Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2015 17:01:32 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: YMCA UNCUT

       Work of fiction, please do not use or republish without the author's
permission.  This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between male
youth and adults.  If this subject matter is not to you liking, please read
no further.

       His name was Tim and he was the activities director at the local
YMCA.  He was a decent man, maybe late thirties at most.  His attitude was
positive and made him well like with all the age groups.  His shocking red
hair and bushy mustache stood out against his pale complexion.  I liked him
as he paid attention to me just as much as he did the "in boys".  You know
the more athletic, fit boys.
       It wasn't that I was not out-going, but I was chubby and well, you
know that puts you in the outcast group.  Jim didn't care and took as much
time chatting to me as he did the other boys, if not slightly more.
       Our Y was set up so the men were separated from the boys.  Where the
Men's entrance led to a plush waiting room with TV's, a smoking area and
even a small bar.  The boy's side was a huge game room with pool and ping
pong tables as well as the latest video games and pinball.
       Our locker rooms were separate also.  A manned towel station
separated the halls that led to the individual locker rooms.  From there
doors led to the shared shower room, pool entrance and the gym.
       I had a small click of friends, boys I had hung with for bi-weekly
swim lessons for a couple of years.  We were the shy ones.  The ones who
never stripped naked to change, wearing our swim trunks under our pants to
and from lessons.  As we grew older and became more comfortable with each
other and ourselves this shyness slowly went away, at least within our
group.  It was at this time I realized I was different than most boys.  No,
I knew I liked guys, and actually was OK with that, hidden side of me.  No,
I was different because I had a foreskin where all of my friends didn't.
This led to some teasing and being told I was a freak.

       One afternoon, I was told by my mother that I needed to shower well
after my lesson as we were going to dinner with some friends.  She'd drop
off some dress clothes and I was to wear them when I left and I was to call
to get picked up.  I headed off and was soon swimming my laps and
performing the new strokes we'd learned hoping I would pass to the next
level of Shark.
       I finished my testing and stood to wait for the results when Tim
entered the pool area wearing just a tight fitting speedo.  He dove in and
began swimming laps as our instructor met with each of us individually in
his office.
       For whatever reason, I was last in line and the only one left to be
reviewed when Tim exited the pool and walked up to me.
       "How'd you do buddy?" his hairy body glinting as water dripped from
his from.  I had to force myself to not stare at his tightly packed speedo
as he came to stand in front of me.
       "I think I passed, but that's Mr. Tanner's decision."  My body
tingled as he gripped my shoulder and gave me a friendly shake.
       "I think you did just fine buddy."  He mussed my wet hair and
started to head off to the showers.  "Oh hey your mom dropped off some
clothes for you, I left them at the towel station."  He then disappeared
into the swirling mist when he opened the door to the showers.

