Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 22:40:12 +0000 From: Rebel 777 Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 13 Caught With Shadow By Rebel Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen males. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply. Thank you all very much for the encouragement. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com. I DO answer all emails. * * * * * * * * Chapter 13 -- Boxboy Delivers (Part 2) During the hour or so that Jerry had been driving my classic 1966 Corvette Coupe, he had gained considerable confidence and showed surprising expertise at handling the powerful sports car. He maneuvered off the Interstate easily, and stopped for the light at the top of the overpass. He picked the correct lane for making the left turn to proceed back to the Interstate in the opposite direction. Since he was involved with negotiating the traffic and the turns to get us back on the Interstate, I took the opportunity to reach over and grope him some more. Much to my surprise, he was only about half-hard. He batted my hand away as he precisely executed a downshift and turn to get us heading back toward Sacramento. "Now quit that! I don't wanna wreck your beautiful car," he said, chuckling at my antics. I pulled back and `sulked' in my seat, but when I looked back at Jerry's smiling face, I couldn't maintain it, and broke into laughter. "Ok, ok," I said, "But stand on it this time and see what she'll do." The traffic was almost non-existent in this direction, so Jerry mashed down on the gas pedal, pushing me back into the luxurious leather seat. He grabbed the gears with an easy gait, and we were doing well over 130 when he eased off and we settled back to a more sedate speed. Since we had just traveled this road moments before and didn't see any cop cars, I felt pretty secure in letting him go. "Damn Blaine, that's wild. No wonder guys get hooked on these cars. They're fantastic," he enthused as we drove down the highway. We chatted merrily about cars in general and Corvettes in particular, making the time just zoom by. As we approached town, I started giving him directions to get to a faster route home than the one we had taken earlier in the day. "Don't you want me to pull over so you can drive us home?" Jerry asked. "Why? You're doing a fine job, and I kinda like being a passenger. Besides, it leaves me free to play," I told him as I slid my hand back to his crotch and his obviously hard dick. He didn't slap my hand away, but I figured that if I kept at it, he'd explode, and I didn't want that. We were close to home, and I wanted this gorgeous hunk stretched out in my bed. Following directions well, we pulled into my driveway and I pressed the button for the garage door. He gently eased the car into its parking spot and killed the engine. We extricated ourselves and both stretched to get the kinks out. The Corvette isn't known for its comfort, and sitting in virtually the same position for 2 ½ hours makes frequent stops a necessity on long trips. We headed to the backdoor to the house, walking around the T-Bird, and I watched gleefully as Jerry looked it over very carefully. I hit the button on the wall to close the door, and unlocked the door into the kitchen. "Come on, you can drool over the cars another time," I told him feeling the itch in my hard-on growing more randy. I stepped over to the counter/bar, feeling the coolness of the house air conditioning, and put my keys in the fancy wooden bowl that I kept there specifically for that purpose. I'm so bad at remembering where I leave my keys, Cindy and I worked out a long time ago that I needed one place to always keep them, and to make sure that I always put them there. She found this beautiful carved wooden bowl on one of our trips to Mexico, and it became the place for me to put my keys. I had just set down my sunglasses when I felt Jerry snake his arms under mine and give me a big hug. I turned in his arms and looked down at him. His eyes conveyed nothing, but his smile told me that he was happy. He lifted up on his toes and placed a chaste kiss onto my lips. Before he could pull away, I embraced him and leaned down for more of the same. At first, he was wooden and stiff, and seemed at a loss as to what to do. As I held him close, not releasing the kiss, I felt his lips loosen and he started to kiss me back. As he got more into it, he started kissing me back, and I felt his mouth open slightly. I darted my tongue between his lips and roamed around those marvelous teeth before he opened more and I pushed my tongue further into his mouth. I felt Jerry's body melt into mine as we dueled with each other, but finally we had to come up for air. "Wow," he sighed out as I eased back away from him. He looked as if he might pass out, and I became worried. "Jerry... are you ok?" I asked him. "Oh yeah... that was great. I never dreamed that kissing a guy could be so wonderful." I looked at him strangely; this experienced boy was trying to tell me he had never kissed?? He must have read my