Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 21:17:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Bjork Nut Subject: Flipturn Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the author. Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior. Author cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the information contained in this story. This story is meant to be a masturbatory aid only. Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as "boy" or "son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you feel better then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their activities consensually. If this type of material is illegal in your location please be smart and go somewhere else, same applies if you are under the legal requirement to access this type of fiction. Thanks to Nifty for providing the public with this archive. Please consider donating to allow this resource to continue. **************************************************************************** Flipturn The sun shone brightly on the water's surface, the rippling of the water made the light appear like a million tiny points. The sun also cast a shadow on the water's surface. The shadow was made by 15 year old, Diego, who stood at the pool's edge. The young man stood there like a monolith staring intently at the clear-blue water before him. His mind was a million miles away. It pictured a different body of water and the things that floated in it. Despite the day's heat he shuddered involuntarily as his mind conjured up the images of days gone by. The memory made him pull back from the water's edge, he turned and walked back towards the house in which he was now staying. The mid-century modern home belonged to a friend of the his parents. He had been kind enough to take him in until his situation got sorted. That had been a few months ago now, part of him wished to stay, but, another part of him wanted to run away and rage against the situation he now found himself in. The boy walked through a sliding door into a bedroom that faced the pool and courtyard, unaware of the man watching him through the kitchen window. The man, heart sank as he watched the boy go back into his room. He had been told to give the young man some space, but, seeing him like this broke his heart. He wanted to pull the young man into a hug and ease his pain away. Diego walked into his spartan room and sat on the bed. He removed the swim cap and goggles from his head and placed them on the bed next to him. He sat there, clad only in last year's swim team uniform, a speedo, colored crimson and gold, in a daze. He fought down all the memories that were threatening to overwhelm him. He choked down a sob that threatened to escape. No, he thought, he had to be strong. He heard a soft rap on his door, and, it slowly opened. His caretaker stood at the threshold, Diego turned away so that the man would not see his teary eyes. Diego admonished himself for thinking of Malcolm as his caretaker. The man had been nothing but nice these past months. He had taken him in out of the kindness of his heart, preventing him from being sentenced to the cold, clinical world of state care. Diego, knew Malcolm was close to his father. They had been friends since college and eventually they started the tech company that had made Diego's family wealthy. Malcolm crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Diego. Diego felt the bed dip down with the added weight. Malcolm placed a warm hand on the small of Diego's back. Diego could feel the comforting heat radiate up his spine as Malcolm's hand swept up his back and came to a rest on his shoulder. He drew Diego towards him, "You'll get there son," he said and just held him. **************************************************************************** The bell rang across the schoolyard cutting across the chatter and chaos that was highschool life. The bell signaled that classes would be beginning soon and both students and faculty sped up their actions and made their way to their destinations. Diego made his way slowly onto the campus, as anyone who can recall their highschool days, getting to class didn't make the best motivator for urgency. Additionally, Diego, was still familiarizing himself with the campus, he was still new here, having started attending only a few months ago. He and Malcolm had recently moved to the Pacific Northwest and he was starting his studies back up at one of the area's finest private high schools. Diego's melancholy was slowly starting to lift, and, Malcolm hoped a new environment would additionally help lift his spirits. Diego made his way through the crush of students to his first class of the day. Social studies wasn't particularly exciting, but, he looked forward to talking with Cory, one of the few people that actually took the time to get to know him. Cory and Diego were fast on their way to becoming friends. Most recently Cory had been talking Diego's ear off about the swim team, of which he was a member. Diego had a sneaking suspicion that Cory was trying to recruit him for the team. A simple google search would reveal that Diego was a star on the rise in the pool prior to the accident that changed his life. Since then Diego hadn't set foot back into the pool or any body of water to that fact that wasn't the shower or bath. By all accounts Diego is a handsome young man. Years of swimming have allowed his body to develop and grow in classical proportions. His face bore the features of the mixed latin races that were his parents, brown eyes, an