Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2016 10:33:40 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 1) Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young boys. Not a word of it is true. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. No animals or children were hurt in the making of this story. Anyone who is offended by this should not read beyond this point. It is not, however, your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and immediately jumps into the sack with them. There's a little more content to it than that. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session, sorry, but this ain't it. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and suggestions for future episodes. Adult-Youth (M,b,B,con) The Diver in Me (Part 1) He was 11 years old and the cutest kid I had seen in a long, long time. There was something about him that made you want to stop and take another look. Maybe it was the colour of his unblemished skin; fair, but tanned, with slightly reddish overtones as if he'd been out in the sun for just a little too long. Maybe it was the copper-gold hair, the colour of a brand new penny, that hung loosely down to his collar, with long bangs sweeping across his forehead, hiding his eyebrows. Maybe it was his Mona Lisa smile, as if he knew something that he knew you didn't; his thin upper lip and fuller lower lip a fresh light pink with a slight, almost imperceptible dimple at each end. His grey-green eyes looked up at me with a gentle contentedness. My gaze followed his long, thin neck, which sloped gently down to his shoulders and further down to his developing chest, which had small, almost imperceptible freckles across the space between his collar bones. Lying on my bed the way he was, on his back with his hands behind his head, his long, slim arms up, exposed his completely hairless armpits and his gently rising and falling chest, with its small, dime-sized reddish-pink nipples and still visible ribs beneath his just developing pec muscles. Farther down, below his narrowing ribcage, his stomach dropped into a concavity, with its center at his small innie belly button. His hip bones were clearly defined, beginning the V-shaped line of his lower abdomen which led down to his totally hairless pubic mound and... "Hey," he called, totally shocking me out of my reverie and interrupting my survey of this little boy's body. "Are we going to the pool?" I shook my head and chuckled. "Yeah, we are. And we should get going soon, so you should probably get up and get dressed." He levered himself up off the bed and trotted into my second bedroom to get dressed, allowing me a chance to appraise his beautiful bare behind once again. His smooth, small, tight cheeks had fit very nicely into the palms of my hands earlier that afternoon while giving him a massage. As he walked away, I took the opportunity to enjoy the sight of first one cheek and then the other dimpling as his weight shifted. The thought that, just a few minutes before, I had had those glorious mounds of light pink flesh wrapped around my raging hard cock as I drove it over and over again into his incredibly tight little hole, brought me to a semi-erect state. My name is Sam, I'm 26 and I volunteer as a diving coach at one of the local sports complexes during the summer. I also work full time as a programmer for one of the large IT companies. The job pays me pretty well, which means I've been able to afford a fairly decent 2-bedroom condo in one of the `burbs. I'm 6'2", 195 lbs., most of that coming from muscle, with blonde hair that I keep spiked in front and ice blue eyes, a diver's build, with strong legs, a diver's ass and abs. I have a 7" circumcised cock and keep my blonde pubic hair trimmed relatively short. I like the smooth look, so I take care to make sure I have no chest hair. I've heard that some of the women around the office think I'm very good looking, but I'm not really interested in that. I spend a lot of my day sitting in front of a monitor so I took the gig to allow me to keep in shape by swimming and working out in the complex's weight room. Of course, it has some additional benefits too, if you know what I mean. Since I started diving in Grade 5 and became nationally ranked during high school and all the way through college, I'd been asked to coach the center's junior and senior diving teams. That allows me to pursue my other passion, boy watching and if I'm lucky, a little more than that. Owen, that's my little friend's name by the way, has turned out to be one of those benefits. I'd been coaching the junior program for about 6 months when a new youngster showed up, wanting to try out diving. I'd seen him, occasionally, fooling around on the diving board in the pool and not only had he caught my attention because of his incredible red-gold hair and angelic face, but he'd looked like he might have some talent. "So, what do they call you?" I asked him. "My name's Owen," he replied and reached out to shake my hand. "Hi Owen," I said. "My name's Sam. Nice to meet you. So you want to try out diving, eh? OK, let me give you some information for your folks. Take it home, have them complete the application and the insurance form and we'll get you started. Come out about 5:00 tomorrow and we'll see what you've got before everyone else shows up for practice." I gave him the information package