mind. "That's the first time I've ever kissed another guy, Blaine. You're a good kisser," he giggled. I held him back at arm's length and said, "Wait a minute, you were talking like you were an old hand to all of this. What was that you said; you heard the guys on the swim team talking about getting paid for blowjobs, for doin stuff that you were already doing to each other?" "Well, yeah, almost all of us do each other one time or another, like out of town meets and things. And I do have a couple of real close buddies and we've been fucking each other for a couple of years now, but we've never kissed. Most of the guys thought that was "unmanly" so we never did it. Other than my mother and older sister, I haven't kissed anyone else at all." Wow, that was some confession. `There's a lot more to this gay stuff than I ever realized.' I was still thinking all this over when Jerry raised back for round two. This time he was warm and passionate, and I could feel his hard cock pushing against my crotch. I reached down and scooped him into my arms without breaking the kiss, and headed down the hall to my bedroom. I gently laid him on the bed and eased myself alongside of him, still not breaking that wonderful moment. `For being a newbie, this boy can kiss,' I realized, as the moment seemed to extend forever. I felt his fingers trying to get at the snap on my shorts. I broke the kiss and rolled back slightly, bringing my fingers to his and unsnapping my waistband. Jerry's fingers immediately slid the zipper down and reached inside for my throbbing cock. His fingers felt soooo good wrapping themselves around my dick. "Ooohhh God, Jerry, that feels wooonderful!" I exclaimed in his ear. He slowly started a rhythmic stroking up and down the shaft. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, not after being mostly hard all afternoon. I rolled him over me and lay on my back with his beautiful body fully covering mine. He never broke contact with my hard shaft, and started to nuzzle into my neck. I couldn't take anymore, so I heaved him off to the side as I lay there panting, trying to regain some composure. I heard him chuckling, so I looked over at him to see what the hell was so damn funny. "Now you know how I've felt for the last two hours, you fucker!" he said, then scampered out of my reach as I lunged for the uppity little bastard. That was about all it took and Jerry broke into full-scale laughter. As I rolled back scowling at him, the humor of the situation struck me and his infectious laugh got me started. I held my hand out to him inviting him back to my bed. He walked around the end over to the side closer to me, but stopped just out of reach. As my eyes were devouring his delicious body, he slipped his hands to the bottom of the pullover shirt he was wearing and raised it suggestively up to his armpits, exposing his nice, quarter-sized nipples. He slowly continued with his impromptu striptease, pulling the shirt over his head and off, showing off his shaved armpits. By this time I was drooling with anticipation, wanting him to hurry up, but he wouldn't be dissuaded from teasing me further, so I relaxed back onto my pillows, resigned to my fate. I reached for my half-hard cock, but immediately decided not to. I knew I'd shoot off and I didn't want to waste the experience with this handsome young gentleman who was trying his damndest to entertain me. Jerry was inching his nylon shorts slowly down his hips, teasing me even more. He got them low enough that I could start to see the top of his trimmed, red, pubic bush. Suddenly, he pivoted around and dropped his shorts over his ass cheeks, exposing that hairless butt for my inspection. He stepped backward toward the bed, and I rolled onto my side, bringing us close together. I reached out and stroked those gorgeous mounds, softly kneading them in my fingertips. I slipped my thumbs into his asscrack, causing Jerry to moan with pleasure. I gently pulled his cheeks apart and could see the soft pucker winking at me. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the nearby bureau and exposing his ass more. I leaned out a little bit and brought my mouth over to his gorgeous butt, kissing and sucking every place I could reach. I pulled his cheeks further apart and slurped my tongue up the crack. "Oh god Blaine, that feels soooo good," Jerry groaned as I worked my tongue all over his butt crack, hitting his hole several times. I settled in closer and stuck my tongue out further, trying to penetrate his hole. Jerry felt me working over his hole, so he dropped his shorts completely and kicked them off on the floor, spreading his legs to give me better access to this most intimate area of his body. He then worked his hands down the drawer fronts on the bureau, ending up with his head down and his ass open and pointed directly at my face. I worked my tongue deep inside his hole, extending it as far as I could, being sure to get him as wet as I could. I backed off with my tongue and slid a finger inside as far as I could reach. I finger fucked him for a few