Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 10:04:47 -0800 From: Dorian Rivers Subject: Swim and Sauna Chapter 4 This literary work describes sexual situations occurring between boys of high school age. (They are seniors, I swear, so this is all 18+.) If you find any aspects of this to be offensive or it violates any local, territorial or federal laws, read on at your own risk. It's good to be back! I've had some requests to continue the series, and I'm a sucker for requests. Please if you have any feedback -- anything at all -- feel free to email me at < dorianrivers@hotmail.com >. (I love emails.) This is the fourth chapter of the series. I would recommend reading the three previous chapters; they're all very short, but do what you want. Once again, this is based on a true story. Names, dates, places and all proper nouns have been changed to protect those being described. One more note. I am in fact a college student (now), and I did and still swim (and play water polo) but I am not actually from San Francisco. Before contacting me about any inaccuracies regarding swimming or being a teenager, please take these things into consideration. If these things turn you on, feel free to be turned on, by all means. I love getting emails from other swimmers who just want to say "Hey, I swim too." ------------------------------------------------------------- Swim and Sauna; Chapter Four Matt turned away as he pulled Ryan's towel from him with ease. He headed out the sauna door without looking back. Matt stripped himself of his towel and draped both of them over their bags. He looked through his bag for something that would help him get things moving. He pulled a bottle of sunscreen from his bag. `This'll do.' Matt turned his head towards the mirror above the bathroom sinks. His face was fabulous, his shoulders broad. His waist slim, his tall, proud masculinity stood ready for action. His legs, shaking... He stared himself hard in the eyes and ran his hand through his hair roughly. "Man... I am a mess -- a hot, hard, gorgeous mess." Matt walked back to the sauna door and held the handle lightly. He took a moment to collect himself. It was starting to become apparent that Matt got a little bit nervous around Ryan. He wasn't his same arrogant, blatantly sexual self. What was it about this boy that made him so hesitant? Was he beginning to -- He opened the door. There sat Ryan on the lower of the two terraced sauna benches. Head tilted back, mouth gaping with tiniest beads of sweat dripping from his neck over his chest, through his tightened belly button, between his spread legs and down his hanging boyhood -- soft and engorged by the heat -- down to the wood of the bench. Matt knew he needed to do something to get a rise out of this boy. He walked in and sat next to Ryan and leaned back spreading his knees to touch Ryan's and expose himself fully. The two sat quietly for a minute. For all the tension that was building between the boys, the heat and the silence of the basement locker room made the air heavy and calm. The fluorescent light hummed with anticipation. The quiet broke "Hey can you do me a favour?" asked Matt. "Huh?" "Could you help me put on some sunscreen?" Ryan looked at Matt strangely. Matt couldn't tell if this was Ryan's usual dense look or if Ryan actually questioned his intentions. "I know it's October but yah know... There's that hole in the ozone layer and you can never be too careful." Ryan blinked. Whether his mind was hazy from the heat or he was lost in thought about rubbing sunscreen across the length of Matt's back (that's all he wanted, right? just his back?) he continued to stare blankly into Matt's eyes. The boys sat in silence looking into each other's eyes, inches apart, without noticing Ryan was beginning to stiffen like Matt. Matt leaned in closer, smiled without losing eye contact, and shrugged. Ryan shrugged back and Matt turned away, exposing his broad but lean shoulders. Ryan opened the bottle and squirted the cool sunscreen across Matt's shoulders and drizzled it down his back. Matt twitched and pulled forward at the unexpected cold. "Cold, huh?" "Yep..." Matt replied. `Wait a second, is he asking me a question for once?' He thought. Matt leaned back and Ryan placed his hands upon Matt's shoulders. Ryan's hands were strong. He rubbed the sunscreen in with a gentle force and tightly squeezed