about the program, the days and times that the juniors practiced and what his parents could expect as far as costs and commitment. And then he smiled. And my heart went into overdrive. I've already explained how his small mouth had little dimples at each side, but when he smiled, he exposed the whitest set of teeth and his dimples drew right out to his cheeks. "That's so cool! Thanks Sam," he exclaimed. "See you tomorrow!" And then he was off, running over to his mom, who had been waiting in the snack area, waving the info package. And sure enough, Owen was back the next afternoon, all excited and the forms completed. "OK," I said, "Let's get you into your swimsuit and see what you can do." Owen disappeared into the change room, emerging a few minutes later in a pair of swim trunks with little fish all over them, a white t-shirt and a towel thrown over his shoulder. He trotted over and stood beside me. "Right. Let's start you out on the 1-meter springboard. I just want to see you dive off it." Owen dropped his towel and peeled off his t-shirt, giving me the first view of his beautiful upper body. I had to take a deep breath and look away for a moment so I could focus on his diving. He walked over to the board, climbed on and walked out to the end. He bounced gently a couple of times and then bounced more firmly a couple of times and launched himself off the end of the board into a very nice arc and entered the water with just a little splash. As he climbed out of the pool, his swim trunks had dropped slightly, exposing more of his lower tummy. He stood up and quickly pulled them back up. He looked at me and laughed, "That happens all the time. It's really annoying." "Yeah, that's why I suggest anyone who's serious about being in the diving program wear a pair of brief swimsuits. They don't do that when you hit the water, especially once you get up to 3 meters and 10 meters. If you wear those trunks off the 10-meter platform, you're likely going to lose them completely when you hit the water." "Yeah, that wouldn't be cool," he said. "I wouldn't want that to happen." "I wouldn't complain," I thought to myself. Shaking the mental picture of Owen climbing out of the pool naked out of my head I said, "OK. Let's see you try a dive starting at the back of the board." He climbed up onto the back of the board, made four or five long strides to the end of the board, executed a pretty good hurdle and hit the end of the board, launching himself off and soaring into the air. He performed a very nice layout and hit the water in what we call a perfect rip, kicking up very little splash. He climbed out of the water, again having to haul up his trunks and shook his head. "I thought these things were going to fall off completely that time. I better get my mom to buy some new ones tomorrow." "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea," I said, chucking. "I was going to see how you did off the 3-meter board today, but I think we'll just hold that thought until you have a new swimsuit or we could have a bit of a problem. I'll talk to your mom before you go. I want to make sure she knows what to buy and to let her know that I think you have potential and that I'd like you to be in the program." Owen whooped and smiled. "That's awesome," he shouted. "OK," I said. "Let's get back to the 1-meter and I'll introduce you to everyone in the program." Owen trailed me back to the board where the rest of the kids in the junior program were waiting. There were 6 other kids, 4 boys and 2 girls, ranging in age from 11 to 14. I called them into a loose circle and introduced each of them to Owen. Braeden was 14, the oldest and longest member of the program and had been diving for about 2 years. He was very committed to being the best diver he could be, so he was also working out on weights and running to improve his strength and fitness. As a result, his physique had grown from a thin little boy's to the well-developed chest, shoulders, strong quads, and flat abs as well as the bubble butt typical of a well-put together diver. He was about 5'7" tall and weighed in at 130 lbs. He had short, dark brown hair, hazel eyes on either side of an aquiline nose and a mouth with full, eminently kissable lips. He reminded me of one of those kids you see in commercials that make you think, "Jeez, he's cute." He was an outgoing boy, who made friends easily and who adults thought was what they wanted their sons to be. He was also somewhat of a closet renegade, who enjoyed playing practical jokes on the other members of the team, like putting a raisin inside a tissue and then after pretending he'd just whacked a fly with a swatter, picking up the fly with the tissue and then eating it. He was a great kid to have on the team. Katie, at 14, was the oldest girl. She was tall and thin, with the ripening young body of a teenage girl and as a result she struggled with keeping her weight to an acceptable limit. She ran regularly and swam when she wasn't working out with the program. She kept her blonde hair cut to shoulder length and would pull it back into a knot behind her head when she was diving. Katie was probably the best diver I had coached and was driven to make the national team by the time she was 16. She was scheduled to have a tryout soon with the provincial team, and I thought, and let her know that I thought, she had a great chance to make it. Her