strokes, and then added a second finger, hardly missing a beat. "Oh yeah, go for it Blaine, oh yessssss," he hissed. I then added a third finger, easing gently inside his tight muscle. "Uuuuugggghhhhhh," Jerry moaned as I gently fucked in and out of his ass, being careful not to hit his prostate and trigger his climax too soon. As I was fucking one hand into his ass, I reached over with the other and retrieved a condom and the lube from my nightstand. Jerry saw what I was doing and said, "God yes, Blaine, fuck me with that big dick of yours! I wanna feel you deep inside of me!" "Oh I will Jerry, but not the way you're thinkin'. I don't want to hurt you, and I know I'm pretty big in the dick department compared to your buddies," I said as I eased my fingers out of his butt, rolled back onto the bed, and slid my shorts off. Jerry stood up and turned around facing the bed with a quizzical look on his face. I smiled up at his perplexed expression, raised my shirt over my head, and threw it on the floor. I then took the lube and the condom and stroked my cock a couple more times to make sure it was super hard. I was oozing so much precum, I didn't bother with any lube, but ripped open the condom pack and rolled the condom on in a much-practiced motion. I squeezed a dollop of lube into my hand and slid it a couple of times over the condom, not trusting myself to do more. "Ok Jerry, hop up here and sit yourself down on it," I said to him. Jerry didn't need to be asked twice, but scrambled onto the bed and straddled my mid-section. I think he would have dropped himself down on it all at once if I hadn't of stopped him. "Whoa! Slow down guy; I'm not goin' anywhere," I said as I put my hands under his cheeks to keep him from hurting himself. "I will Blaine, but you've got me sooooo hot, I NEED you inside me -- right now," Jerry's eyes pleading as he looked intently down at me. "Ok Tiger, but take it easy at first. You control how fast you take it, but you gotta promise me that if it hurts you, you'll stop, ok?" "Yeah Blaine, I promise, so let me go so I can feel you inside of me, ppllleeeezee," he begged. I've been in the same boat at times, so I gingerly pulled my hands back from his cheeks, letting him take his weight on his knees. He got closer and I could feel pressure on my cockhead. He moved his ass a little, centering more on his hole, and I felt him open up and my head pop inside. "Aaaggghhhh," he moaned, but he held still for a bit getting used to the size. He tried to smile down at me, but it was a forced smile. "Are you ok? I really don't want to hurt you," I said softly, not really wanting him to stop. "I'm ok, really, but you are big, but it's starting to feel good now, and I really, really wanna do this," Jerry said and slipped a couple more inches up inside his hairless hole. He was as hot as a blast furnace in there, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from shooting my load right then. "Oh god, you feel sooooo good," I said closing my eyes and concentrating on not cumming. The next thing I knew, I felt a weight on my pubes and looked up to see that he was sitting all the way down on my super hard dick. "Just sit there a minute and relax. You made it, you've got it all." "I do don't I," Jerry said, grinning down at me from his perch. "Oh god, that feels so good, Blaine, I could stay here forever." I chuckled at that. "But I think that maybe I might have to piss sometime," eliciting a grin from his glorious face. But I did notice that this brief exchange allowed me enough time to pull back from the edge. I watched him intently as his eyes closed and his face registered pain, fullness, acceptance, and determination, then gradually start to change to pleasure. As he tentatively raised his ass off of my pubes a couple of inches and let himself drop back down to rest, his face showed more and more pleasure, and finally graduated to full-blown lust for more. Jerry opened his eyes, looking down at me and grinning. "You ready old man?" he asked as he raised himself up once more. I thrust up as hard and as fast as I could, eliciting a deep groan. "You'll think old man when I get done with you," I said back to him as we both eased back to the mattress. As Jerry rose again, I waited, and then when he started back down, I pushed up into his hot channel. We were both taking it slow and easy and enjoying the companionship of the moment. We settled into an easy rhythm as we gradually picked up speed. We both seemed to be concentrating on not cumming by looking into the other's eyes. God, a man could get lost in those pools; it seemed almost hypnotic in the way he held my attention with his eyes. I could feel the lust building in my balls with every stroke and the speed was increasing as was our breathing. I was changing the angle I entered Jerry's ass each time I went inside, trying to hit his prostate as many times as I could. I could see the beads of sweat building on Jerry's chest and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. "I'm real close Jerry," I breathed out to him. "Me too Blaine. Go for it; fill my ass," he managed to get out between gritted teeth. "AAAAAAAHHHHH, GGGOOOOODDDDD!!" he screamed and I felt his asshole clench tight on my throbbing cock, and watched as his piss slit opened and shot a massive load right at my face. I couldn't hold back anymore. "OOOHHH FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!" I called out as I grabbed his hips and slammed into his hot, hot ass as deeply as I could get, and expelled jet after jet into his bowels. