Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2011 13:02:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Swimming Pool Friends

The all-boys school was lovely. I was just 11 and found the sight of other
boys undressing in the gym changing rooms very exciting. Soon I was going
into toilet cubicles with other boys and wanking them off. This was much
better than my lonely wanks in bed at night. I loved easing my hand down
inside their underpants and playing with them.  Feeling their cock harden
as I fondled it, then pulling the pants down and wanking it, watching it
till the gorgeous spunk shot out all over my hand.

Alone in bed at night, I'd slowly wank myself off, thinking about boys,
wanking them off, being kissed by them, and off cock sucking, something I'd
only heard of. I found that I had very sensitive nipples and liked to play
with them as I wanked. They'd grow bigger and get hard, and felt lovely. My
bottom was also an area of pleasure. It too was sensitive, and I found that
pushing something into it felt heavenly. I tried all sorts of things,
starting with pencils, and easing it in and out as I wanked was so lovely.

The school weekly swimming lesson, also gave me a thrill. There were "Dirty
Old Men" there, looking over at us. We all knew they'd be there, but I
seemed to be the only one that was excited by it. The teacher told us to
ignore them, but I'd look over regularly, and if one got out of the water,
I'd sneek a good look at the bulge in his trunks. A mans bulge. I began to
wonder what a mans cock would look and feel like, and was soon day-dreaming
about it at night in bed.

During the school holidays I started to go swimming on my own. I kept it a
complete secret, going at different times. I soon found the odd elderly man
in the pool. I swam up and down, trying to ignore him. Some ignored me,
until one said hello. I was shocked, but managed to say hello back. We swam
up and down, chatting away, and hung from the rail at the deep end for
ages, just chatting. With his free hand underwater, he "Accidentally"
brushed the front of my trunks. "Sorry" he whispered. Just as I said
"That's alright", he did it again, and again, but this time cupping his
hand over my boy-bulge. Then he leant over and whispered, "If any of the
staff should ask, I'm your Grandad, ok"? I nodded and he did it again, but
let his hand stay there for longer this time. I liked it.

We swam up and down a few times, then stayed up at the deep end again.  He
turned to face the side of the pool, and took my hand and held it to the
front of his trunks. I knew that no-one could see what was going on,
because he had his back turned, so I didn't try to pull my hand away,
although I wanted to. I felt very nervous. For several seconds he held my
hand there, his cock easily recognised, just like my school friends in the
toilets. Then another couple of lengths and a rest at the deep end.

Again he turned around, and my hand was held to the front of his
trunks. This time I let my fingers gently wrap themselves around his
cock. He put both hands up on the rail, clearly in sight, and for a few
lovely seconds I fondled his cock. As I felt it start to stiffen he said
"Two more lengths"? I nodded and took my hand off my new found friend. Two
lengths later we arrive at the deep end and he turned around to face the
wall, but this time with both hands in sight on the rail. I slid up beside
him and eased my hand between him and the pool wall, and slid it downwards,
over his tummy until I felt the waistband of his trunks. I was nervous and
stopped there for a second, before easing it down a little further until my
hands was again over his bulge. I took my times, several seconds of
exploring the contours of his cock, before I wrapped my fingers around it
and giving it 3 or 4 little wanking movements. It had just started to
stiffen when he said "Two
 more lengths".

The lifeguard had looked over a couple of times, so I decided to leave, and
went into the changing room. Just as I was dressed and leaving, my new
friend came in and asked why I was leaving. I said I was nervous about the
lifeguard, and just stood there and watched as he stepped into a changing
cubicle and pulled his trunks down. Wow, I looked down at it, so much hair
and nice and thick, but soft. The first mans cock I had ever seen. It
looked lovely. I wanted to stay but was afraid of being found in the
changing room with a naked man. "My friend Bill will be in tomorrow" he
whispered "I think he'll like you". I nodded and left with one last gaze
down at his cock.

All day, I kept on thinking about my new friend, and how I longed to play
with his cock. Then alone in bed wanking, I couldn't stop wondering about
his friend Bill, and decided to go swimming in the morning.

