Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 20:06:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Sparks <daddyz_big_boi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim at the "Y"

Dislaimer: All events portratyed here are based on an actual event, but
extremely exaggerated and more imagined by the author. (In fact the only
thing that actually happened was the boy asking for help finding his
googles) It contains sexual contact between an adult and minor boy(s). I am
not condoning the breaking of any laws with this story, just show another
side of human sexuality. Please keep comments limited to constructive
criticism.

	I've been a boylover since I've been a boy myself. I never would
have guessed that anything like this would ever happen to me, especially
not in a the way that it had. I dont think even my vivid imagination
could've thought up a better scenario. It all started (as many stories do)
with a few too many drinks with a couple of friends of mine.
	We were drinking, and laughing, playing music and cracking jokes.
By the time they'd left I realized that a few more jokes than I would have
like were cracked at my expense. My buddy John seemed to have a grand ole'
time talking about my physique. (or lack thereof) Normally it wouldn't have
bothered me, as I knew everything was said in jest, but I happened not to
be in a "normal" state of mind. So I spent the next hour or so giving
myself the once (or thrice) over in my full length mirror in my bedroom. I
decided it was time to go to the gym.
	Now dont get the wrong idea. Im am not morbidly obese or anything
like that. Im just not as tight around the midsection as I'd like to be.
When I got up the next morning (Saturday) I did just that. I figured that
I'd just keep it simple and go to the local "Y" as it was very local to me,
right around the corner to be exact. I took the tour and found the
facilities, though not outstanding, were suitable to my needs. This applied
even to needs of a more "personal" nature as I found out a few minutes
later. My tour guide, Mike, was leading me to the locker room after showing
me the pool but suggested that we go through the showers instead of going
back up the stairs and around to the main entrance. It was here that I'd
stumbled upon the very thing that sealed the deal for me.
	When Mike opened the door to the pool area about about five or six
half naked boys came running into the showers. Mike told me that they
shouldn't take long and that we can wait for them to finish.  They all went
from half naked to completely so in a matter of seconds. Now mind you the
showers here are not exactly private. Just one big room with several
showerheads throughout. These boys were obviously not shy. As they were
lathering up, they were pushing and poking and playfully slapping each
others bottoms just generally horseplaying all in front of myself and Mike.
At this point I'm sure Mike was telling me all about the facility and how
wonderful it was, but I really want paying attention to him. In fact the
only reason why I turned away from the visual feast in front of him was the
throbbing newly aroused member. Now I knew the type of trouble that could
get me in so I focused everything I had on Mike in hopes that I could fight
the urge to pull out my cock right then and there. Mike apparently was so
wrapped up in what he was talking about that he hadn't noticed the bulge in
my jeans. The boys finished up quickly, as Mike had predicted, grabbed the
trunks they'd all been wearing before and headed out to the pool. Mike led
me to the desk so that I could fill out the necesary paper work, then I
headed home for a well-needed jack off session. I figured would begin my
workout regiment tomorrow.
	 I all but ran the half-block back to my house I nearly tripped up
my own driveway trying to hurry to get inside. I never even made it to my
bedroom. I flopped down on the couch in the living room and got right out
of my clothes. I closed my eyes drawing back on every detail of the show
that I'd seen earlier. I could almost smell the soap in the air again and
feel the steam on my face. Those lovely little cherubs, in their most
natural state. I began furiously pounding my own now fully erect fuckpole,
slick with precum oozing out of the head.
	 "MMM go ahead touch it baby it wont hurt you. Yeah that's it
stroke my big cock for me, yeah."  I said aloud as if my own thoughts could
hear me and respond.
	 I licked my lips and thought about each of those perfectly
hairless little butts and how each one just seemed to be crying out to
me. To have my tongue invade their innermost parts, to inhale the scent of
a boy that can be found no other place in existance. This only made me
quicken the pace of my already frantic jerking. And as I felt that familar
tingle in my balls i pretended that it was each of those boys spraying me
with their babymakers. I opened my mouth and tried to catch every ounce I
could of their (my) fuckjuice. I manage to get a little bit of it in my
mouth, but the rest landed on my chest and stomach. My imaginary orgy was
coming to an end. I was out of breath and full drained when it did.
	I got up showered, and ran a few errands and got home faster than I
anticpated. I figured there was no time like the present to start my
workout routine and so I did. I ran, lifted, stretched, jumped and swam
until I was totally tired and just wanted to head home. I went down to the
showers hoping to get more "shots" for my mental porn film fest so I could
have another session. The locker room was completely empty. I dragged my
feet in the locker room and lingered in the showers, still no luck. At this
point, I figured lightning wouldnt strike twice. I dried off and left the
shower area and headed to my locker to get dressed and head home. I was in
the middle of tying my shoes when a heard a voice from behind me.
	"Excuse me mister, can you help me find my goggles?"
	 I turned around to see the cutest little brunette standing behind
me. He couldnt have been any older than 10. He was about 4'10 somewhere
around 90 & 100lbs. I could tell by his adorable little chipmunk cheeks
that he was still carrying his baby fat. He had short brown hair with those
natural blonde streaks that boys tend to get in the summer. He was wearing
a some skater t-shirt and a pair of sweats.  I found myself staring in
those brown eyes of his for longer than I'd meant to before I responded a
feeble "sure". I asked him where he'd last seen them he told me that they
were in his locker. He showed me the locker that he'd had his clothes in. I
asked him if he'd locked it he told me that he hadnt. I told him that wasnt
a good idea and that someone may have walked off with them. With that he'd
started to tear up a little bit, and I could tell his was fighting the urge
to cry. I wanted nothing more than to scoop him in my arms and kiss his
tears away, but I knew better. I asked him his name.  "Brandon" he replied.
	"I'm Tim" I said, "Nice to meet you".
	Brandon explained to me that without his goggles he might as well
go home. I (lied) told him that I was just about to go for a swim and could
sure use some company. He told me that his eyes were too sensitive and that
he needed goggles to go into the water. I asked him if I took care of that
would he stay. He said he would. With that I walked out of the locker room
to the locker room attendant's station and purchased two pair of goggles.
The attendant buzzed me back in, and I handed a pair to Brandon.
	He smiled and squealed "Thanks Tim!" I told him he was very
welcome.
	"Why dont you put your clothes in my locker its not very safe for
you to leave them unattended."
	"Okay", he said.
	After doing so we both changed into our swim trunks, grabbed towels
and headed for the shower area. When we reached the shower room, I noticed
for the first time a small brown sign that was posted on either end of the
shower room. "State Law Requires a Nude Soap Shower Before Enter the Pool"
I read it aloud and was instantly excited.
	I said, "Awww, man". In my best little boy voice. "Do we have to
get naked?"
	Brandon told me very Matter-of-factly "Yes, but its not so bad,
we're both boys."
	 I told him he was right and we both stepped out of our trunks and
turned on the water.
	 "Brandon" I said, "I think this is going to be the beginning of a
beautiful friendship."

Sorry about the cliffhanger, guys. I promise I'll finish ASAP. In the mean
time I'm willing to take all suggestions, requests, fantasies or just
general comments about the story. Email me at daddyz_big_boi@yahoo.com