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yyeeeeaaaahhhhh," Jerry chanted as he rode my bucking and thrashing under him. His knees gripped my sides so hard, I was finding it difficult to breath; what little bit of breath I could gasp between my shooting off up inside his ass. Then we both just stopped, choreographed by our mutual need. He held perfectly still with my cock embedded as deeply inside him as he could get it. I could do nothing but hold on to his thighs and cheeks while I was laboring intensely just to breath. We were immobile for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes, then I slid my arms higher onto his ribs and pulled him down to me in a loving embrace. He felt warm, cuddly, and wet, all at the same time. After an eternity of holding each other close and just enjoying the afterglow of our massive orgasms, I could feel Jerry's body shuddering in what felt like soft crying. I twisted my head to look at him, but he held me tight, refusing to look at me. More forcefully, I lifted his rag doll body up off my chest and saw that he was indeed crying. "Oh Jerry, I am so sorry for hurting you. I knew this was a bad idea; I should have--" Jerry leaned down and kissed me, effectively cutting off my self chastisement. It wasn't the deep, passionate kiss of earlier, but the tender, loving kiss of a gentle soul making love to me. I relaxed back myself, knowing that I hadn't hurt him; this was something else he was working through. Gradually, he quit kissing me and just lay quietly on my chest as I stroked his back from his shoulders down to his butt. "You didn't hurt me Blaine," Jerry said as he raised himself and shifted his ass, letting my cock slip from his well used hole. "I have never felt so loved and so cared for as I did just then, and it just overwhelmed me, that's all," he said, looking down at me with those deep pools into his soul. His heartfelt statement brought tears to my eyes and he smiled down at me and used his gentle touch to wipe the tears from my cheek. We both just stared at each other, desperately trying to get our various feelings under control. "Let's go take a shower, WE are a mess!" I said when I finally felt I could trust my voice not to break. Jerry nodded down at me and gradually unfolded his legs and stepped off the bed, extending his hand to help me up. "Yeah, I think this `old man' needs it," I said as I took the proffered hand and let him lead me to the shower. We stepped inside and Jerry adjusted the spray and temperature. He lovingly washed my body with soap and his hands, then handed me the soap. I accepted the soap bar and started on his back, working my way down to his cute little butt. I had him lean forward so I could look at his hole to see if he was damaged any. It was red and raw looking, but nothing that seemed to be bad. I continued on down his tanned legs, turned him around, and then worked my way up his front, paying particular attention to his now limp dick and hairless balls. He must have been exceedingly spent because I didn't see any change in his cock as I washed everything removing the remnants of our afternoon romp. We stepped out of the shower and grabbed the fluffy towels that hung on the warming rack. "Ohhh, these are warm," Jerry said surprised. "Yeah, that was something my ex insisted on when we remodeled the bathroom," I told him bushing at the thought of warmed towels. Jerry became involved with wiping down his body and really ruffling his hair to dry it. I watched, fascinated at the fluid movements of his gorgeous body. I threw my used towel in the corner, but Jerry must have seen it. He promptly went over and retrieved it from the floor and carefully folded each towel and re-hung them back on the rack, giving me a reproachful look. God, I felt like I was 10 years old again, being scolded by my mother. She would have been proud of this boy and his considerateness. We walked back into the bedroom and grabbed our shorts off the floor, sliding them back on silently, each lost in his own thoughts. I keep my hair relatively short, so I just ran my fingers through it and called it good, but I watched as Jerry headed back to the bathroom and primped in front of the mirror like most teenagers. I chuckled to myself as I left and walked to the kitchen to get myself a beer. Jerry joined me so I asked him, "What would you like to drink?" I could see hesitation on his face, which I figured out immediately and reached back into the refrigerator for two Pepsis, leaving my open beer on the shelf. "No... Blaine... drink your beer, I just wouldn't