Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 10:20:13 -0500
From: Lacy White <lacylips@gmail.com>
Subject: Swim Team 2

Swim Team Part 2

By LacyLips@gmail.com


DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving young
men and boys. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF
YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH
MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no
way related to any person or persons living or deceased.

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When our after school had calmed down we spend a few hours on the xbox
and we called for a pizza. The pizza disappeared quickly and we watched
some Discovery channel stuff the Greg suggested that we go to bed early.
I was sure he had more touchy feely stuff in mind and I was all for it.


In his room we dropped our pants leaving the silky nylon practice suits
on. We lay on the bed and Greg asked if I wanted to jerk off and put my
hand right on his quickly enlarging bulge in his speedo. I was about to
rip the front of my suit out as my own cock swelled to full staff. With
my other hand I quickly released the drawstring on my suit so that my
dick would not break.


I rolled towards Greg somewhat on my left side so I had a better angle to
see and feel his hardness. With my index finger and my thumb I traced his
shaft thru the satinlike material from the base to the tip feeling the
terrain of each and every swollen vein. First with my finger tips along
the side and then repeated with the palm of my hand checking out the
underside. After a few trip Greg was already moaning and I stopped to do
a fingertip massage below the pee hole where his mushroomlike head met
the now hard-as-glass shaft. He let out a contented but excited breath
and a slippery dark spot appeared under my revolving fingertip. His
precum was flowing.


"Take it out Bry. Please take it out cause you are going to make it break
if it stays cooped up."


I did not answer but tucked my hand into the waist and undid his
"ripcord" allowing his suit to tent up to the max. As these suits are
tight fitting there was still like space for relief so I peeled back the
top enough to let his cockhead breathe. It was gorgeous! Dark pink and
slightly spongy. Man I wanted to devour the whole thing but I had to
resist not wanting to appear completely queer to the team captain.


I resumed the shaft massage and more precum flowed out and was actually
dripping off the head onto Greg's belly and into his belly button. I was
kind of lost in dream lust when Greg asked if I tasted my own 'slippery
juice'. I told him that I did.


"Do you like the sweet taste or the slippery feel the best?" He asked.


"Both but I don't think I put out this much."


"Taste mine Bry. Go ahead use you tongue and get it out of my little
'reservoir' and enjoy it. You know that you want it."


I, quite tentatively, brought my head to rest on Greg's hard tight
stomach and extended my eager tongue to gather the goodies which had
accumulated from my ministrations to his swollen cock. I even slurped it
up making exaggerated sucking sounds just for effect. All the while I was
still rubbing the silky bulge of his crotch.


"Push my suit below my nuts man. I need some serious stroking." Greg
quietly commanded.


I stuffed my whole hand into his suit and used it like a lever to force
the taut cloth downward. It got hung up so I had to pull out and drag the
side down as well. When it was all clear I continued my explorations
along his glass like erection fascinated at how pretty it was close up.


"Stroke me now. Get your hand around it like before."


Raising my fingers I placed the flat of my palm on his cock and 'buffed'
it a little then extended my fingers around it at the base. With my thumb
and first finger holding the shaft I let my other 3 fingers massage his
nut sack a bit. More moans. Leaving his balls I used an all finger grip
and gave it a tight yank towards the head. Oh my gosh this was heaven and
hell at the same time.


A long string of precum drooled from the head and as heavenly as holding
this perfect example of man meat in my fist was it was hell not diving
onto it and filling my needy mouth with tasty cock.


Greg helped me out when he told me not to waste the pre. "Lick it off
before you lose it dude."


He just opened the door for my depravity. My tongue not only gathered the
glassy goo but I gave the head of his dick a good bath as well. I was in
slow motion as my tongue surrounded my captain's crown and slothlike
slurped in the stream of slippery crystal goodness. I had to suck this
cock to completion. I needed a mouth full of his jizz but would seem too
eager? To faggot like?


"Ever suck a cock Bry?" There could not have been more perfect timing of
a question,


"A friend and I did it last year to see what it was like. We didn't
finish it though. It hasn't happened again."


"Did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you want to try it on me?" Greg
queried.


" It was OK. It felt pretty good." I answered.


"What felt good? Having your cock in his mouth or his stuffing yours?"


"Both parts were OK and yes I could try it on you. You are bigger than he
was so I am not sure if I can do it well."


"It is about time you try isn't it Bry. Stretch those lips around my big
dick, take some fat shaft in your mouth and prepare to gobble my goo. It
may help get you on the team."


As instructed I went back to a tongue bath and then took a healthy
portion of warm prick into my yearning mouth hole. Man it tasted good! It
seemed so long ago since Paul massaged my tonsils and i had missed it
immensely.


