Date: Sun, 31 May 2020 15:06:26 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: Swimming Boys PART 2 SWIMMING BOYS I had a huge response to my requests last time – thanks to all for getting in touch. The vote was largely inconclusive but Oscar just pipped it! He's featured in this part of the story. There was enough support for the other two boys for me to decide to feature all three eventually. It'll take time to write, so please be patient. There were some great suggestions too! I will endeavour to work some of them into future instalments. PART TWO TUESDAY The week dragged by slowly. I still hadn't found employment and spent most of the time sitting around watching TV. On the plus side, I had managed to find myself a small flat at a reasonable rent. My sister had offered to put me up for as long as necessary but I didn't want to impose on her indefinitely. Besides, a place of my own would allow me to come and go as I pleased and have somewhere to myself – essential if, as I hoped, I was going to have boys visiting. My mind frequently turned to the three boys and, I have to admit, they fuelled frequent masturbatory fantasies. I didn't spend all my time watching TV and wanking however. I did take the coaching of the kids seriously and did a little homework so that their training would be as good as I could make it. Finally, Tuesday came and I took the bus to the leisure centre in good time to meet the kids. Miss Stevenson, their teacher, arrived first and we met up in the lobby. She greeted me with a smile, "Hi, Mr Buxton how's things?" "Great," I replied, "And you can call me Will rather than Mr Buxton!" "Okay, er, Will," she giggled. "The kids are on their way. They have to walk from school but I get the luxury of driving here." "Teacher's perks," I joked. We had texted one another during the week with ideas about coaching the kids. I was eager to continue last week's arrangement where I concentrated on the boys alone. She was fine with that, at least for the time being, and clearly thought I was capable. The two girls arrived first. "Cool tracksuit, Mr Buxton," said one. "Thanks," I replied, "I thought I should at least look the part." Eager to start they hurried off to the changing rooms. "I'll meet you inside," said Miss Stevenson, "I'm sure the boys will be along soon." I didn't have to wait long. Oscar charged up to me breathless with Josh hot on his heels. "I won!" he taunted. "Hello, sir!" "Hello, lads," I said, smiling (I must confess that being called 'sir' gave me a little thrill). I looked around for the other youngster. "Where's Lucas?" I asked. "He can't come tonight, sir," explained Josh, "He's got to revise for a test tomorrow." I was disappointed that I wasn't going to see the fit 15-year-old but at least I was going to spend the next hour with these two cuties! "Right, you two," I said, "Get changed pronto, we've got some tough training ahead. Two minutes...go!" They scampered off and I made my way through the entrance to the poolside. A few minutes later we all gathered together. It was difficult not to admire the beauty of the two young boys and I had to make an effort not to seem too obvious with my stares. "We're going to start with twenty lengths," Miss Stevenson said. The four kids climbed into the water. The pool was heated but I noticed how the boys caught their breath as they encountered the colder water. I pictured their little nuts, pulling up tight with the surprise. "Let's make these count," I said, "No gentle splashing about. I want to see you driving forward all the time." "Okay," said Miss Stevenson, setting her stopwatch, off you go. They were all certainly talented swimmers and the laps were quickly counting down. Oscar was clearly ahead, his slender body cutting through the water like a dolphin. Once finished, we gave them a moment to catch their breath before continuing. "Right, boys," I ordered, "Out you get. We're going to spend a bit of time on starts." Miss Stevenson took her girls to the far side of the pool to coach them separately. I watched as Oscar and Josh climbed up the ladder out of the water. Josh was wearing patterned speedos in orange and black. Oscar's were more of a trunk, pale blue with a white stripe. Perhaps not as alluring as a pair of speedos, they still hugged him closely and followed the curve of his cute rear. There's a delightful moment as a body leaves the water when swimwear clings to even the tiniest contours. I could clearly see the outline of their pricklets as their smooth legs clambered out. Oscar did that thing where boys readjust themselves, briefly tugging at the hem to get comfortable. Josh's tiny cock didn't appear to need any rearrangement, the petite nub sitting proudly above the roundness of his little balls. I made them practice starting races, emphasizing that the result of a race could hinge on getting a good start. "Keep a straight line," I instructed, "Imagine your fingertips are making a hole in the water that your whole body is going through." The coaching continued and, all too soon, our hour was up. The kids went to get changed while I spoke to Miss Stevenson. She spotted a swimming cap. "Now who's left that behind?" she said. "Oh, that's Oscar's." Then, without giving it much thought, I added, "I'll take it through to him." "Okay, Will," she said, "Well I must be getting off. See you next time." I mentioned before that we had special permission to use the pool and were the only people there during the hour. As I approached the boys' changing room my heart was in my mouth. Would I catch them naked? Oh, wouldn't that be a nice bonus! I didn't see them at first but could hear their voices. "You'll get some soon," said Oscar. "I can't wait! When did you get yours? " asked Josh. I stood very still, eavesdropping from around the corner to their chatter. It was obvious they were discussing pubes. "A few months back" said Oscar, "Everyone gets them sooner or later." "Is that why you've only got a few?" said the younger boy. "Yeah, but they seem to get more every week." "You'll soon have loads like