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"Swimwear" (M/t, true)
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, true)
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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