I was in the water at my usual time, but there were only a handful of
people in the pool, and definitely no dirty old men. I swam up and down for
what seemd ages, and then a much older man came from the changing room
entrance. He was short and chubby, and wearing a pair of baggy beach
shorts. By the time he'd reached the edge of the pool, he had seen me. I
swam over to where he was sitting, dangling his legs in the water, and
tried to get a good look at his bulge. "You must be Bill" I said
quietly. "Yes" he whispered "You met my friend yesterday. What's your
name"?  "Peter" I whispered . He slipped into the water. "Shall we swim a
few lengths"? he asked. I nodded.

We swam up and down for ages, chatting away, before stopping at the deep
end. Just like my friend the day before, he turned around to face the wall,
and had both hands on the rail. I was so nervous. Did he want me to feel
him? I wasn't sure. I put the back of my hand against the wall and slid it
towards him, at about the right height. He must have seen it coming,
because he shuffled over towards me and suddenly he was pressing his trunks
to my hand. The trunks were very baggy and made of thin material, so in
seconds I was able to collect enough material to wrap my fingers right
around his cock. It felt very nice and I could feel it start to stiffen
straight away. After a few seconds more he whispered "two more lengths
Peter"? I nodded, and as I released my grip I felt a zip fly. A way in I
thought to myself as we swam off.

As we turned at the shallow end I noticed him fumbling with his
shorts. Back at the deep end, he turned. I looked around, no-one was
looking on our direction. I slid close to him and eased my hand onto his
tummy and slid it down onto his shorts. I felt for the zipper. It wasn't
there. Wow, his flies were already undone. I slipped my hand in through the
open fly, looking around all the time. Suddenly my fingertips found his
cock. It felt gorgeous. I felt it for a few seconds, then wrapped my
fingers around it and started a slow wanking movement. His cock soon began
to stiffen and slipped out through the opening. I looked down, but through
the water, I could only just make out his helmet and my hand just under
it. "Oh Peter" he whispered "That does feel nice. I bet you do this to all
the boys don't you"? I nodded "And to my friend yesterday"? I nodded
again. "Oh you are a good boy. I'd like you to make me cum, would you do
that for me Peter"? I just
 nodded. "Shall I give you a lift home Peter"? he asked . My mother had
always told me not to get into cars with strangers, but I found myself
nodding again.

I took my hand away, he zipped himself up and we went towards the changing
rooms. "We better not be seen together in the changing room" he whispered
"see you in the car park in a few minutes" I nodded and found my own little
cubicle. In minutes I was standing in the car park, looking for my new
friend. After a while he appeared and walked to a car. I followed. "Get in
quickly Peter" he said as he unlocked it. As soon as the door unlocked I
lept in and belted myself up. My new friend was soon sitting beside me, and
as we drove out of the car park to a roundabout, he lifted my right hand
and placed it over the front of his trousers, and held it there until we
could move off.

As we headed out through a housing estate, I began to fondle him, and
easing his zip down slightly. It felt so deliciously naughty, driving along
and seeing other boys playing, with me slowly easing my hand in through a
mans open fly. As I cupped my hand over the front of his underpants, we
pulled up at some lights. He had time to undo his belt and unfasten his
trousers, as I watched. His trousers flopped wide open, displaying a nice
pair of y-fronts, with my hand over the "Y". I let my fingers explore his
pants until I found his cock, then I gave it a squeeze. "Oh Peter that
feels nice, now slide your hand down inside my pants" he sighed. I obeyed
like a good little boy, and my fingers were soon around his stiffening cock

I looked down at his y-fronts and watched the movement that my hand was
making, raising and lowering the material as I started a slow wanking
movement. It all felt very natural as I wanked him to a full erection. A
mans cock in my hand, and all nice and stiff, I was in heaven. It felt so
much bigger than any of my school friends' cocks, and I could feel lots of
curly hair, I couldn't wait to see it. I glanced up to see that we were
heading out into the country, and then he took a left turn along a very
narrow lane, through some woods, pulling up in a little lay-bye. I looked
down again at the rising and falling underpants, feeling very pleased that
I was the one doing the wanking. "Oh, Peter" he sighed, "my friend told me
that you were a good boy, and you are, aren't you Peter"? I looked up at
him and nodded, then quickly looked down again. "Let me slip my trousers
and pants off Peter, would you like that"? Again I nodded, still looking
down.