aquiline nose and a square jaw rounded out his visage. His heritage lent his skin a very light caramel hue. Diego's celebrity doppelganger, without a shadow of a doubt, would be Brandon Manilow. And, Diego would agree, as he had started browsing the more debauched corners of the internet. Diego had stumbled across Mr. Manilow and his antics recently, and, sprung an instant boner, cumming in his pants with hardly a stroke of his cock. Diego made his way into the classroom and sat in his seat near the back, a few seconds later Cory walked in and sat down next to him. "Hey dude," Cory directed at Diego, "You coming to the swim tryouts today?" Diego turned to look at the blond, blue-eyed boy and gave him a nod of the head. "Not sure, dude," Diego responded. "Aww, man, come on. At the very least you can cheer me on. I promise I won't tell anyone about your records." Diego lowered his lids and gave Cory a hard stare, he was not comfortable with people bringing up his swimming ability. Cory, recognized the overstep. "Sorry, man, just think about it alright," he said as the teacher began to take role and start the day's lesson. Diego spent the rest of the period in sullen silence. Every so often he would glance at the clock willing it to move faster. Finally, the bell rang and he went about his day. He moved through his day somewhat morose, the only bright spot was when he walked into his math class. Math had never been one of his strong subjects until he started attending Pinecrest. Diego was smitten with his instructor, Mr. Warner. The man stood a little over 6' tall with salt and pepper hair, a neatly groomed mustache and beard complemented his finely chiseled looks. Diego admired the fit and defined body that was highlighted nicely in slacks and chinos, button downs and polos. Mr. Warner had beautiful hazel eyes that glinted with golden flecks. He made it hard for Diego to concentrate on keeping his erection under control, much less doing well in math. But, what really sent Diego over the edge was the sense of anticipation he would feel when Mr. Warner walked up and down the aisles hoping that he would rest his hand on his shoulder or his back. Diego would feel a flutter throughout his body whenever Mr. Warner touched him. The loud bell rang snapped Diego out of his reverie and he rushed into the classroom. Mr, Warner winked at him as Diego scurried into the classroom hoping to avoid being late. Diego flushed at the gesture from his instructor. "Now that we are all here, we can begin," said Mr Warner. Diego tried to pay attention as the class progressed, but, Geometry was having a hard time competing against Mr. Warner, who just so happened to be wearing a pair of grey slacks that showed off his bubble butt to the fullest, Diego thought. His biceps were also catching Diego's eyes as they strained against the silky fabric that was Mr. Warner's polo shirt. Diego drifted in and out of focus for the rest of the period only snapping back to focus when the bell rang. As the students began filling out the classroom, Mr. Warner yelled out, "Students, don't forget swim team tryouts today, so come out if you want to try and make the team." Diego whipped his head around to focus on Mr. Warner. Mr. Warner smiled at Diego's reaction. "You interested in trying out for the team, champ." "Yeah, I think I might swing by," said Diego as he stood before his desk. "Good, son, I hope you do come out, I'm trying to build a great team for the school." "You're the swim coach?" Mr. Warner released a hearty chuckle. "Surprised, kiddo! What did you think I was just a math nerd?" Diego blushed a deep red and began to stammer a response. "Don't sweat it kid, you're not the first to think me a poindexter, now get outta here before you're late to your next class. **************************************************************************** The final bell of the day rang through the campus and once again the high school campus exploded with activity. Diego started walking towards the main entrance/exit, but, mid-way there he stopped and turned back around. He walked with purpose to the gym, once there he made his way out to the pool deck. Stepping out onto the sunny pool deck, Diego squinted and shielded his eyes against the sudden and blinding glare that coming outdoors from a dark space produced. Cory spotted Diego first and shouted, "Diego, over here!" as he waved his arm to catch Diego's attention. Diego felt a flush course through him as he spotted his friend already in his speedo. This was the first time he had seen Cory with so little clothing and he certainly had a nice one. The blond, blue-eyed boy had the typical swimmers build, broad shoulders, tapered waist, and a nice set of quads. Diego tried not to stare at the bulge that Cory was packing in his Speedo's, but, his eyes would eventually make their way to it every time his eyes swept across his friend. Cory had an infectious smile, and Diego found himself in a much better mood as the boys approached each other. Cory swept Diego into a headlock and tousled his hair with his free hand, "Glad you made it, dude," he said. "Clearly," was Diego's slightly sarcastic response. Cory disengaged laughing at his friend. