Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:26:10 -0800 (PST) From: s s Subject: Stranger at the Swim Meet This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and an older man. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. My name is Ben, right now I'm 21 and a senior in college, but I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past at my experiences growing up... From fourth grade all through high school, I was on the swim team. Not only was it good exercise, I just loved the feeling of cutting through the water and feeling it rush over my skin. Not to mention I got to hang out with a bunch of guys in speedos. Not that I was ever very attracted to the other boys on the swim team -- the coach wasn't bad, though. Unfortunately I think he was totally straight, but that's ok, he was still eye-candy during practice and I jacked off thinking about him afterwards more than once. Even though I was always on the hunt for more and more cock, which cut into my practice time a little, I was always good at breast stroke (ironic) and free relay, which were the two events I had a pretty good chance at beating everyone else at. Winning was great, but my best experience of being on the swim team happened at a meet when I was 13. The meet took place on a beautiful summer day out at a school in Brooklyn, pretty close to Coney Island. So, instead of taking the bus back to Manhattan with the rest of the team, my parents (who always let me do pretty much whatever I wanted, and never came to the meets anyway) gave me a note for the coach so I could head straight to the beach. I figured I would lie on the sand and check out all the guys, maybe even get lucky. It turned out that I didn't have to wait that long -- I didn't even make it to the beach. Luckily it was already mid summer and I already had a deep golden tan, or else it would have been pretty obvious that I hadn't been lying on the beach. It was one of those swim meets that seemed to go on forever. My races were some of the first ones of the day (2nd place for the 100 breast stroke, but I was feeling lazy), so after that I was really just sitting around people watching. Well, more like trying to figure out if any of the swim dads there looked like they were enjoying all of the teenage flesh on display. You can hope, right? At the end of the meet, I quickly pulled some shorts over my swimsuit and threw on a teeshirt. I had grabbed my bag and was on my way out the locker room door while everyone else was still showering off the chlorine from the pool. I figured I should use the restroom before I beaded to the beach, so I ducked into the boy's room on my way out of the building, which seemed unusually quiet, as schools always do on a Saturday afternoon. I was standing at the urinal when I heard the door open as someone else came in. I'm not sure why or how, but somehow I could feel that excited feeling in the pit of my stomach that I always got when I felt a mans eyes on me. Sure enough, instead of heading to the other row of urinals in the otherwise deserted bathroom, he ended up standing next to me. I took a quick glance at him out of the corner of my eye and felt a stirring as I continued to stand at the urinal. He looked like a perfect typical soccer dad probably in his late thirties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a Saturday stubble on his rugged chin, straight out of like a Dockers ad or something. He looked over at me, too. Quickly, but I sure noticed. I stepped back a little from the urinal, giving my dick a little shake like I was gonna put it back in my swimsuit, but really to give him a better view. He stepped back a little too, dick in his hand. I gave him a little smirk and stood there without doing anything further to put myself away. He glanced around and said, in a low, deep voice "Nice one.". Score! I smiled (innocently enough, but not too innocently) and said, "You too." "Anybody waiting to give you a ride home? Or do you need a lift?". He asked. "Actually, I was gonna just go to the beach and hang out for the rest of the day." "That's one good way to spend the rest of the day. I can think of some others, though..." he winked. "Yeah, I'm not committed to the beach, if something else is gonna come up." I laughed. "Kid, something is definitely coming up.". It was true, I could see that he was starting to get a little hard. So was I. I nodded. "I gotta go kiss my daughter and tell her she did a great job swimming, but my bitch ex-wife has her this weekend. You want to stick around for a little?" "I can do that." "Just to make sure you do, kid... Why don't you let me hold on to your shorts -- you can wait here in your speedo.". He gave me a look that said 'no arguing', so I slipped off my shorts and teeshirt right there in the middle of the school bathroom. "You got a great swimming body, kid.". He tucked my clothes into his backpack. "Now, don't go anywhere!!". He laughed. "I'm gonna go wait in one of the stalls, just in case someone else comes in." I said. "Ok kid, I will be right back. Get ready for me!" I sat in the stall and waited, my erection tenting out the front of my uniform speedo. No one else came in, but I was starting to get a little nervous at the amount of time this guy had been gone. 