Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 19:59:27 +0100 From: Noah17 Subject: Showerboy Shower Boy 1 I was seventeen, and loved swimming in the school pool far more than sitting in the stuffy classroom trying to concentrate on my academic studies. Being half Spanish, I have dark brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin which tans easily, and at school I resented every minute of tanning time lost while I tried to master subjects I had no interest in whatsover. It was June, and hot. I decided not to go to the maths class, but went instead to the swimming pool; the maths teacher wouldn't miss me - I wasn't exactly a star pupil. It was the day that the younger boys had their swimming lessons. They all wore the skimpiest speedos, which they were made to wear by the swimming master, a 22 year-old guy just out of college, Robin, who obviously loved to see young boys swan around showing their cute bums off in those silky swimming costumes; he made them stand on the side of the pool for what seemed to me like hours, telling them how many lengths they had to swim, and what kind of strokes they had to use. Robin didn't mind me joining in his swimming class with the other boys; while he taught them, I swam up and down, or sunbathed at the edge of the pool; I think he also enjoyed the sun, as he always wore skimpy, skintight, silky white shorts, and nothing underneath. When they got splashed with water by the boys, you could see a really cute cock underneath, which always seemed to be pressing hard on the material; I imagined that he was constantly horny, turned on by us boys as well as by his own beauty. At the last ten minutes of Robin's class, there was a free swim. I then swam together with these young boys, playing games with them in the pool, swimming under their legs just high enough to rub their testicles with my back as I swam beneath them. Their balls felt so tight underneath the silky material. Some of them had hair on the legs, but many still had the satin skin of younger boys. Occasionally a boy would swim under my legs and pretend to be trapped, and reach out to grab the top of my legs, or even my bum, then splutter up to the surface of the pool, and never mention what had happened, but blush when I looked at him. At the end of the swimming class, there was another boy, Michael, who always looked at my bum when he thought I wasn't looking. "Nice speedos," he said to me that hot June day; I was wearing very skimpy speedos made from a shear yellow nylon fabric. The material was so thin that you could see my pubic hair through them, and a little pre-cum. "I like your speedos as well," I said to him and he blushed. He was adorable. He too had olive skin and black hair - he was half French I think. His bum looked really cute in his tight blue speedos. His voice always started at a low sexy pitch and ended with a squeak - it was just breaking. The other boys would tease him because he got erections when he was with them, and tried to hide it under the towel. "I bet he fancies me," Vernon said, a tall, tanned, atheletic boy. "No, he gets hard when he sees me," retorted Steven, a boy of average size, who always wore the cutest speedos, and had a beautiful round bum, and a fairly athletic build. "Don't take any notice of them," I whispered to Michael, "they're only jealous." We sat on the grass a while, waiting for the other boys to leave, and most of them did, apart from Vernon, Steven and two others. They came round to both of us and shouted to us 'Gay boys!' and 'Put your hand on Noah's cock, Michael darling!' And they pushed us togther. Our cocks touched through the thin material of our speedos. Both his cock and mine were really hard. We pretended to hate every moment, but I could sense the waves of pleasure shooting through Michael's body. "Gay boy!" one very handsome blond boy, Jeremy, shouted, "touch his silky tanned thigh." And this handsome lad forced my hand on Michael's hairless, taught thigh, which didn't feel so silky at the moment as he was still cold from the pool, and had goose bumps on it. "Gay boy!" continued the blond Adonis, "Now kiss your boyfriend." and he forced our lips together. As the other three boys forced my lips against Michael's, Michael sighed. His lips were cool from having just been in the pool, and he kept his mouth firmly closed. But he was breathing deeply and sighing. I could feel his cock pulsing against mine with hot, young desire. I took the plunge and began massaging Michael's firm youthful buttocks with my hands. He squirmed a little, taken aback by my initiative I think. I spoke softly; "Are you OK?" "Yeah!" he gasped The other boys stopped teasing us, but giggled like girls; they couldn't believe what they were seeing! Michael's hand reached round to touch my bum. "I really like the look of your crack through your wet yellow speedos" he said as he softly massaged my cheeks. "I've been dying to stroke your bum since I first saw young wearing those really tight white cotton shorts a year or so ago." I heard a slight moaning to my right. I looked and saw the blond Adonis, stroking his own cock through a tight pair of nylon shorts, transparent because wet. The other boys looked at him, and stopped sniggering completely. They all secretly loved Jeremy, and if he approved of Michael and I, they would agree with whatever he felt. "Let's have a shower!" said Jeremy to us all "Yes, let's!" I answered. And we ran to the shower block, our cocks hard and our entire young bodies tingling with anticipation.