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the team." Both boys walked towards a group of boys clad in speedos standing apart from the other potential swimmers who had come out to the try outs. The boys were all beginning to enter their peak physical phases and they seemed to have no shame in displaying their bodies to the assembled mass. Diego, physically, had nothing to be ashamed of either, but, he felt small in comparison to some of the upperclass men gathered about. Diego reviewed the physiques gathered around him. Swimmers and divers with their lean sleek builds, bulkier water polo players, a few of them could have easily belonged to the football team. Diego, felt his body flush hotter as he was surrounded by so much testosterone. Cory made the introductions between Diego and the members of the aquatic teams. Diego was assaulted from all sides with names and cheerful greeting, he smiled and nodded accordingly. The chattering of the students was suddenly cut short as a warm, booming voice cut across the pool deck. "Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please," Diego turned towards the voice, his stomach fluttered, as he saw the speaker. Although he had expected to see Mr. Warner, he did not expect to see him like this. Mr. Warner stood before the assembled students wearing a Lululemon tank top that showed his off his meaty shoulders and biceps and caressed his broad chest, revealing a tuft of chest hair over the top. Below the waist, Mr. Warner wore a pair of Speedo's in the schools colors, dark green and gold. The bulge the contained was quite large. His massive thighs were covered with dark brown hair that ran down to his ankles. Mr. Warner was barefoot on the pool deck, even, his feet appeared the epitome of manliness to Diego. If could have, Diego would have dropped his pants and jerked himself off furiously at the site of Mr. Warner. "Welcome to the Pinecrest Swim Team tryouts. I am hoping to find some promising new swimmers for both our varsity and pre-varsity teams. As some of our returning swimmers know we are in a build-up phase and I will be looking for talent and the potential for talent. Swimming isn't an easy sport and I will push you to your limits no doubt about it. Expect hard work, early morning practices, after school practices, and competition drills. You will come to sleep, eat and breathe swimming, all while maintaining a "B" average in your academic classes. I know the school allows for a "C" average, but, if you want to swim on my teams, I do not." Mr. Warner looked over the crowd as he let his words sink in. "If you're not ready to put that amount of effort in please leave my pool deck now and not waste each others time." A few of the assembled students gathered their book bags, purses, etc. and made their way out of the pool area. For a second, Diego thought about joining them, but, decided against it. He needed to face his fears and this was a good way as any. The door to the gym banged shut as the last of the students left. Including Diego only a handful of non-swim team members stayed behind. "Alright then, to those of you that stayed, please change into something to swim in and we will meet back here in 15 minutes." Shit! Diego thought, he hadn't brought anything to swim in as he hadn't expected to stick around for the try-outs. He turned to Cory, "Oh, man, I don't have anything to swim in," he whispered. "Don't sweat it dude, I got you," Cory responded, "Come on you can use one of my spare suits." Both boys made their way to the locker room so that Diego could change. Fifteen minutes later Diego was standing on the pool deck slightly embarrassed. Cory's spare suit turned out to be a Speedo of riotous color, it's paint splatter pattern had the added bonus of being iridescent. While nobody out right laughed, several of the members of the swim team gave him smirks and chuckles. Deep down though, Diego was beginning to doubt his resolve. He breathed in deeply a few times to keep calm. Cory, saw Diego's reaction but said nothing. He just placed his arm on Diego's shoulder in a friendly reassuring gesture. That act had helped Diego calm down significantly. Mr. Warner approached the assembled students and began the try-outs. First he had everyone jump in the pool and tread water. Diego lingered at the pool edge while everyone splashed in. Diego didn't want to hesitate and give the appearance that he was afraid of the water. So, taking a huge breath he jumped into the water and joined everyone else in treading water. They did this for what seemed like an eternity, but, in fact had been more like 10 minutes. Next he put the returning swimmers through the paces before splitting them off and sending them to the other pool. Then he turned his attention to the newcomers. Mr. Warner had the newcomers demonstrate their skills and cycled them through the standard swimming strokes. Diego easily distinguished himself in the water, despite trying to keep the dark visions at bay. Mr. Warner gave them a break and had the newcomers come out of the pool, Diego couldn't get out if the water fast enough. As he stepped on the pool deck he felt himself instantly calm down as if the solidness of the ground transferred its properties up to him through his legs. Mr. Warner had the newcomers assemble on the poolside bleachers. The students gathered on the bleachers and awaited Mr. Warner's decision. As he approached them, Diego, couldn't help but stare at his bulging Speedo's. Mr. Warner started thanking everyone for attending and for their hard work in the pool. He was glad that they were willing to take on the challenge and as such he would be able to fit everyone somewhere on one of the two teams. The students chattered and cheered at the news. Mr. Warner began to go through the roster and placed the students in their respective teams. When he reached Diego's name he followed it with varsity. Diego cracked a