Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 12:54:38 +0000 From: Kevin Daley Subject: Adult Swimming Lessons All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org Gay - Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Adult Swimming Lessons This adventures began in 1964, when I was 15 years old. I still couldn't swim when I left school, so my mother decided I should take adult swimming lessons. When I arrived for the first lesson, I was amazed at the age range. It was all men, and went from youngsters like me to old men in their 70s. I was very nervous and the instructor suggested we pair off and hold hands. I took the hand of a wiry old man and gave it a squeeze. He smiled at me and said his name was Frank. As we listened to the instructor telling us about the course, it was explained that the pairing would be permanent. My new friend squeezed my hand and pulled me close to him, slipping his arm around my waist under the water, where no one could see. "You don't mind me holding you like this, Kevin?" he asked. "No, not at all," I replied. We were told to start learning about leg movements, with one person standing up in the water and supporting the other's tummy. "You go first, Kevin," said Frank, as he slipped his hands under the water and touched my tummy. It felt nice as he slowly lifted me into a horizontal position. The instructor went along the line, grabing hold of ankles and demonstrating the breast-stroke leg action. He then shouted for us to have a go. As I began to do the leg movements, Frank said how well I was doing. He then pretended to let me go. "Oh, please don't let go," I said nervously. "Only joking," whispered Frank, as his hands began to support my tummy again, but this time slightly differently. As he held me, one of his hands cupped the bulge in my swimming trunks, then slid quickly onto my tummy. "Sorry about that," he whispered. I didn't mind, I had been touched there a lot at school, when I let other boys play with me under the water. I smiled at him and mouthed, "That's okay, no one can see." He smiled back, and I felt his hand slide back to the front of my trunks, where he squeezed me gently and just left his hand there. It felt so nice and naughty, just like being back at school. Someone's hand on my cock, but no one was able to see it underwater. All too soon we were told to change over. Frank held onto the side rail and I slipped my hands under his middle, and lifted. As his bottom came to the surface, I saw that he was wearing baggy swimming shorts that didn't have an inner lining. As he began the leg kicks, I eased my hand slowly downwards until I felt his shorts. Because I was supporting him and pushing upwards, my fingertips accidentally slipped inside the waistband. I suddenly stopped and waited. "Thank you," he whispered. "That feels really nice." I wasn't sure if that was a signal to continue, so I pushed my hand further inside his shorts to find out. He didn't object, so I pushed my hand further in. As my hand brushed against his cock, it twitched and jerked. I began to squeeze and fondle it. I hadn't done anything like this for almost a year, but it felt as good as I remembered. Again, the instructor said to change over. "What a shame," said Frank, as I pulled my hand out of his shorts. I nodded my head and smiled. Just before I gripped the side rail. Frank's hands slid into my trunks and took hold of my cock. Oh, it felt lovely, and within seconds my cock was ultra-stiff. Soon the lesson was over and my feet touched the bottom. We were asked to stand one behind the other, to listen to next weeks lesson. Frank pushed himself against me and pressed his cock against my arse. It was ultra-stiff. We got out of the water and headed for the changing room. Frank and I ended up in the same cubicle. What a gorgeous sight, my first naked man stood in front of me. He stepped over to me and pulled my trunks down to the floor, and kneeling down, he began to kiss my cock-head. After a few minutes, I started to cum in his mouth. Everyone had gone by the time we came out of the cubicle, so I couldn't wait for my next lesson. ~ ~ ~ The following week, Frank fucked me in the cubicle after the lesson was over. He covered my mouth, to stop me yelling out, as he humped me for a good 20 minutes. The next time, we ended up in a bigger cubicle. Harry and a youngster followed us in and we swapped. Danny was also 15 years old and a non-swimmer. Harry was in his late 50s and just as wiry as Frank, who was 50 years old. The two men humped us for almost 40 minutes. Then, after a shower, we returned to the cubicle and fucked again. Harry was far more organised than Frank. He said he was a team-leader, so he could call on loads of horny cocks. So, after Danny and I spent a couple of hours in the big cubicle with the team, we were fucked on a regular basis by a dozen men.