I watched as his fingers gripped his belt and tugged. Suddenly the trousers
were sliding down his thighs and onto the floor. Then his fingers hooked
under the waistband of the y-fronts, and oh, they began to move. His stiff
cock sprang out with my fingers wrapped around it, wanking it. Oh it looked
so beautiful. I leant over towards him to get a better look, as the
underpants joined the trousers on the floor. "Have you ever kissed another
boy Peter"? he whispered. I nodded "In the school toilets" I whispered
back. "Did you like it"? he said. I just nodded. "Did he put his tongue in
your mouth"? I nodded, still looking down. "Did you enjoy his kisses"?
Again I just nodded, too embarrassed to speak. "I like to be kissed Peter"
he whispered in my ear "I love it"

I felt his left arm ease around me and pull me closer to him, while his
other hand lifted my chin. I looked up as he lowered his head towards
me. His lips touched mine, wow. Several brief kisses, then a longer one,
and I felt his tongue. I automatically parted my lips and let him enter
me. It was so lovely. I began to think that one day it might be his cock
easing its way into my tight little school-boy bottom. In seconds we were
snogging like a couple of old poofters, my hand still working up and down
his cock. Suddenly we both heard the sound of an approaching car.

"Peter, hide quickly" he shouted and pulled me hard over towards him and
downwards, pushing my head down onto his lap, so that I was out of sight. I
had to let go of his cock, and found that I was laying sideways across the
car, the gear stick poking me in the ribs, and my cheek pressing down on
his cock, pushing it flat onto his tummy. The car went by, but my new
friend kept pushing me down. "Have you ever kissed a boys cock in the
toilets"? he whispered. I shook my head, and felt his cock move under my
cheek. "Oh please Peter, be a very good boy and kiss mine before you sit
up. Just hold it as you did before and kiss the tip a few times, please
Peter, be a good boy" he begged. I lifted my head slightly, and wrapped my
fingers around his cock once more, stroking it gently, and then, as I
lifted my head a little more, was able to get his cock vertical, with his
helmet only an inch from my mouth. I felt that his cock was now a very
close friend, and
 any nervousness I may have had, was gone.

I parted my lips and kissed him right over his eye, which was ouzing clear
juices. It tasted quite pleasant. I'd heard of cock sucking, was this it I
wondered. I went down for a second kiss and a third, sucking in some of the
juices, then I parted my lips a little and just held them to his helmet,
pushing my tongue into his eye, sucking up as much of his juice as I
could. "Oh Peter" I heard him sigh "you are a very, very good boy. It's so
nice to feel you kissing my cock like this. Is it nice"? I nodded as best I
could. "That's good, now do it again, but with your mouth open a little bit
more, please Peter" he begged again. This time I parted my lips more and
placed them over the tip of his cock. It felt nice, as though I had half
his helmet in my mouth. I could feel his hands on the back of my head, but
ignored them.

Slowly they pushed downwards more and more, preventing me from lifting my
head at all. I was too weak to pull away and slowly he got me to take his
whole helmet in my mouth. All the time he kept on telling me what a very
good boy I was, and how he loved me doing this to him. Quite suddenly he
took his hands off my head, but instead of pulling away, I stayed there,
with a mouthful of helmet. It felt so big in my mouth. "That's it Peter,
lower your head a little more". I obeyed. "Now use your lips to wank me off
Peter, just bob up and down". I did as I was asked and in just a few
seconds I was cock sucking like some old slapper. It was lovely, but all
too soon I heard him say "Stop Peter, before I cum in your mouth". That was
enough, and I quickly sat back up, but kept my eyes and hands on my new
friend.

"Now Peter, I want you to take all your clothes off for me, while I
watch. I let go of his cock and started to undress. Soon I was down to my
socks with my boy-cock nice and hard. "Sit back and relax Peter, I'm going
to suck you off.


End of Part One