huge smile as he heard the news. But, a minute later the reality of the situation set in and Diego visibly retreated within himself. Mr. Warner noticed the change as he continued to make his way down the roster. As he finished up he told them he expected to see all of them back here tomorrow for their first practice and sent them on their way. As the students filed out, Mr. Warner approached Diego and had him hang back. Diego just nodded in ascent. As the crowd disappeared through the gym door. Mr. Warner asked Diego, "What's going on, kiddo. I thought you would have been a little more excited at hearing that you made the varsity team." "Sorry, Mr. Warner, I am excited, it just..." Diego said trailing off. Mr. Warner placed a reassuring hand on Diego's shoulder and rubbed it reassuringly. Diego fought back the tears. He wasn't sure his ego could take it if he broke down in front of the remaining swimmers. "It's just that I'm not sure I can do it," Diego said, "I'm kinda scared of the water." "Scared of the water?!?" Mr. Warner said lowly, "You were a dolphin out there. That wasn't the swimming level of someone who is scared of water." "It's just..." Diego breathed in deeply and let it out in a loud huff. "Today was the first time I've been in a pool since my accident in California," Diego said, he could feel the calming influence of Mr. Warner's hand on his shoulder and it allowed him to continue. "It was the accident that killed my mom and dad. Our boat overturned and I don't really remember what happened next. I just remember swimming out of the boat and up to the surface. I could see bodies in the water. I thought for sure I was going to drown. My mom and dad never made it to the surface." Diego's tears threatened to spill out of his eyes and he remembered the memory. He took a deep breath, to pull himself back from that emotional edge. Mr. Warner's hand tightened on his shoulder. "Stick it out, Diego," he said, "We'll get through it. I'm here for you." Diego smiled up at Mr. Warner, nodded and mouthed a thanks as he turned and made his way to the locker room. Diego changed quickly and left the gym as quickly as he could he didn't want to risk running into any of the other swimmers in his state. He got a text from Cory as he was biking home. He stopped along the trail he was on, and texted Cory a quick reply. Diego left the trail and biked up a long drive to a large victorian home nestled amongst a copse of trees, a flat manicured lawn stretched from the driveway entrance to the front steps of the house. Diego wasn't sure how he felt about the house yet, but, he agree it was a welcome change to the mid-century modern home that he had shared with Malcolm back in California. At least in this home, he thought, his room was massive and featured an ensuite bathroom. The house was almost 100 years old, or so he chose to believe, but, various owners and now Malcolm had made sure it had all the latest amenities. Diego entered the house through the kitchen and spotted Malcolm sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop. "Hey, Mal," Diego said as he entered the home, dropping his book bag by the door and making his way to the fridge. Malcolm looked up from his laptop, smiled, "Hey kiddo, how was school." "Good, made the varsity swim team." Diego said nonchalantly as he stuck his face into the open fridge hoping to find something to snack on. Grabbing an orange, he closed the door and turned to face Malcolm. "What did you just say," Malcolm asked giving Diego a puzzled look. "I tried out for the swim team and I got placed on the varsity team," Diego said trying to suppress a smile. Malcolm stood from the table and padded barefoot over to Diego before sweeping him into the biggest bear hug he had ever given the boy. "Oh, kiddo," he said, kissing the top of his head, "That is great, so proud of you." Diego filling with emotion allowed himself to cry in Malcolm's arms. He could feel the cathartic release as he sobbed against Malcolm's muscular chest. Diego felt peace in this embrace. Malcolm kissed the top of Diego's head one more time and then just simply held him. ******************************************************************************* The tinny ding of his phone, woke Diego up, he looked around confused at his surroundings for a moment and then remembered he was in his new room, in his new house, in a new town, in a new state. His hand went to his bedside table and grasped his phone, tapping on the screen he saw the message was from Cory. Dude...Y didn't u tell me u made da varsity team!!! Awesome, man! Sorry, man...had to get home. 2morrow is going 2 b awesome...welcome 2 da team! Thanks...text you later! Diego put down the phone and turned over on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, closing his eyes, visions came rushing up behind his closed eyes, he searched through his memories until he found a familiar one from earlier in the afternoon. In his mind's eye he saw a man in his black polo and grey slacks. Diego placed his hand on his stomach. The image in his mind switched to the man at the pool. Diego recalled the bulge in the Speedo's and the way the tank top caressed his pecs and clung to his body. His hand slipped under his t-shirt, he felt the hot skin beneath. He shivered at the touch, his hand lingering on his abs, tracing the the contours they made. His mind's eye ran down the length of the man's legs, his massive quad muscles stood out like a marble bas-relief. Diego's hands traced his iliac crest as his mind roamed down the man's legs, to his