Private Lessons
A fictional story by

Xerxes

Note: All characters are fictional. This is not my life story, nor is it anybody else's. Although, certain characteristics and personalities are based on people that I once knew, some well, some not so well. If you like my stories, drop me a line at "Xerxes_Nimrod (at) mail (dot) com". All letters will be answered, all flames deleted, and all spam ignored.  If people like my writing, I will continue. If not, then I won't .

A couple days later, I arrive for Philip's lesson, and find him already there, nervously pacing at the entrance. "Good morning", I say, surprising him as I fumble for the keys in my pocket. Philip turns around, smiling broadly, and says, "Yes, it is, isn't it?" I open the door and turn on the lights. Philip comes in behind me.

We head down the stairs to the pool area, Philip unbuttoning his shirt as we walk. He finishes unbuttoning it before we reach the bottom of the stairs, and as we walk towards the locker room door, he unclasps his belt and unbuttons the waistband of his shorts. "You seem eager to get undressed", I say to him, as we enter the locker room. As soon as the door closes, he quickly kicks off his sneakers, shimmies out of both his shorts and underwear, and is standing there, naked except for his socks, and fully erect. Uncharacteristically, he drops his clothes on the floor, then walks up to the bench, where I have sat down.

"I've been going nearly crazy waiting to see you again", he tells me as he approaches me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I put my hands on his bare waist, then look at his rigid penis. I notice that it's really quite veiny for a boy's dick, and, apart from the relative scarcity of pubic hair, it's really a man-sized unit. I press my thumb down on the tip of his rigid pole, then slide my finger off, letting it spring upward.

"I can see that you're excited", I tell him, as I gently fondle his smooth balls, admiring the boyish blond peach-fuzz on his scrotum. Looking up at his smiling face, I continue, saying, "You know, I hope I'm not making you do anything you're uncomfortable with. If....if there's anything we do that makes you...umm....scared or uncomfortable, ummm....all you gotta do is tell me to stop, OK?"

Phillip looks at me, not knowing what to say, until he blurts out, "Why would I want you to stop?" He chuckles, then continues, "I....I've known what the words 'queer' and 'fag' mean, and I've known for some time that I'm one of them. I've also known that, yeah, there are others like me, but it's just a matter of finding them without getting my ass whipped. I'm glad that I met you, an', even though I'm young, I really, really want to learn from you."

"Well, I'm glad you like what we do together, Phillip. I enjoy it too", I tell him. Phillip then reaches for my shirt, and starts unbuttoning it. "So,um.....", he says, as he works down towards my belt, "you....wanna....you know?" He leans forward, and rubs the glans of his penis against the skin of my chest. I remove my shirt, and Phillip puts his hand on my chest, feeling my sparse chest hair. "I wonder when I'll get some chest hair?", he asks. "Well, Phillip", I respond, "considering how big a wiener you already have, I'd bet that in a year or 2, you'll have some nice hairs on your chest."

 I unclasp my belt, unbutton the waistband of my shorts, and, gently pushing Phillip back a foot, stand up and pull my shorts off. My penis, already quite engorged, immediately springs upward. Phillip grasps my rigid shaft with his fingers. I put my hand on his blond head, and say, "Wait, buddy, let's have our lesson first. You need to learn to keep that boner of yours under control, so let's do some swimming before we play around with each other's junk."

We shower together, then go out to the pool and both jump into the shallow end. We have our lesson, and I make certain that there are no erotic distractions during the hour, and Phillip makes very good progress. Afterward, though, we spend a little time exploring each other's bodies, making each other hard, and sucking each other's penises.

Phillip allows me to lather his entire body with soap. He turns his back to me, and I decide to slide my body up against his, with my now fully erect penis resting between his butt cheeks, pointing upward. I reach around his front, and slide my fist up and down his rigid, soapy pole, while stroking his smooth balls with the other. As I do so, I slide my penis up and down against his firm buttocks. Phillip moans softly, "Wow, that feels nice..", as I feel his body relax in my arms. After a few minutes of this, I can't hold on any longer, and my dick erupts, spraying thick gobs of semen between Phillip's back and my stomach.

Releasing my grip on Phillip's body, he turns around, wraps his fingers around my deflating penis, and squeezes out the last drops. "I liked that", Phillips says to me, and I add, "Yeah, that was nice, but now I've got to clean the cum off your backside." Phillip leads me under the spray from the shower head, and we wash off together. "Hey, buddy, we've got to get dressed before they open up here", I tell him, adding that I would be lifeguarding the open swim period next.

Just about the time Phillip and I both are fully dressed, I hear the door upstairs opening, followed by the excited voices of a few boys, then hear their footsteps as they descend the stairs to the locker room. A second later, 4 boys all around the ages of 10-12 burst into the room, all wearing t-shirts, shorts, and Converses. Two of the boys have brown hair, one is a dirty-blond, and one has red hair and freckles: Colin, the boy of Phillip's desire.

As is usually the fashion for open swim, the boys all manage to shuck their clothing off in nearly no time at all, throw them into one of the storage baskets, and head straight to the warm showers, waiting for me to open the door. Colin, once completely undressed, sees Phillip, and walk over to him. "Hey", he says to Phillip, adding, "You live on the floor below me, an' go to my school, don'tcha?" Phillip nervously responds, "Um...yeah, I do.......my name's Phillip", he replies, extending his hand in friendship, and trying very hard to NOT stare at Colin's long, uncut penis. Colin shakes Phillips hand, and says, "Hey, maybe you can come up an' visit sometime?" Phillip, replies, "Sh..sure...umm.....which apartment do you live in?"

Colin strokes his dick casually, which has become slightly more rigid, then replies, "You live in 308, right? I live in 415. Stop by sometime." Just about them, one of the boys in the shower calls Colin's name. Colin says, "Well, gotta go-see ya!", then turns around and jogs to the shower. Phillip watches Colin's white buttocks as he runs away. I can see a definite erection under his shorts. Phillip looks up at me, smiling and speechless.