sister, Karri, was the other girl in the program. Karri was 12, somewhat shy, but once she got to know you, she'd come out of her shell and the happy, bright pre-teen would suddenly show up. She looked like a smaller version of Katie, but with just a bit of baby fat still lingering. She wasn't as naturally talented as Katie, but what she lacked in ability, she more than made up for in determination. In a few years, if she kept working as hard as she was, she might have a shot at the provincial team. Stevie was relatively new to the program. He was 12 and was the typical Scandinavian type, blonde, blue eyed and pale, with reddish cheeks over high cheekbones. He was relatively small, with thin arms and legs, a flat chest and a little baby fat over his tummy. He was fairly quiet and, for the most part, would come to practice, do what I asked of him and then leave pretty quickly after. He tried to make sure he changed quickly, before the other guys could get into the change room. He had good technique and lines when he was diving, but just didn't seem to have the confidence he would need to become really good. Ben was 13, and more than made up for the lack of confidence demonstrated by Stevie. In fact, he was so confident of himself, he would try things that the 15 and 16-year-old divers wouldn't. He had no fear. If no one was watching, he'd climb up to the 10-meter platform and launch himself off it. He was about as atypical a diver as you could find, and was built more like a little middle linebacker. He was 4'9" and weighed 125 lbs., every bit of it muscle. His long dirty-blonde hair hung down over his ears and his grey eyes and seemed always to be going in various different directions. I wasn't sure that diving was really for him, but was confident that he was definitely going to succeed at one sport or another. He had a lively, outgoing personality and loved being the centre of attention. The youngest boy, Marc, was a dark-haired cutie. He was 11 and had a pale complexion with ruddy cheeks and blue-grey eyes. His small but full mouth was set in a permanent smile that couldn't help but brighten your day. He was rambunctious and always seemed to be getting into something that he then needed to be pulled out of. Marc was well built for an 11-year-old, tall, but not thin. His arms, legs and even his chest seemed to be those of a 14-year-old who had been working out for a while. He had uncanny athletic ability and amazing spatial awareness and was already doing dives that some of the older members of the program weren't. Once the intros were completed, I had everyone jump into the pool and do a few laps to warm up. Then we headed over to the 1-meter board to work on some basic technique, like making sure everyone had the right amount of toe point on entry. Since Owen hadn't had any practice at this, I just suggested he try following the exercise and see how he felt. After about 30 minutes, we moved over to the 3-meter board, where I went through some more technique work, including trying to get everyone to enter the water with perfectly straight legs and feet. We worked on some tuck and pike dives. I could see Owen was lost with the more difficult dives so I told him to just concentrate on the ones he was comfortable with and that we'd do some work separately to bring him up to speed. He smiled at that, again making me catch my breath. All too soon, the session was over and I sent everyone to the change rooms to get into their street clothes and then we'd meet in the small meeting room next to the pool to discuss the schedule for the year's competitions. The competition year was spread out over the winter, spring and early summer, with meets held over weekends so they didn't interfere with the kids schooling. Some were close by and some were a fair distance, requiring the team to stay overnight in a hotel. We encouraged the parents to travel with the kids so they could cheer them on and to add a little bit more adult supervision. I explained the schedule to the kids and gave them a letter to take to their parents which explained that we'd have a meeting at the beginning of next week to go over the schedule with them. Once I'd finished, I let the kids out and they trotted off to meet their parents for the ride home. I went back into the coach's office and was getting dressed when there was a knock on my door. I opened it and found Owen standing there. "My mom's not here. Can I use your phone? I think she forgot to come and get me," he said. "Sure you can, kiddo. Come on in." I handed him my cell phone and he dialled his mom's number. After a few rings, she answered and the two began talking to each other. I couldn't hear her side of the conversation, but Owen kept repeating, "Uh huh, uh huh. OK." He looked like he was getting upset and when he finished talking, he handed my phone back to me, looking like he was fairly angry. "She can't come and get me. She got called into work and is gonna be there for a couple more hours. She wants me to hang around the complex until she can come and pick me up, but I don't have anything to do and I don't wanna stick around doin' nothing," he said with anger and frustration in his voice. "Hmm, that's a problem," I said. "Look, why don't we do this. Let's go get something to eat at the snack bar and then, if it's OK with your mom, I'll drive you home. How's that sound?" He jumped up and gave