The texture of the head, micro wrinkles to tickle my exploring tongue,
got be really hyped up to blow Greg into another spaced time continuum. I
would take my time though and enjoy it. He would too. My fingers gently
stroked the bottom half of his fat meat while my oral ministrations
focused on the top half. The cylinder of flesh was hard and smooth as a
glass rod yet slightly giving on the surface. The sweet head moved across
the roof of my mouth as meager tongue stayed active on the bottom
pressing hsrd on that touchy spot where head meets shaft. More precum
greeted my activities frequently.


I was in a trance. Hypnotized by the dick slab injection my face was
taking. I  needed to change it up a little so I pulled off and scooted to
my knees for a better angle while at the same time pushing my speedos
down to release my own iron hard dick from partial captivity.


Leaning over I stared at the full beauty of Greg's equipment. I would
have guessed 6 inches plus maybe just under. You mind seems to add a bit
when it is crammed in your face. Certainly it was thicker than my own or
Paul's. I took little time to calculate as it looked so good lying there
pointing to his hard abs and inviting me back. Still in a dream state.


"Blow me dude. Don't just stare at it. Suck it!". Oh yes sir my mind
thought.


Moving closer I let my tongue run from the base to the tip and back
again. His cock bounced off of his belly repeatedly. I began massaging
his balls, gently squeezing and the stretching his sack to the max. WIth
a hand busy with balls I opened my drooling mouth and locked my lips
around his prick sideways like griping it with your hand. I polished his
pole getting it really wet till Greg begged me to suck it again. By this
time there was a lot of precum puddling for me to enjoy and to help
lubricate my activities. I was dripping a lot of it myself.


As my lips encircled his mushroom once more and my whole phase defended
down the pole, my ball filled hand release the middle finger to stimulate
his taint ( yeh, you know Taint ass Taint ball - right in between). That
made his cock jump and it seemed to thicken as well if that was possible.
I was such a good cocksucker I thought as I continued to blow the heck
out of my, I hoped to be, teammate.


Lips locked firmly around that delicious prickcicle I jerked him off with
my mouth. Pulling back to the tip but not letting it go. Intense tongue
works and then slowly pushing myself as far down on him as possible. I
felt him in my throat and I like it, holding it in the depth and flexing
my throat muscles on it until breathing became a necessity. Back to the
top, take in air, suck it to the base, stretch the sack, roll his balls
in my hand and massage the taint. I tried to go at it slowly to make it
last but sadly I was so eager and needy for some cock and cum it happened
too fast.


I felt a swelling then a pulse and an 'Oh my gosh" yelled from Greg. It
felt as if a small marble exited his nuts and raced up under the skin of
his tool before gushing as slippery goodness into my waiting mouth. So
much! Oh mY! Again, another huge blast. My throat was full and it was
swallow or die. My brief disappointment of not having a moment of
enjoyment from those loads was lessened soon by three more less intense
fill ups.


I rolled that clumpy and slippery white sauce around his cock with very
happy tongue letting some slide down to my gullet but leaving enough to
taste fully.

I pulled back to leave more cum space as it where placing the tip of my
tongue right on Greg's peehole just as another, slower but thicker it
seemed, stream arrived. I took his cock out of my mouth to admire it
while feasting on his man goo. Another, weaker, shot landed right on my
lips so I kept them firmly closed and massaged his spongey head with all
of that nice lubrication.


Licking away any lost sperm his glorious cock got a final feel and his
tight nuts a finishing grope. Greg was still moaning in an exhausted
state and I was marveling at the fact that I had shot my own huge shots
of spooge onto his thigh just from sucking his cock.  I slid way down and
slurped up my own deposit. Man I love the taste and texture of cum.


"That was the most amazing thing ever! Bry you are one incredible guy and
a great cocksucker. I mean that in a good way. You know the cocksucker
part. You even hung in there for the finale and took all the jizz I could
generate plus your own as well. Wow!"


"You must be the right bait if I were a fish i guess. It was strange.
Once I started I could not stop as it all felt so good in my mouth. Never
thought that I would be so into this or very good at it." (I lied as I
have known all of that since Paul's face fuckings of my past.)


"Guess there is little need to clean up. You already took care of it.
Thank you. I thing you may be swim team material for sure. I hope you can
actually swim in a pool but it looks like you have the strokes mastered
in the sack."


With Greg remaining on his back and I rolling onto mine we killed the
lights and found a deep sleep quickly. My dreams were almost as good as
my reality that night.


Straddled in the night. Spooned in the morning. Stay tuned swim fans.


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