       I ended up passing with flying colors.  Actually, the best score in
the class according to Mr. Tanner.  He spoke to me about the next level,
Shark, and how if I continued to advance as I had been, he would put in a
word for me to become a junior instructor.  He sent me on my way with a
sharp smack on my butt and I strutted proudly into the locker room.
       I was on cloud nine!  I quickly retrieved my dress clothes and
headed back to shower and dress.  I was slightly bummed that all my friends
were gone and I had no one to brag too.  I entered the shower room which ws
filled with steam making it hard to see if anyone was in the long open
room.
       I turned on the water in my area and began to wash the chlorine from
my body.  Several older men came in and washed quickly, each of them
walking around naked.  They paid no attention to me, which afforded me the
chance to check out their big man cocks.  Well big to me as I was only just
fourteen.
       I was soon alone and feeling brave.  I stripped off my speedos and
reveled in the feeling of being naked for the first time in this
semi-public place.  It was exciting to me that someone, anyone, could just
walk in right now and see me naked.
       I actually didn't wait too long as I heard the door to the men's
locker room thud shut.  I trembled as I tried to remain calm.  Pretending
to act as if this was just another day and I always showered naked.  I
began to get nervous as I saw a form hanging his towel on a hook in the
anti-room.  I ducked under the spray and closed my eyes, as thoughts of a
quick departure began to fill my head.  These thoughts soon turned to a
near panic as I sensed this person taking the spout right next to mine!
       Holy crap!  I mean why that spout?  This room was huge with ten
spouts on each wall.  Why in hell had he chosen the one next to me?  I felt
as this man began to rinse off under his spray, the cast off water hitting
me as he did.  Suddenly the full force of his spout was directed at me and
I heard him chuckle.
       "Well?  Are you just going to stand there like a dope or are you
going to tell me if you passed or not?"
       I knew this voice!  It was Tim!  I opened my eyes and saw him
standing there naked.  My hands instinctively dropped and covered my young
cock and balls, as my eyes focused on his handsome face.
       "I... P... Passed," I studdered, trying to figure out where I should
look.
       "That's fantastic," Tim nearly shouted, his voice echoing off the
tiled walls and floor.  His hands gripped my shoulders and he gave me a
shake.  "I'm so proud of you!"  His hands behind me on my shoulder blades
and he roughly pulled me into a man hug.
       He mashed my face into his hairy chest his cock, which felt rather
large, rubbed against mine.  He continued to praise me as his hands stroked
up and down my back.  Now I must say in all honesty, this attention was
nothing new.  Tim often hugged members when something good happened.  So I
was only slightly shocked that he was hugging me.  When we finally
separated, I again instinctively dropped my hands to cover myself.
       "Hey now, whats with the modesty?"  Tim shook his finger at me.
"There's just us here, no need to hide."  I blushed bright red at his
joviality.  I looked about the empty room, my hands slowly dropping to my
sides.
       I couldn't look at him, my eyes cast to the floor.  My young cock
pulsing with new life as it bounced to and fro, quickly becoming hard, soon
sticking straight out from my body.  I titched nervously, my mind again
wrestling with thoughts of running.  My hands jerking as I thought about
ways to cover and hide my erection.  I froze when Tim lay his hand on my
shoulder.
       "Relax.  You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."  I lifted my
gaze to his face, seeing his eyes darting back and forth between my eyes
and my young boner, throbbing obscenely between us.  He cupped his hand
under my chin.  "Don't be ashamed of your body, OK?  That is a normal thing
to happen."  He leaned his face closer to mine, his stubbly face rubbing my
cheek.  "I'll tell you a secret, OK?"  I nodded, my body shaking slightly
from his touch.  "I always thought you were a very handsome boy."  His
voice a mere whisper in my ear.  "Now I see you this way and that you are
not like all the others," his breath huffed against my face. "I so admire a
boy with his skin."  I Moaned as I felt his cock begin to rub against mine.
       He pulled back slightly and we both looked down to see his mighty
cock bobbing beside mine.  What to me was even more amazing was the length
of his skin!  It hung long and wrinkled, far over his head.  Tim moved his
hips, his cock moving over mine, his long foreskin dragging over my shaft.
I gripped his arms tight.  I was about to cum.
       My back arched and my foreskin slowly retraced exposing my bright
red head.  Tim adjusted his movements and now dragged his skin ove my cock,
just behind the head.  His hands held me up as my knees began to shake.
       "I like what we are doing," he moaned, "but I can stop if you are
uncomfortable."  He breathed these last words into my ear.  I groaned as my
cock throbbed and began shooting my boy cream all over his man cock and
heavy balls.
       Tim quickly grabbed his cock and stroked it under mine, my cum
acting as a lube for his strokes.
       "Yeah sexy boy, keep cuming for me."  I leaned onto his chest,
loving the feel of his hairy skin on my face.
       I could clearly see him stroking his fat cock.  Pulling his long
skin back, showing me the head of his cock, dark and angry.  I placed my
lips over one of his nipples and sucked gently.  This action caused him to
hug me tighter his lips kissing the top of my head.
       "Oh god such a sexy boy.  A sexy boy who knows how to make a man
happy."  His hand increased in speed, no stroking the shaft, his skin fully
over his head.
       I wriggled from his grip and knelt before this stud of a man.  I
reached up and took his cock in my young hands, feeling for the first time
a real man's cock.  I had never been with another guy, but had seen and
read lots of porn.  I looked up to see Tim gazing down at me.  I opened my
mouth and took his skin into my mouth.  I sucked at it, tasting the thin
juice that flowed freely from it.
       I knew this was pre.  I pre'd all the time and I loved tasting my
own.  I locked my lips around the back of his head and used my hands to
pull his skin back.  My tongue swirled around his head, tasting his
delicious man cock.
       Tim's body began to jerk, his hands suddenly gripping my head.  I
knew he was ready to cum and I eagerly sucked his cock head wanting my
reward.
       "Fuck boy, yeah suck my dick," he moaned loudly.  His head swelled
and my mouth filled with his bitter / sweet man seed.  The amount was
incredible and soon I was forced to swallow.
       I drank every drop he gave to me, maoning when he finally pulled me
from his cock.  He lifted me to my feet, his lips finding mine as I crawled
into his arms, his hands holding my ass, his tongue invading my mouth.  We
kissed for several minutes, both of us loving this new side to our
friendship.

       "You need to get going before your parents come and get mad."  Tim
slowly let me slide from his hold.  I kept my eyes locked on his.  "Before
we get caught..."  He smiled at me with a wink.  I reluctantly turned and
shut off my shower.  Tim's hand caught me and spun me to face him, although
now he was on his knees.  "I just can't let you go without tasting you."
       His lips quickly sucked my still hard cock into his hot mouth,
swallowing my five inch boy boner all the way down.  He was an expert and
within mere seconds my balls were tight and my hips were widly bucking my
cock in and out of his mouth.
       His hands gripped my ass and his manly fingers poked into my boy
hole.  That did it, I came my second load down his throat.  His mouth
drinking my boy cream, moaning as I gave him all that my young balls held.

       When he finally stood, we heard the locker room door thud shut, and
a quick fear shot through me.  When this new person walked into the
showers, Tim again gripped my shoulder from behind me.
       "Hey T," the man called out.  "How are you guys today?"  I could
barely make out his eyes through the mist as he not only scanned Tim, but
me as well.  I saw a smile creep onto his face as his eyes watched my cock
move.
       "Doing good," Tim replied.  "Just a late workout."  The other man
nodded as Tim and I left the showers.  He stopped me in the anti room,
turning me to face him.  "Our secret, OK?"  I nodded and gave him a hug,
noticing the other guy could clearly see this happening.

       Upon my next visit a few days later, I admit, my cock was hard as I
strutted through the door.  I found my buddys and as I made my way to them,
the loud speaker crackled to life.
       "J. Taylor to the A D's office.  Jhonny Tayloe to ten A D's office."
       The entire game room fell silent as the announcement blared for all
to hear.  I froze as I felt all eyes on me.  The announcement over, the cat
calls began, chiding me that I was in trouble now."
       I knocked on Tim's office door and heard him call to come in.  I
entered, to see him on his phone.
       "Joe, hold all my call, will ya?  Mr. Taylor and I have some
business to discuss."  He motioned for me to close the door as he hung up
the phone.  He motioned me to come around his desk.  Leaning back in his
chair, I saw his hard cock sticking out of his zipper.

       Author's note - I hope you enjoyed the story.  Feel free to drop me
a line and tell me about it!
       Email me at: strike1463@aol.com

       Faithfully,
       Little Wolf