me a hug. "Thanks, that'd be great!" We went out to the snack counter and ordered a couple of burgers, fries and milkshakes, vanilla for me and strawberry for Owen. He downed the burger and fries in nothing flat. "Whoa, kiddo," I said. "Did you even taste that?" He looked up and grinned slightly. "I was pretty hungry. I didn't have breakfast and all I had was a peanut butter and jam sandwich for lunch." "Would you like something else while I finish my food," I asked him. He thought for a short while and kind of sheepishly asked if he could have a sundae. "Of course you can," I replied. "What kind do you want?" "Can I get the one with the brownie in it and the fudge all over it?" "Sure you can," I said. I gave him ten bucks and told him to go and get what he wanted. He came back in a couple of minutes with what looked to be the biggest hot fudge brownie sundae I'd seen. "You sure you can eat all that," I asked, to which he just nodded and dug in. He made it through about two-thirds of it before he looked like he'd had enough, so I took the liberty of finishing it off. Now that we'd eaten, it was time to call his mom and let her know that I would drive him home so that she didn't have to worry about him hanging around for a long time. Once I'd made the call and gotten her very appreciative OK, we walked out to the parking lot and over to my car. Well, not really a car, it's actually a Range Rover Evoque Dynamic. Owen stopped dead in his tracks when we got to it, his eyes huge. "This is yours?" he stuttered. I nodded, said, "Yup," and opened the passenger door for him. He climbed in and looked around the cabin. I'd had it loaded with all the technology available when I bought it and to an 11-year-old, it must have looked like the cockpit of a jet. "Wow, this is so amazing. What do you do for a living?" I fired up the engine and pulling out of the lot, explained my job, which he also thought was cool. He gave me his address and I entered it into the GPS system. As we drove, I asked him about his family. He explained that there was only his mom, Carol, his 15-year-old brother, David, and him. His dad lived somewhere else and he saw him for things like his birthday and a couple of days at Christmas. It took us about 15 minutes to get to his home, which was a complex of nondescript concrete block townhouses. We pulled into the parking lot and got out. The neighbourhood was one of those where I wasn't really sure I wanted to leave the Evoque by itself, but I figured I needed to make sure Owen got home safely. We walked up to the door of the place and Owen opened it with his key. I was about to say goodbye and leave when Owen asked me if I'd like a pop and the way he said it made me think he wanted me to stick around, so I said, "Sure." He smiled that smile of his and my heart melted. As we walked in, his brother David was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. He looked up and said, "Hey squirt." He regarded me with a slight suspicion and said, "Hi." "Hi," I replied. "I'm Sam. I'm Owen's diving coach. You must be David." I stuck out my hand, "Nice to meet you." He looked up and with a perfunctory, "Yeah," quickly shook my hand. He then looked at his watch and stood up. "Owen, I gotta go. I'll be back later. Mom should be home in a couple of hours. See ya." And with that, he pulled on his coat and was out the door, leaving Owen on his own. Since it was getting close to 9:00, and Owen had no one to watch him, I was a bit concerned. "Owen, if you're mom isn't going to be home for a while, are you going to be OK on your own `til then?" "Yeah," he said. "It happens once in a while, usually when Dave has something else to do. I'll be fine." "Well, why don't I do this," I suggested. "I assume you've got school tomorrow, so I'll stick around for a while and you can get ready for bed. That way we can keep the amount of time you're on your own to a minimum. That sound OK?" He excitedly nodded his head and replied, "Wow, that'd be great." I suggested we call his mom again and let her know I'd stick around for a while. When I spoke with her she sounded very grateful for me to do that. I sent Owen upstairs to get changed, expecting him to have a pair of pyjamas to wear. Instead, he came back down wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt. He came over and sat beside me on the couch. While we watched some TV Owen slid closer to me and when I put my arm over his shoulder, he snuggled right into me. I absentmindedly started gently stroking his hair and he leaned his head against my shoulder. After a few minutes of this, he looked up at me and said that his tummy was starting to hurt and that he wasn't feeling too well. Probably the sundae, I thought. I suggested that maybe if he went to bed, he might feel a bit better. With that, he got up and started climbing the stairs as I followed him up to his room. When we got to his room, I took a quick look around. He had the typical little boy's room; clothes all over the place, a few models lying around, toys on the floor and a single bed with SpongeBob covers. He took off his t-shirt and climbed under the covers, which I then pulled up and, after he'd rolled onto his stomach, tucked him in. I said good night and got up to go back downstairs, but he asked me to stay with him a bit, so I sat on the side of the bed and putting my hand on his back, started gently rubbing