shapely calves and manly feet. Diego's hand reached the top of his pants, his erection growing and straining against the khaki fabric of his school uniform. He rested his hand there feeling the heat that his crotch was generating. The tips of his fingers played amongst the silky feel of public hair. His hand slipped down to the button holding his pants closed, his long fingers tracing `around the button, as he fingered it loose. The top of his pants opened. His hand encountered his zipper next. He brought his other hand up and used it to push his t-shirt further up his torso, exposing a nipple to the air of the room. His hand grazed it and he felt it harden beneath his touch. In his mind, Diego, saw himself kneeling before the man. He looked up at the bearded face, a pair of hazel eyes staring back down at him filled him with a warming fire. Diego shifted his gaze to the bulging Speedo's before him. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply smelling, imagining what the manly musk would smell like. Diego's hand grasped the zipper of his pants and slowly brought it down. His pants opening further, allowing access to the treasure he sought inside. Diego's had came back to rest on the bulge his penis was creating in his underwear. He could feel the heat coming off the bulge, he slid his palm across the fabric, causing him to let out a small moan. In his head he was now running his hands up the man's furry legs, he could feel the strength and power his muscles contained therein. He traced every muscle in the man's thighs and tentatively slid his hand towards the inner thigh. The back of his hand brushed gently against the bulge straining the Speedo. Diego gasped as his fingers slid below his waistband and touched the pulsing tumescence within. His hands slid over the silky smooth skin that covered his cock. Fingers traced the cowl of skin that covered his glans and the sticky wetness that pooled at its head. He continued sliding his hand down until he felt the twin orbs beneath. His fingers tugging and pulling them in their sack. His mind showed him pictures of him grasping the edge of the man's green and gold speedo. Slowly he pulled the speedo down the man's legs, his cock caught on the him exposed itself in reverse to Diego. Diego saw the full bush that the speedo had partially hidden, then the massively veined shaft, then he got a peek of the balls behind, next he saw the now healed scar and the skin tone change that signalled a long ago circumcision. The front hem of the speedo was caught on the coronal ridge of the man's massive cock. Diego slowly brought his hand back up and grasped his shaft, he whimpered as he felt the heat of it throbbing against his hand. His other hand squeezed and toyed with his nipples. Cock in hand, he slid the velvety skin across the hard shaft, his foreskin stretched across his glans. He let out a quiet moan. In his mind he saw the speedo' hem slowly give way and the massive cock broke free of its bounds and slapped against the man's abs with an audible thwack. The speedo's fell away past his knees. Diego felt his mouth fill with saliva in anticipation. The shaft before him looked daunting, but, he wanted the challenge, no, he yearned for it. Bringing a hand up he grasped the fiery column of flesh and guided it into his mouth. Diego gripped his shaft tighter and increased the pace of his strokes. His small plum sized balls rising and falling in time with his fevered panting. The velvet skin gliding along the hardened shaft stretching the foreskin in delicious agony on every downstroke. The head shiny and slick. The massive column invaded his mouth and filled it to the fullest. He breathing labored and he breathed deep through his nose, he could feel the cock scraping the back of his throat. His gag reflex kicked in when the massive head slid along his tonsils. The man driving the cock, eased up and let Diego catch his breath. Composing himself, Diego again grasped the shaft and plunged his mouth back on it, he lifted his beautiful brown eyes up once again to catch the man's gaze. Diego's breathing came faster and faster as his hand squeezed his shaft. Up and down he moved the velvety skin against the rock-hard shaft. His mouth opened in silent ecstasy as one hand stimulated his cock and the other his nipple. Up and down, faster and faster. Faster. Faster.. Faster... In his mind, Diego swallowed the shaft, up and down he went on it. Slippery with his saliva Diego managed to take the man's cock further down with every stroke. He could feel the man's urgency as he grasped his head from behind and the man began hammer his cock into Diego's mouth. Diego could feel the man's thigh muscles quivering and spasming. In his mind the man roared his explosion and rammed his cock deep into Diego's mouth. Diego stroked himself to explosion, expelling a strangled groan along with his load of cum. The watery cum blasted out of his cock like a geyser. The first volley of cum struck Diego on his face, it splattered across his cheek and bottom lip almost making it into his open mouth. The series of volleys coated his t-shirt, chest and abs. The remaining load dribbled around his fingers leaving his pubis, penis and hand a sticky mess. Amazingly his pants managed to come out unscathed from the seminal discharge. Panting as he caught his breath, Diego brought up his cum-filled hand and breathed in the heady aroma that wafted from it. In his mind a pair of golden flecked hazel eyes stared down at him, the man's face nodded. Diego licked the discharge clean and swallowed.