care for any, that's all. Please, it doesn't bother me, but please, don't get drunk; I don't think I could handle that." Seeing his sincere look, I replaced one Pepsi and retrieved my beer, making a mental note to cut down my consumption when I'm around Jerry. "Would you like something to eat?" I asked as I noticed that it was after four. "Maybe some chips or something," as I started to open cupboard doors. "Nah, that's fine," he said, "Could we just sit and talk? I would really like someone to talk to." This was not what I was expecting. "Sure, where do you wanna sit -- inside or out?" I asked him. I saw the lopsided grin start on his face, and he turned, reached for the sliding glass door, and strode out onto the deck in the warm, afternoon sunshine. I followed along, my beer in hand, and closed the door behind us. Jerry walked over and knelt by the edge of the pool, dipping his hand in to test the water. "Wow, it's warm," he said looking back at me. I chuckled at his surprise. "What do you expect? It's April in central California, Jerry, of course it's gonna be warm." "Yeah, I know, this just feels warmer than down at the swim club, that's all," he sheepishly said, getting up and shaking off his hand. I walked over and sat in one of the chairs under an umbrella to escape the brutal direct sun at this time of day. I watched Jerry intently as he leisurely walked all the way around the pool looking at the diving board and the various poles and lifesavers scattered around the fence walls. He looked so beautiful, this almost nude, 16 year old, elf as he walked so easily and just seemed to float around the deck. I was wondering what he wanted to talk about, but was in no hurry to end this visage as he approached where I was sitting. He walked up and sat in the chair next to me at the table, gazing over at me with those beautiful eyes. "Blaine, why did you ask me to come over today?" he asked. I guess he could see the lack of understanding on my face, because he continued, "Was it just for sex?" "At first, yes," I admitted candidly after learning my lesson from what had gone on with Dillon and Garret only the day before. "But then I got to know you and found out that you were, at first, going to ask for money, but everything changed this afternoon, and I think, for both of us," I told him. "Yes, things changed for me too. Would you have paid me if I had asked?" I didn't know where he was going with his questions, but I was determined to be as honest as I possibly could. "Thinking on it just now, if you had asked me for money when you first came in the house, I probably would have told you to `have a nice day' and sent you on your way. I know I'd have been very disappointed in you because I didn't think you were like that. Now that I've gotten to know you, I see that your request for money is only your determination to better yourself. You take good care of your body and of your car; I can see that you take pride in what you have, and you don't waste money on the usual junk that most kids buy. Does that answer your question?" "Yup, and I feel a lot better about all that since we've talked this afternoon. I guess those guys don't think much about themselves if they think they have to sell it," he observed. "That's very astute of you Jerry, to see the difference. Is it really that bad at home for you to think that you'd have to sell yourself just to get away?" I asked him. His eyes snapped back at me and just looked deep into my soul for a few minutes. I'd bet that people could find this quality about him as very disconcerting, but I found his directness as comforting. `Here's a boy that doesn't play games; what you see is what you get,' I thought as he watched me very intently. He must have liked what he saw in me because he slowly answered, "No, not really, especially now that I'm older." "My dad worked in heavy construction; roads, digging basements for big buildings, you know, using those big machines you see on most jobs. When I was 6, he was killed when the roadway he was working on gave way and the belly dump he was driving rolled over and crushed him. My sister was 16, and she took it a lot harder than I did. I loved my dad, but I wasn't around him much like she was. One of my dad's friends got friendly with my mom after that and they got married, I guess so she could take care of us kids. I don't think she loves my stepfather, but she needed some way to provide for her family. I knew Jake from being around with my dad, but dad was never like he is. He does ok with making the money and getting us a house to live in and food to eat, but almost every Friday, after he gets paid, he stops off at the bar and doesn't get home until late. "When he comes home drunk, mom and I have to be very careful not to do something that will piss him off. If he gets mad, then he usually starts hitting. I guess it had been going on for a couple of years without me knowing what was happening. Mom would usually tell me that she had fallen down or something when I'd ask about the bruise on her face or her arm when I'd