Matt traps. Matt loved a good neck massage. Who doesn't? The sunscreen absorbed into Matt's glistening skin and Ryan continued rubbing. Sunscreen may not be the sexiest item, but Matt was glad he kept it in his bag since the summer. His father had told him several times to clean his bag out after the summer season, but Matt disrespectfully declined. `Fuck you, dad...' thought Matt, lost in the friction between Ryan's hands and his neck. Matt came to briefly. `When is this boy going to make his move?' Ryan continued rubbing Matt's neck repetitively, enjoyably but repetitively. Matt knew Ryan wasn't going to try anything. Out of nowhere... "Your turn." said Matt. "What?" "Your turn. You think I'm going to let my teammate get melanoma?" Matt joked. `Did I actually just say that? I'm such a douche -- ` "Okay." Matt stood up. "Lie down..." Ryan stared. "On your front, you can't get your own back can yah?" Ryan lay down on the bench, neatly tucking his hardness up against his flat stomach. Matt squirted a generous amount of the cool sunscreen onto Ryan's back; Ryan flinched. "Payback..." Ryan didn't respond. Surprise. Matt stood beside the bench, his stiffness clearly sticking out from his body. He admired Ryan's body from his bronzed shoulders to his taught bottom as he began to slowly massage the lotion into Ryan's skin. He made no hesitation to work lower; the base of his palm brushing the tops of Ryan's perfectly formed cheeks. Ryan didn't complain. As gorgeous as Ryan's ass was, Matt knew this isn't where he wanted to begin. "Turn over" Matt said. "Huh?" `God this boy is dense...' "I'll do your chest for you. I give a wicked chest massage; my physiotherapist taught me how." This was a complete lie, but Matt didn't think it sounded too ridiculous. Ryan turned over without protest. This boy was clearly hard. When he turned over it swung out from under him and bounced against his belly before lying against his lower abdominals, as if winking coyly at Matt before lying back down, awaiting his embrace. Matt poured some lotion into his hands before laying them on Ryan's pectorals. Ryan closed his eyes and Matt knew he'd gained the boys trust, but how far he could take this trust he still needed to find out. He caressed Ryan's collarbones and pulled his hands up and down from his shoulders to his abs. Gradually he moved his hands down towards Ryan's bellybutton. Again his hands would brush against the tip of Ryan's hard-on, pulling it to the side before springing back to centre, pointing directly up towards Ryan's chin, his soft lips, eyes shut and damp hair. Each time, Ryan would let out a small sigh. This boy couldn't get any stiffer. Matt knew he was ready for a little more. "Harder?" "What?" "You want met to rub harder?" "Yeah, sure." Matt began to put a little more weight into it, but he had a plan. "I've gotta get a better position so you can really feel it, okay?" "Okay." Matt climbed upon the bench and straddled Ryan's thighs, their balls nearly touching. This would be the point of no return. Ryan didn't move. Matt worked the bottom of Ryan's rib cage, but couldn't reach too much further. He slowly slid himself upward, grasping Ryan's shoulders until his dick lay right against Ryan's. Ryan shivered as their members rubbed together while Matt felt down Ryan's torso with a deep pressure. Ryan let out an "Mhmmm..." Whether this was from Matt's hands penetrating Ryan's muscles or from the underbellies of their dicks softly sliding against one another, Matt neither knew nor cared. He was to going to take it further. Matt sat back on Ryan's thighs, exposing Ryan completely. Matt's hard-on pointing straight in the air, he began to work down towards Ryan's bellybutton once again, brushing past Ryan's tip with every stroke. There was no turning back. Matt pulled his hands from Ryan's stomach and, with one hand, wrapped his fingers around Ryan's rager. Ryan opened his eyes abruptly and lifted his head. He looked at Matt. "What's wrong?" Matt asked. The two were silent. The ceiling lamp hummed and the boys' breaths were loud but cool compared to the arid sauna. Matt could feel Ryan's heartbeat in his hand but didn't look down. He stayed fixed on Ryan's face as Ryan peered through him. Their bodies glistened with sweat, Matt's bottom slippery against Ryan's legs. The scent of pine and sweat and chlorine and the coconut sunscreen -- the