Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2024 15:55:54 +0000 From: pawprints67 Subject: AFTER THE SWIM chapter 2, Adult/Youth category This story depicts sexual activities between an adult male and a younger male. If you are under 18, please close this window now. This a work of fiction intended solely for entertainment. If you would like to chat or comment please contact me at pawprints67@protonmail.com. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/ AFTER THE SWIM, part II I had been the caretaker for the family for a number of years now and my encounters in the Beach Club bath houses had been many, first with the boy's older brother, and now with the boy, both of whom eagerly accepted my slow advances and sexual guidance (some would call it grooming) over those years. With both boys, things had started in the fairly similar manner of getting them to feel comfortable being naked around me, letting me watch them in the shower, then having them get used to me being naked with them while showering, noting their curiosity at seeing my fully grown adult cock. Then the slow suggestion that I could help them to clean the sand and salt water from their bodies, eventually leading to the exploration of their tiny pricks and balls, first with a simple brush of a finger tip or the back of my hand, followed by the space between their ass cheeks. For both boys, I relished at how quickly my soapy touch coaxed them to full arousal. I remember so vividly the first time my slippery fingers gave each of the boys their first orgasm, their thin, wet bodies convulsing and spasming in the shower, and how they looked at me in anticipation in subsequent days with the hope that I would give them that pleasure again. Then there was the moment for each of them when I brought them to the edge and then whispered to them that I could make them feel so much better if they were to follow me back to the bath house, whereupon my lips, mouth and tongue brought the boys an even more intense pleasure. It took nearly half of the summer for the routine to build to this point. And now, just as had happened with his older brother, the boy's curiosity got the better of him and I found myself standing naked in front of him, the taste of his young boy cum still on my tongue, my fully engorged cock being gripped by the boy's hand and his gentle eyes looking at me, letting me know he was ready for what was next. "I think I'm ready," he said. "You know, for the next part." The boy smiled at me, squeezing my cock ever so gently, sending a shiver through my body that ran from my bare toes to the top of my damp head. "Do you think I'm ready?" With that question, my cock grew ever slightly bigger in the boy's grip and I said, "Yes... Yes, I do think you are ready." The boy smiled more broadly and he gently squeezed my prick once again. "But do you know what the next part is?" I asked him. "Um... I think so?" he replied. "What my brother said--" he began, and then caught himself. I wasn't aware that the two boys had spoken about me and what happened in the bath house, but it made me even more excited knowing they had discussed my pleasuring of them. "So, you spoke with your brother, huh?" I asked. "Is that OK?" he replied. "Yes, that's OK," I answered. "But ONLY your brother, right? Nobody else?" I had instructed his brother over the years that what we did in the shower and the bath house needed to remain our secret if he wanted it to continue. "Nobody else," he replied. "I promise, only my brother." "And you know how important it is that you don't tell anyone else, right?" I asked. "Yes, I know it," he said. "What I do makes you feel good, doesn't it?" I questioned once again. "Because that would have to stop if talked to anyone else about it." "Yes, I know," he said once again. "I would never tell anyone. But I want to try and make you feel good too." He looked up at me with those innocent eyes and my cock surged once again in his hand. "You are already making me feel good," I leaned in and whispered to him, slowly bucking my hips forward to glide my cock through his soft curled fingers. There was no way I would last long under the boy's touch, just like with his brother before him. "Why don't you show me what your brother told you to do?" At this, the boy released my cock, reaching behind him for a small tube of aloe lotion that we kept in the bath house. He opened the top and squeezed out a dollop onto his palm. Then, placing the tube to his side, he reached for my cock once again. He moved his palm up the base of my prick, from my balls to the head and spread the aloe on me. I sucked in a quick breath through my teeth at the pleasure he was already bringing to me. His hand curled around my cock once again then and he began to slowly stroke me up and down and up and down again. With each gentle stroke, I could feel the pleasure spasming within me, my anus puckering and releasing and my cock growing even more turgid. The boy then slipped his other hand underneath my balls, cupping them and tugging them and kneading them in his tiny fingers. I gasped once again, trying to last as long as I could under his touch, but I knew I wasn't going to control myself much longer. I moved myself closer to the boy, pushing myself between his open legs so that my cock was now very close to his own. The boy's small prick had become erect once again knowing the pleasure he was giving me. I could feel my balls begin to retract in his grip, pushing me one step closer to release. "Is this good?" the boy whispered to me. "So good," I gasped. "So, so, so good." The boy smiled at me and his stroking took on a slightly more urgent rhythm, his fingers gripping me a bit tighter. I was done for... "I'm going to cum now," I said to him. "Just keep stroking me and don't stop until I say so." The boy nodded at me and his pace quickened even more. My balls pulled up tight, my engorged cock grew further still and my orgasm came very powerfully. The first ejaculation was a mere dribble that ran over the boy's fingers, but the flood gates opened then and my next spasm sent a loop of my cum into the air and onto the boy's stomach. The next was as powerful, another arc of my cum shooting upward and falling onto the boy's penis and balls. "Oh!" the boy exclaimed as I gasped for air. Another fountain of cum sprayed the boy's lower stomach as my body continued to convulse. The boy kept up his strokes, as instructed, and a fifth ejaculation spilled out and over his hand again, mixing with the lubricating aloe and heightening the intense feeling on my cock even more. The boy continued stroking, coaxing a small sixth ejaculation from me followed by several orgasmic spasms that weakened my knees. I leaned forward and braced myself on my arms and the boy stroked me still, the pleasure nearly overwhelming me. "Ok," I gasped. "Ok. Stop. You can stop now" I continued. The boy's action slowed and he pulled his hands away from my spent cock and empty balls. I stood there for a moment, leaning on my arms, my body between the boy's knees as my cock started to come down. I tipped the boy's chin with my hand and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. "Was that OK?" he asked, his eyes wide and his eyebrows arched. "Yes, that was definitely OK," I said. "More than OK. That was really amazing." The boy smiled at me, pleased with himself. I reached for my damp folded towel on the chest next to him. "Let's get you cleaned up" I said and I began to wipe my cum off of the boy's stomach, penis and balls, his cock standing at full attention the entire time. I took the boy's prick in my hand again and said, "Hold that thought until tomorrow, ok? I will be sure and take good care of you then." "And I can take care of you, too!" the boy replied. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.