see something. One night I woke up to a crashing sound and ran into their bedroom. When I saw my mom on the floor, bleeding from her lip and he was standing over her, I just ran to her because she was hurt. I didn't make it over to her though. The next thing I knew, I was flying through the air and landed on the floor, and then my head hurt. I looked up and saw mom hanging onto Jake's arm that was raised to hit me again. They yelled at each other and I scrambled under their bed. "After a lot more yelling and screaming at each other, I heard the door slam, and then my mom was on her knees by the bed, trying to get me to come out and telling me that he was gone. I crawled out from under the bed and into my mother's arms as she cried and held me tight. She helped me to bed, but I was too upset to sleep. She lay down with me and I finally fell asleep. When I got up in the morning, Jake was nowhere around and mom sat and talked with my while I ate breakfast. I just couldn't understand why she just didn't call the cops, but she said she couldn't do that. The police would put Jake in jail, and then we'd be thrown out of the house with nowhere to go and nothing to eat. "So after that, I just learned to lay low and stay out of his way. I found out that if I wasn't there, so mom didn't have to worry about me, then she would fight back, and it never got too carried away. I came home one Saturday after work to find Jake on the couch nursing a biigg lump on his head. I found out that mom had used a cast iron skillet on him the night before, and he was real quiet and subdued after that, but the next Friday night, it was just the same. "About two years ago, he took a swing at me but missed `cause he was so drunk. I caught him good with an uppercut that laid him out for the night. Ever since then, he's been kinda leery of me and I've been ok, but I still worry about mom. I just want to get enough money to get her out of there, and maybe go to college someday. I'm sorry Blaine, for thinking that I could... ahh... make some money..." his voice trailing off. I could see that he was having a difficult time keeping it together, so I got up, moved around the table, and stood next to his chair, holding him close with my hand on his shoulder. He didn't loose it, but just sat there getting his emotions back under control. His skin was soft and felt warm where I touched him with my hand and pinned to my hip. I could see that he was visibly calming and then he put his hand on top of mine on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You ok now?" I asked him. "Yeah, better... uuhh... thanks Blaine," he replied, looking up at me. I moved back to my chair and sat down, taking a swig of my beer, waiting for Jerry to continue. As I was watching him, he took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm sorry to unload all this shit onto you Blaine, you've been nothing but nice to me; you don't need to be drug into my problems." I slid my hand across the tabletop, just offering it if he wanted. He didn't hesitate, but put his hand in mine. "Look Jerry, you're a kid with a lot of shit going on in his life. You're 16 going on 30, and taking on a lot more responsibility that anyone else your age. You don't need all this shit either, but you ARE dealing with it, and I admire you for that." His eyes never left mine, and I could now see a look of warmth come back, replacing the lost, hopeless look that was just there. "I think you could use a friend right now, and I would like to be your friend - - if you want." He bounced out of the chair and was in my lap in a flash, hugging me close, nestling his head on my shoulder. As I responded to his hug by hugging him back, I could feel his body relax and finally calm back to the cute little boy who first came to my door. We must have been embraced for a good 10 minutes because his weight was starting to bear down on my legs in the chair. "Jerry, my legs are going to sleep. Let's go for a swim, ok?" He immediately got up from my lap and just stood looking at me. "Oops, sorry about that. I'll go grab my suit and be right back," he said as he headed back to the house. As I watched his tan body disappear into the house, I went over to the outside locker where I keep towels, pool gear, and some suits for anyone who might need them. I slipped off my shorts and into a dark blue Speedo, waiting for Jerry to reappear. I wasn't gonna push the nude swimming thing; Jerry had enough going on in his life right now. If he felt he wanted a suit, I'd get one on too. Jerry came back onto the deck wearing one of the skimpiest Speedos I have ever seen anyone wear. It was maroon with white letters across his butt "CCSC." His pubes were barely covered with the suit riding low on his slim hips and showing just the start of his butt crack. This was obviously what he wore most of the time in the sun; all of his `white areas' were covered and the tanned all over body was complimented by the skimpy suit. This is one of those times when someone actually looks sexier when they're wearing something rather