing forward.  
Again and again he did this, going gently, but each time pushing in a little deeper, each 
time placing himself inside me a bit more than the time before.  And with each thrust he 
kept hitting this new spot inside me I'd never known before.  A spot that felt so good!  
Each time, each gentle rock of his hips pushed me a little closer to the edge.

Before I even realized it, he was all the way inside me.  I felt his pubic hair touching 
against my own baby-smooth bottom.  I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe this was 
happening!  This guy I'd just met, this handsome, sexy, athletic college boy, was burying 
his hard, uncut teen-cock deep inside my adolescent ass, and I was loving it!

Again Jonathan pulled back and pushed in, hitting that sweet spot once more, only this 
time I couldn't hold back any longer.

My whole body shook and my dick began to twitch without me even touching it.  All at 
once I started to come so hard I thought I was going to pass out.  It felt like I just kept 
pumping and pumping out load after load of my boy jizz, ten or eleven times, spewing 
teen spunk all over the bed.  I felt a river of cum form under me before I finally 
collapsed.

I was totally spent, worn-out and exhausted, but still hard.

Jonathan never pulled out of me.  He just kept on gently rocking his hips, thrusting his 
hard cock in-and-out.  Each time I could feel him slapping against me a little harder, a 
little deeper, a little faster.  His pace was accelerating, and I knew what that meant.

He tensed up and started to ram me faster and faster.  After about ten more increasingly 
muscular thrusts he slammed into me and pushed me down with all his weight.  I heard 
him gasp, "oh god" and I felt him explode inside of me.  I could feel his dick pump and 
pump.  He was cumming, shooting his load deep inside me, and all I could think at the 
time was how wonderful it felt.

For a few moments he just held me there, pinned in place.  Then he began to relax, and 
when he did, he wrapped his muscular arm around me from behind, pulling me back 
against him in a warm, powerful and loving embrace.  He started kissing me, kissing the 
back of my neck.  I turned my head to the side and he started kissing my cheek.

"God, Danny.  That was beautiful.  YOU'RE beautiful.  That was amazing. "

It was the greatest moment of my life, totally unexpected, but I was in heaven.

He started to pet me, lovingly caressing and tousling my hair as he held me fast to him.  
He started to stroke my cheek and found a tear there.  He wiped with his finger, seemed 
worried.

"Are you okay with all this?"  My silence was worrying him.  I realize now he wasn't sure 
how I felt about what we'd done, now that it was over.  I think he was afraid I was going 
to get him in trouble.

I turned enough that he could see the smile on my face.  "Yeah," I said, but my voice was 
shaking, almost like I was trying not to cry.  I was so emotional, I couldn't help it.

"You sure?" he asked again and I nodded, smiling, letting him know that I really was 
okay with what we'd done together.

We lay there for about ten-minutes afterward, with him just loving on me tenderly.  He 
was still hard, still inside me, and I was still hard too, my stomach and pubic hair covered 
in my own boy juice.  Finally, he pulled back and let his cock gently slip out of me.

My body missed him instantly.  I'd gotten so used to the feeling of him inside me that 
suddenly I felt very empty.

We continued to lie there together for like 20 minutes, then realized I only had about 20 
minutes to catch the last bus.  I got dressed, gave him a big hug, grabbed my new 
swimsuit and told him that I would see him Thursday!

I made my bus and as I sat down I felt a wetness kinda trickle out.  I didn't care, I was so 
happy.  All I could do was smile at everyone around me.

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The End
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