his back over the covers. "That feels nice, Sam," he said softly. "But my stomach really doesn't feel good." "What I've found sometimes," I said, "is that when my stomach hurts, if I rub it, it settles down. Do you want to try that?" I asked him. He replied, "OK" and rolled onto his back. I put my hand on his stomach and started rubbing it in a circle. "How's that feel," I asked him. "I guess it's OK," he replied. "But I don't think it's really helping." "Well, we can try it without the covers," I suggested. "Maybe it'll work better that way. Is that OK?" He nodded and I drew the covers down to the top of his boxers and started rubbing his bare stomach. I was rubbing in circles and every so often my hand would come in contact with the waistband of his boxers. After about 5 minutes of this, I asked him how he felt. "That feels really good. My tummy doesn't hurt as much. Can you keep doing that?" "Sure," I said and spent the next 10 minutes gently stroking Owen's stomach, until I noticed that he'd fallen fast asleep. I pulled the covers back over him and went downstairs. I thought about leaving, but I couldn't just leave an 11-year-old kid by himself at night, so I sat down and watched TV until his mom came home about an hour later. She was a little startled to come home and find me there, but after I explained why I had stuck around, she thanked me and then we sat down and talked. Carol worked as a server at one of the high end steakhouses in the city and occasionally got called into work when one of the other waitresses called in sick or had an emergency. She explained that, when that happened, David would normally stay home and look after Owen, but apparently he'd already made other plans and couldn't stay. She thought that Owen could probably have looked after himself, but was really happy that I had stayed and taken care of him, especially because of his stomach ache. I told her that I was happy to be able to help. I also suggested that if she ever found herself in the same situation, she could just let me know and I could either bring Owen home and stay or take him to my place and she could pick him up after she was finished. I also explained to her that Owen was going to need a new pair of swim briefs for the next practice. Carol looked a bit distressed at that and explained that she wouldn't have time to get them tomorrow because she had to work all day, so I suggested that I pick Owen up after school and take him to get them. "That would be great, but I don't want to put you to any trouble," she said. "It's no trouble," I explained. "I can get him, take him to the store and then he can hang around my place with me and have a snack. I'll take him to practice and then bring him home. And if David wants, I can grab him after school and he can hang around with us at my place and the center too." "That would be wonderful!" Carol said. "I'm not sure if David will want to do that, but I'll ask him and let you know tomorrow. Is that OK?" I assured her that would be fine and after getting the information about both Owen and David's schools, I shook her hand and left. I got home and even though I was pretty tired, I was even hornier, so I went into my room, stripped down to my boxers, plugged a DVD into the player and lay back on my bed to watch the movie on the TV mounted on my wall. The movie opened with a wide shot of the backyard of a home with a pool. A couple of 14-year-old boys, were splashing around in the pool when another boy, wearing a towel around his waist, and who looked to be around 12, came out of the house with a tray with three glasses of lemonade on it and brought it to a table beside the pool. As the camera zoomed in, he put the tray down and walked over to the pool, dropping the towel and revealing that he was completely naked under it. He was an adorable little fellow, thin and pale with dark, short-cropped hair, a small turned up nose and with a smile full of bright white teeth. As he walked to the pool he exposed his small, tight and smooth little ass and when he turned around to climb down the ladder his small, circumcised cock and marble sized balls came into view. There was a small, thin, dark patch of hair just showing at the base of his little penis, showing that he was just in the first stages of puberty. As he entered the pool, the other two boys swam over to him and grabbed him off the ladder, pulling him into the water with them. They all splashed and laughed for a few moments and then the youngster climbed out and sat on the edge of the pool in front of the two boys. One of the boys moved to a position in front of the pre-teen and spread the boy's legs. He reached out and took hold of the child's little cock with his thumb and two fingers and began gently sliding them up and down the small shaft, as the boy's penis grew, finally becoming fully erect and around 3" long. The 12-year-old had his head leaning back and began to softly moan. As the first boy continued the gentle, sensual masturbation of the 12-year-old, the other teen climbed out of the pool and moved over beside the little boy, who's eyes were now closed. This youngster was tall and looked like he'd worked out. He had long, strong legs with just a wisp of hair on the lower legs that led upwards to his beautiful bubble butt. His penis was fully erect, about 6" long and stuck out and up at an angle from out of a nice bush of dark