than being nude. I just had to ask, "Ok Jerry, I give up. What does CCSC stand for?" "Central California Swim Club," he responded. "That's where I workout and they sponsor the meets I go to. They have turned out some members in the past who have gone on to the Olympics, but I'm not in that class. I do pretty well for my age bracket, and beat the pants off any of the guys on the Wilson High team." It wasn't a brag; just a statement of fact. This impressive young man was also modest. He opened the small bag he'd brought out with him, took out some lotion, and handed me the bottle. "Would you mind putting this sunblock on me? Like I said, I can't be outside in the sun too long without burning." What a question; `Yeah, I'd mind a lot,' I thought to myself as I squeezed some of the goo into my palm. I started on his broad shoulders and worked down his back and the backs of his arms. Strangely to me, I found the feel of his skin and the application process to be very erotic, but I wasn't getting turned on by it. The entire situation was more like just the feeling of close friends helping each other out. I applied more goop to the backs of his legs, trying to get an even covering everywhere. It looks really funky when you miss a spot and end up with the missed areas getting burned. As I finished down the backside, Jerry turned around and I started back up his front. As I approached his package, I saw that he wasn't aroused either. I looked up at his face with a questioning look, but Jerry just smiled. "I've been touched there so often by so many different people, male and female, over the years, I've learned to control it," he told me, which satisfied my curiosity. I continued above his waist and over his well developed abs and pecs, then onto the tops of his arms. "That's good Blaine, let me have the lotion," he said, holding out his hand. He then finished off his hands and face, being sure to work it into his hairline and the back of his neck. He grinned at me, pinched my nipple, and then took off like a fish with just barely a splash. I was surprised by his antics, but recovered and jumped in after him. I didn't trust myself to not hit the bottom in the shallow end if I dove like he did, so I just splashed my way into the pool. I stood there, mesmerized by this little eel as he effortlessly swam four lengths of the pool, breathing when he needed too, but usually just gliding along making it look like he wasn't working at it at all. He stopped in front of me and came up sputtering, wiping the water off his face. "Wow, I needed that. It's been a couple of days since I've been in the water." "I'd have thought that since you belong to a club, you'd be in the water all the time," I told him. He grinned over at me, then said, "I have to work, so I only make it three or four times a week, unless I can arrange with someone at the club for an after-hours workout." As he was standing there in front of me, so smug and proud of himself, I just couldn't resist. I swept his leg out from under him in a judo move I train with at the gym, and down he went. I made sure he was really wet by pushing down on his head as he dropped, but knowing that I'd have a wildcat on my hands when he came back up, I immediately took of for the deep end. That was exactly the wrong decision to make; I forgot to take into account that he swam like an eel. I didn't get more than two strokes away from him before I felt his hands on my ankles and moving up my legs. The next thing I felt was my Speedo being dragged down past my butt. I was so surprised, it took me a second to realize what was happening, but by then it was too late. My feet were no longer kicking, and I was no longer going anywhere but down. After I came up sputtering and fuming, I had to look around to get my bearings. I immediately zeroed in on this red streak scampering up the steps, rolling on the deck, and laughing his fool head off. After my feet started touching the bottom, I strode purposely forward; well, as much as I could trying to walk through water, but the closer I got, the funnier the situation was, and as I started up the steps, about all I could do was plop my naked ass down on the ledge and watch Jerry. He was really enjoying my predicament. "Ok smartass, what's so funny?" At first, he couldn't even talk, he was laughing so hard. In a way, it seemed good to see him enjoy himself so much; he must not get a lot to laugh at in his life. He finally subsided some, and in between giggles, he answered, "You... you shoulda... hehehe... seen the look on your face. you didn't... you didn't know where you were... hehehehe... or where I was, or why your little stunt didn't work... and then... and... you were sputtering... and... it was all just so damn funny. Then your bare ass rolling over in the water, and then trying to swim after me... well, it was just funny that's all." I had to admit, he did look good sitting there, even if he was laughing at me. "Ok, ok, I shouldn't have tried that, but you were so... soo... vulnerable standing there, I just couldn't help myself," I