Message-ID: <181303Z13051994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.masturbation From: an97235@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.masturbation Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an97235@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 13 May 1994 18:03:19 UTC Subject: Boy diver Lines: 106 I first met Peter at the scuba club which we both attended and which I had recently joined having just moved into the area. It was in the changing rooms and he was coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist. A honey blonde BOY, he looked very sexy with a swimmer's body and his chest was well muscled. At the time, looking at his body, I thought he was nearly 15 years old which was only just within my preferred age group since I like them a little bit younger, and a bit more innocent than that. But his face looked younger than his body and with a snub nose, freckles and his mop of tousled blonde hair now wet and mussed up from the shower, he gave off that air of innocence tinged with growing awareness that I always find tugs straight at my heart and my groin. I tried to get a look at him naked when he dried himself and got dressed but he was a bit away from me and the clothes racks got in the way. That weekend the club went to the coast to dive. We were staying at a campsite near the dive site. 6 of us shared one big tent and I managed to make sure that my bed was next to Peter's. The next morning, I heard him about to get up but pretended to be asleep. He got out of bed wearing only pyjama trousers and he took them off facing towards me. His cock was quite swollen and quite long and starting to go stiff. It was about 11 cms long. He stood there scratching his balls and rubbing his foreskin slightly over his knob. His foreskin was the sort that only just covered the whole of his knob; but this morning with his partial early-morning erection his foreskin only reached to half-way up his knob, so that the end stuck out, smooth and shiny and, that morning, slightly sticky with a hint of what might have been pre-cum. He stood like this for about a minute slowly and gently pulling his foreskin up and down his cock but never quite exposing the rim of the head to my lustful gaze. Then he slowly pulled on his underpants; but so slowly as if he knew I was watching and wanted to give me a show. Then when his underpants were on he reached inside them and had a good fondle, stood for a few moments which allowed me to admire the bulge that his cock and balls made and then he quickly got dressed and went outside. I saw him about over the rest of the weekend but not naked. But I still enjoyed looking at his body and in particular his stomach, chest and legs as he walked around in swimming trunks waiting to get in the water. Smooth and well made with good muscles but not over too much. Every evening we all sat around drinking beer and talking and I got to know Peter a bit better. It turned out that his fourteenth birthday was 3 months away. He had two very much younger brothers who kept his mother busy and his father often worked at weekends so it was not always easy for him to get to the club or to go on trips to the coast for a dive. I told him that I was happy to give him a lift if he wanted it, since I lived very close to his house. The club was going for a week's diving later that month at a dive site about 600 kilometres away and I had decided to borrow a caravan and stop half way there so as not to get there too tired. Peter rang me a few days before and asked me for a lift! On the Friday afternoon we set off and drove until about 7 o'clock when we found a campsite. It had been a hot day so I suggested to Peter that a hot shower would be the best thing before we cooked any food. I suggested that the shower was big enough for both of us to share and he agreed. So I got a token and we undressed and went into the shower. His cock was not aroused and his foreskin just covered the whole of his knob. We started to wash ourselves; and then I offered to wash his back for him. He said he'd like that but he'd wash mine first. He washed my back but was in a bit of a rush; so when it was my turn to wash his back I thought I'd show how it could be done and see how he would react and if the impression I'd had in the tent that he could be willing for some fun was correct. I got some soap and slowly started to wash his back. I took a lot of time over his shoulders and neck before starting to work my way down his back. . I noticed that his cock had started to swell a bit and the knob was more visible as it grew and pulled the foreskin back. When I got to his bum I allowed my thumbs to get between his cheeks as if partly by accident and as if partly because it was the OK thing for me to wash him there; but I made sure that his arse-hole was well-washed . His cock got a little bit fuller and bigger as I washed him carefully. Then I moved my hands to the top of his thighs and washed the backs and the outside of his legs down to his feet. They were so smooth and firm to my touch and my face, as I bent down, was level with his perfect bum and my nose was almost touching it. I thought of the delightful sight I would have if I pulled his cheeks apart and exposed his arsehole to my eyes and fingers and tongue. How it would look all rosy and slightly puckered. Then I started back up his legs but this time with my thumbs along the inside: up over the slim but well-defined calves and then the back of his knees and then his thighs which I washed with great care and slowness, right to the top. I moved my hands to his side of his chest and ran them down his body. When I got to his hips I ran my hands round to the front so that the finger tips almost met and pushed on down until they met his cock. Down and down I went, still pretending that all I was doing was washing him although he must have had a fair idea what was going through my mind (but it had not got to the point where I could not tell him that he was making a mistake. He was starting to get quite stiff (stiffer than he'd been in the tent) but the shower was too small and there were other people outside; and I had better ideas for that evening. I suggested we got out and went back to the caravan for a meal. I went out first and did my best to conceal my raging erection........... 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