scent of young swimmers -- rushed in as Ryan took a sharp inhale... "Nothing," Ryan laid his head back down. There was no way of telling if Ryan really wanted this, but he wasn't going to stop it and that was enough for Matt. He pressed on; he would take as far as he'd be allowed. He released Ryan's hard-on from his hand. Matt traced his finger down the underside of Ryan's heaving cock and grasped Ryan's balls in his hands, rubbing them slowly. They were soft and malleable in his hand from the warmth. Ryan's breathing became heavier. Matt watched Ryan's lips part as his breaths became audible and rhythmic -- Ryan's stomach rising and falling in time with Matt's caresses. Ryan may have been nervous, but he was getting used to another boy feeling his body, enticing him towards something new and sensual. It became more than a strange boy experimenting with his body; it was his friend taking him further into a novel and pleasurable experience. Matt took hold of Ryan's cock once again and began to work it up and down. Ryan was smooth and slid easily in Matt's grasp. With his other hand, Matt began to feel himself from his soft sweaty nipple, down over his shaft and began rubbing his hand between both boys' balls. He took grasp of himself as he began to quicken his pace with both hands. Ryan reached out and took hold of the hand Matt was pleasuring himself with. Matt stopped, and held both still for a moment. "Your turn," said Ryan as he removed Matt's hand and took Matt's hardened cock in his hand. The boys stroked each other; they're bodies exhausting in the heat, their heads light with slight dehydration. Ryan worked Matt's cock as if it were his own, tightly and confidently. He rubbed Matt's tip and Matt would shiver; he was not shy. Matt didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, straddling Ryan's naked body. The swim practice may have been easy, but the heat was getting to him and his throat began to dry. Ryan stopped. Matt was tired of thinking this boy was having second... third... fourth thoughts. Ryan tightened his grip around Matt's cock and pulled him forward. Matt fell and caught himself, his hand hitting the bench just next to Ryan's ear. Ryan looked up at him with a coy smile, their faces inches apart. Matt didn't know what to say. Matt pondered his reaction and didn't realize Ryan taking both their dicks in one hand as he began to jerk. Ryan was grabbing the reins. The look in Ryan's eyes, the feeling of their cocks rubbing together, Matt's body suspended just a few inches above Ryan's as Ryan stroked both cocks like a madman -- "I'm getting close," Matt whispered. "Me too..." Ryan smiled showing his teeth. The boys closed their eyes while Ryan worked. Matt's body grew tense but tired as he lowered his body closer to Ryan's. Their breathing was loud and sweet, virtually into one another's mouths. Matt opened his eyes and saw Ryan grimace, his eyes shut tight. Ryan was coming as Matt could feel Ryan's cock swell against his and Ryan let out two huge breaths. Matt lost it, and his cock swelled against Ryan's and they both shot across Ryan's stomach. Ryan's pace slowed. Ryan opened his eyes and held both dicks in his hand as they softened, still hot and swollen. Matt was staring with his soft green eyes. They lay for a second, nose-to-nose, their only other point of contact where Ryan held them both. The sound of the fluorescent lighting was once again audible and the two became aware of their thirsts, as they literally dripped with sweat from the heat of the sauna and each other's bodies. "I need a shower," said Ryan matter-of-factly. Matt leapt off of Ryan and sat on the end of the bench. "Good idea," Ryan got up and their juices ran down his stomach. His black hair was a wet mess, his shoulders pushed back and his chest and manhood proudly displayed. At least this boy wasn't ashamed. Matt stared blankly at the wall in a post-ecstatic, partially heat-exhausted daze as Ryan quickly stepped out of the sauna. The door swung shut behind him. `Short of words?' Matt thought to himself. "I need a drink," He said. He didn't get up. ------------------------------------------------------------- So boys, there you have it -- Chapter Four. Remember to email me at . The next instalment will come sooner with more encouragement. Also, I've got a couple ideas where the story will go from here, so I'd love some input.