told him, grinning back at him. "Well, are we gonna go swimming then? Or are you done?" His impish grin returned and he lifted himself up with the ease of a teenager, then slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his Speedo, and in one fluid motion, slid his suit down his legs and kicked it off to the side of the deck. Very deliberately, he swaggered toward me, stepped over the top of my body, and planted a foot on the first step of the pool. Then he leaned over and very gingerly, laid his lips onto mine in a warm kiss. Still over the top of me, I felt him ease his body down on mine until he was sitting astride my semi-hard cock. "Ohhhh God..." sighed out of me and I knew I was lost. He slipped one arm around my neck and I was getting myself prepared for some passionate lovemaking, when I felt him pull against me and we both fell into the pool. But I didn't let him go; I wrapped him in a tight embrace, slipping my tongue into his mouth, and let him worry about getting us back to the surface. Jerry stood up under me and we did come up for air, literally. I put my feet down and found that I liked this; slipping and sliding against his firm, young body, lubricated with all the water, feeling his hard cock pushing against my belly. I slid my hands down his back and cupped his round butt cheeks in my hands. Since I was firmly standing now, Jerry wrapped his legs around my waist, pressing his throbbing dick hard against my abs. I started raising and lowering his body against me, causing him to moan into my mouth. He was swirling his tongue inside my mouth doing a better dental exam than my dentist did. He turned his head the other direction, rubbing noses with me like Eskimos, and proceeded to examine the other side of my dental work. The increased friction was causing Jerry to almost continuously moan into my mouth, which vibrated my mouth in return. I felt his hand on my cock, pulling it upward, aiming it toward his butt. I might be old, but it didn't take me long to figure out what he wanted. I stopped jiggling his butt up and down, and lowered him down gently. The water provided plenty of lube, and I felt his asshole open as the pressure increased on my cockhead. I felt his asslips pop over my cockhead, then I eased him slowly down onto my shaft. Even though I had been inside of him earlier, I still didn't want to hurt him by going too fast. Jerry broke the kiss and pulled back from me, a look of pure lust on his angelic features. `Ok, I guess you're ready,' I thought, and dropped him solidly down the last half of my cock. "Ooohhhhh... God... that feels sooooo good," he sighed as his pulled his butt firmly down onto my pubes. Jerry really surprised me then by flexing his butt muscles, causing my cock to involuntarily throb deep inside his ass. "It feels great to me too, baby," without thinking about what I was saying. I watched intently as his face went through four or five different expressions, and then settled back to his ever-present grin. "No one's ever called me that before, and being held like this, I feel like a baby. Now will you just fuck me, and fuck me good? I really wanna feel you inside of me, Blaine. Plleeeeze?" he pleaded. How could I say no to him? Besides, I needed him just as much as he wanted me. This kid was really getting under my skin -- and I liked it. All of those hours spent in the gym were paying off. I bounced him up and down on my cock just as fast and as hard as my biceps would allow. My arms, coupled with the buoyancy in the water, made it an easy task and I soon started feeling my orgasm building deep within me. "Oh god Blaine, you keep bouncing me right on my button! I'm getting' real close!" he moaned into my ear. "Oh shit, oh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah," he chanted out as my cock started to thicken and swell in his ass. "Oh shit Jerry, I'm gonna shoot!" "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!" Jerry screamed and I felt his hole strangle my raging cock. That was all it took, and I was there. "SHIT YES JERRY!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned right along with him. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck Jerry! You feel ssoooooo good!" I breathed out to him. I knew I couldn't hold us both much longer so I eased us over to the steps and sat my butt down before we fell over. As I sat, Jerry placed his feet on the step which had the undesired effect of pulling my cock from his hungry hole. "Oh shit, that wasn't nice," Jerry grimaced at me. "Sorry babe, but I just had to sit down. You wore this old man out," I said with a grin. Jerry rolled over and gently sat down next to me, letting the warm water soak his tight, worn muscles. We both had these shit-eating grins on our faces as we lounged there, enjoying the after effects of two very hard cums. "Well, at least we don't have a mess to clean up this time," Jerry chided at me and tweaked my sensitive nipple. "If I had the energy, I'd make you pay for that, young'un, but I guess it'll have to wait until next time. To Be Continued...