'If this bastard leaves me here hanging, I'm gonna find his ass and make sure he ends up on the local news as a child molester!' I swore to myself. Just then, I heard the door open and saw his feet in their deck shoes under the door of the stall. I unlatched the door for him and he slipped inside, turning the lock behind him and hanging his backpack on the hook on the back of the door. "You ready to earn your clothes back, kid?" he asked with a grin, unzipping his pants. He dropped his pants and white FTL briefs down around his ankles and sat on the toilet, pushing me down on my bare knees to the cold tile floor. He guided my head to his growing erection and ordered: "Get me hard kid so I can fuck your tight little ass!" That was enough encouragement for me, I got my head right down into his hairy crotch and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth, working on it with my tongue and feeling it swell and harden quickly until I was slobbering away on his rock hard dick. He groaned, trying to muffle the sounds of his enjoyment as I worked on the thick, veiny shaft. "Fuck yeah, kid, I knew you were going to be a hot little cocksucker the minute I saw you! I could tell you were a real little slut, right kid?". I looked up into his eyes and winked, not wanting to take his thick cock out of my mouth. He groaned again and grabbed the back of my head, pressing my lips down to the base of his cock, my nose pressed into his wiry pubic hair. I gagged a little as his cock forced it's way back into my throat, cutting off my air. He was in heaven, now with both hands on the back of my head, pumping it up and down as I gagged and spluttered, spit dripping down his balls and smearing on my face. I was in heaven too, actually, with a big spot of precum soaking through the fabric of my speedo over the head of my cock. I could feel his dick getting even thicker and harder lodged in my throat, and when he released his grip on the back of my head I sat back and gasped for air a little. "You look so cute like that, kid, your lips are all red and swollen, and your face is all smeared with spit. Look at how hard your little dick is. You love this, don't you?" "Hell yeah!" I answered, and he chuckled. "Ready for round two?" he asked. I nodded and he stood up and lifted me to my feet, spreading my legs and bending me over the toilet so my speedo-clad butt was sticking up in the air. He slapped my ass and then pulled my speedo down so it was bunched up right under the cheeks of my bubble butt. "Oh man, you are so smooth and sweet looking, kid!". He spanked me again, then grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling the cheeks apart and gazing at my tight, hairless hole. I heard him clear his throat and spit, the wad of saliva hit my butt right between the cheeks and I could feel it moisten my eagerly twitching asshole and dribble down my smooth balls. He rubbed his soda-can thick dick up and down the crevasse between my ass cheeks, teasing me with the swollen head nudging against my tight little hole. "Are you sure you want it kid? Think you can handle it?" he teased. "Yes please! I want to feel your big dick fucking me!" I begged. "Just remember, kid, not too much noise." He slapped my ass again. "Right kid, beg for it like a little slut. Who else but a dirty little slut gets fucked by strange men in the school bathroom?" "That's right, I'm a dirty little slut alright, and I want you to fuck me like one." "You asked for it, kid! I was gonna go easy on you at first, but fuck that! Since you begged for it so nicely..." he laughed as he lined the tip of his cock with my horny asshole and grabbed my hips tightly. He relentlessly pulled me back towards him, and I could feel the head of his thick cock forcing it's way into my tight little ass, stretching my hole to accommodate it's girth. I groaned slightly, biting my lip to keep from crying out. "Fuck yeah kid, you like that big dick opening up your ass, don't you slut?" "Yeah..." I gasped as he pulled me back further and the lips of my ass tightened around the shaft of his dock below the head, which was lodged firmly in me, stretching me open for the rest of him. That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling me back and slamming his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt inside of me, his big, hairy set of balls slapping against my smooth ones. As much as I tried, I couldn't quite muffle my groans of mixed pain and enjoyment. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so I was standing upright with his dick still buried deep inside of me. He wrapped one of his strong, muscular arms around my waist and clapped his other hand across my face, stifling the noises I was making. "I told you to keep quiet, didn't I, slut?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded my head. "Don't worry kid, I can tell how much you like this big dick in you. Your ass is squeezing me tighter than any cunt." He pulled back until just the head remained in me, then slammed all the way in again. He started fucking me at a wild pace, slamming into me with each thrust until it felt like my legs were going to give way under my own weight. My dick was hard as a rock too, and each of his thrusts was slamming right into my prostate, making it jump and leak a huge amount of precum. When he reached down and grabbed my balls in his big hand, I totally lost it and my whole body jerked as I started to cum. My asshole must have been squeezing and milking his dick, too, cause I could feel his thrusts speed up and it felt like his cock got a lot harder. He whispered in my ear again "You ready for my load kid?". "Fuck yeah, give it to me. I want you to fill me up with your cum." I begged. "You asked for it, slut. Fuck yeah, here it comes!!" He tightened his grip around my waist and I could feel him shooting deep inside me as he held me against him until he had finished. He gently released me and stepped back, pulling his still hard cock out of my well-fucked asshole. He then pushed me down to my knees on the floor again, making me kneel in the puddle of cum that I had shot onto the cold tiles. "Now, clean me up like a good little slut, kid." He presented me with his cock, slimy with cum fresh from my own ass, and I willingly opened my mouth and sucked it clean, savoring the taste as it finally began to go soft. "Kid, you were amazing. I guess I will give you your clothes back." he laughed. So did I as I pulled up my speedos and felt them stick to my ass, which was starting to drip his load of cum down my legs. He dropped my shorts and teeshirt on the floor and left as I was starting to get dressed. By the time I walked out of the bathroom through the deserted school, there was no sign of him. I had a huge smile on my face, and it wasn't because of almost winning at the swim meet.