pubic hair and over a pair of large olive sized testicles. He knelt down beside the boy and taking hold of his hand, guided him to grasp his hard cock. The young boy opened his eyes and looking over at the teen beside him, began stroking the boy's larger cock. After a few minutes of jerking each other, the three boys got up and walked over to some blankets that had been laid down on the pool deck. They positioned themselves so that they were in a triangle, each with one of the other's cocks in front of their mouth and then, opening their mouths, slid their lips down and along the engorged cock and began sucking each other off. I'd been stroking my rock hard cock and, at this point, began to feel like my orgasm was rapidly approaching. Knowing what was yet to come in the movie, I reluctantly took my hand away and held myself back from cumming. As the boys lay on the ground in a lopsided ménage-a-trois, moans emanating from their mouths full of their friend's cocks, the camera swung over to the door from the house to show a strongly built young man standing in the doorway. This new member of the movie was 18 years old, blonde, with spiky hair in front, a diver's build and ice blue eyes. As I walked out of the house and quietly over to the three boys, I quickly shed my clothes until I, too, was naked. When I reached them, I silently knelt beside them. I could hear their moaning and watched them as they humped their hips, driving their cocks into each other's mouths. Leaning over, I put my hand on the buttock of the 14-year-old boy nearest me. He was startled and pulled back, dropping the cock of the other teen from his mouth. At that, the other two boys stopped their sucking and rolled onto their backs to look up at me in mock surprise. I grabbed the teen who's bum I had hold of and pulled him away from the others. The other two kids looked on in surprise and expectancy. I pulled the young teen to the edge of the pool and pushed him over it so that his tight 14-year-old ass was exposed. I leaned in and began kissing and licking each of those soft, smooth cheeks. He tasted of nothing but chlorine from the pool. I then grabbed hold of both of those globes and prying them apart, slowly slid my tongue up along his crevice and over his tight, pink pucker, eliciting a tremor and causing the boy to moan loudly. I repeated this for a while, with the boy alternately moaning and pleading with me to stop. So, I stopped, the camera zoomed in and then I immediately pushed my tongue straight into his small hole, causing him to shudder violently and cry, "OH MY GOD!" I kept pushing my tongue into him and pulling back slightly as he continued to shudder and pant and moan, with the camera catching every twitch. I soon, though, had had enough of this and pulled him off the edge and over to the stairs. I sat on the top stair and pulled the youngster over so he was sitting in my lap, with my solid hard-on poking up between his legs and under his semi-hard penis. I reached down and grasped his cock and began gently stroking him. The camera was positioned so it showed both my hand gliding up and down on his hardening 5 inches and my rock hard cock below it. I lifted the boy up and positioned my cock at the entrance to his hole and then let his weight take over. As he slowly slid down, his incredibly tight rectum gripped my shaft and his eyes went wide as he let out a deep moan of combined pain and pleasure. "Oh shiiit! OWWWWOOHHHHHH," he cried as my cock penetrated deeper into him. The camera scanned to his face as he let out this moan and a small tear escaped from his eye. And then I started pushing my hips upward, driving my cock as deeply as I could plumb this kid's depths, then withdrawing a bit and again plunging back into him. "Oh fuck," I moaned, "So fucking tight. Oh fuck...Oh...Oh." His young teen ass felt so tight around my penis and it didn't take long for me to feel like I was going to explode in him. I started driving up into him as hard as I could, causing him to start screaming with pleasure, "Oh yeah, Oh fuck, yeah, Oh fuck, Ow, Oh shit, Oh fuck, Unngghhh." I reached around him and stroked his penis to rock hardness as I plowed as deeply as I could into him. I could feel his cock start to throb and knew that he'd be cumming pretty soon. I could feel my orgasm coming and as the camera zoomed in, shoved my cock up into his ass as far as I could and with a shout and several grunts, started blasting my cum into his bowels, while at the same time I sped up the rhythm and tightness of my stroking, causing him to start shooting his teenboy cum up and onto his lower abdomen, all over my hand into the patch of dark pubic hair surrounding his cock. We both moaned and jerked as our mutual orgasms overtook us and then quieted as they subsided. I leaned forward over Tommy's shoulder, grabbed his chin and tilted his head back toward me and our lips met in a long, passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining and savouring the inside of each other's mouths. As I watched myself cum in Tommy's ass on the screen, my balls released their load of sperm and, with several guttural grunts, I blasted a massive load all over my chest, stomach and my own pubes. I woke up a little while later, surprised at the intensity of my orgasm. Maybe it wasn't just the video and the memories it rekindled. Maybe I was thinking about something else.