Lucas has got!" "You perv!" Oscar joked, "Why have you been looking at him?" "Well he doesn't make much effort to hide them, does he?" "Yeah, he likes to show off his big dick!" "And he likes to check us out while he's standing there waggling it around!" Josh laughed. "Really?" "Haven't you noticed? If anyone's the perv it's Lucas!" I wanted to hear more of this conversation but I was more eager to catch the two of them naked. I pushed the door closed, to give the impression I had just arrived, and walked in on them. Josh was sitting on a bench completely naked, one leg drawn up as he pulled a sock on. He made no effort to hide his milky-white nakedness unlike Oscar, who hurriedly covered himself with a towel. I was treated to a quick flash of his perky bum, though. It's delicate, pale skin contrasted with the rest of his young slim body. "You forgot this," I said, handing him the swimming cap. "Oh, thanks, sir," he replied, struggling to reach for them whilst trying to hold his towel up. I kept the conversation going in the hope that I might see a little more of him as he dressed. We chatted a little about school and then swimming. "Do you go swimming very much/" I asked them. "Only at school," Oscar replied, "And this session, of course." "Same," Josh added. "Well, you really ought to be doing it more regularly," I said, "That's if you're hoping to swim at county level." "Yes, I s'pose we should really," said Josh. "What about the weekend? Do you ever swim then?" "Sometimes," Oscar said. "Um, why not come on Saturday morning?" I tentatively suggested, "If you get here early there's hardly anyone here. We could do some more training together if you like." "Sorry, I can't," said Josh, "We're away this weekend at a wedding." I turned to the other boy, "What about you, Oscar?" He was still stubbornly concealing himself with the towel whilst awkwardly dressing. Damn, I wasn't going to get to see him naked! "I'm not sure I can, sir." "Oh, go on, I know how you teenagers like to lie in bed on a Saturday morning," I teased, imagining him not having to get up for school and no doubt having a leisurely wank instead. "Okay," he agreed at last. "Nine o'clock?" I suggested. "Fine." The boys were nearly dressed by now and it was time to go. "See you Saturday, Oscar, don't be late! I smiled, leaving them tying their laces. As I travelled back on the bus I considered what I had discovered that afternoon. Josh was completely hairless with a cute, little boycock. He had also been checking out the other boys and was clearly jealous of their pubes. He's also noticed how Lucas seems interested in younger boys. Oscar, on the other hand, must have a few wispy hairs although he was rather embarrassed to let me see them. Hopefully, I would make some progress when I had him to myself in a few days time. * * * * * * * * * * SATURDAY I was up early on the Saturday morning after a fitful sleep with boys on my mind. Packing my swimwear and towel in a bag I left my flat, catching the bus far too early and arriving at the leisure centre with half-an-hour to spare. I found a bench near the entrance and sat down to wait for Oscar. The time lingered on and the closer it got to nine o'clock the more I began to worry. Would Oscar even show up? If he did, how would things work out. Suddenly, there he was. "Hi, sir!" he called, "I bet you thought I wasn't coming, didn't you?" "No, I knew you'd be here," I replied, trying not to look too relieved that he had come after all. "Let's go in, I'll pay." I paid and we went inside. I followed him to the changing rooms. "Are you gonna swim too?" he asked. "Of course," I replied, "Why shouldn't I? We can still do some training even if I'm not standing on the side." He accepted that easily enough and I followed him into the changing area. There were no cubicles, just a simple arrangement of lockers and benches. The swimming pool had only opened at nine and the only other swimmer was an elderly gentleman who was obviously a regular visitor. He was already changed and nodded a 'good morning' as he headed into the pool. I decided to change next to Oscar, not too close that it felt odd but close enough that I could watch him undress from the corner of my eye. As he removed his jeans he turned away from me, stepping out of his briefs and lifting each leg in turn. I caught a momentary glimpse of his young balls dangling free. I was sorely tempted to slip a hand between his thighs from behind and tug on his young nuts but, in next to no time, he had pulled his trunks on. I say trunks but they really were the skimpiest pair of speedos I had ever seen. "Interesting choice of swimwear!" I said as we set off to the pool. "They're an old pair," he explained, "I couldn't find my others." "Thank goodness for that!" I thought, admiring them covertly, then I said, "They must be about three sizes too small, I reckon!" "Well, they are a bit tight, that's for sure," he said, adjusting them. I tried to make my next comment sound jokey, "They don't really cover you very much, do they?" He stopped and turned facing me, hands on his hips."I don't care, if people wanna look they can look!" Was he flirting with me? He'd been so shy before and now, all of a sudden, he was almost teasing me. "And who do you think might want to look?" I cautiously inquired. "Oh, I dunno, maybe girls," he said, "Or dirty old men!" I laughed it off. "You mean like the old bloke over there?" "Perhaps," Oscar giggled, "Or even someone like you!" Before I could respond. he had dived into the water. I followed him in and we were soon swimming lengths energetically. I didn't spend too much time with coaching, choosing instead to just enjoy myself sharing the pool with this gorgeous boy. After an hour or so we'd had enough and it was time to get out. As we showered together I returned to discussing his swimwear. " I bet you wouldn't dare wear those tiny speedos at school would you?" "Oh, I would if I could," he replied, "Except the school rules say we have to wear black ones." "Like you wore at the gala?" "Yeah." "It would be too distracting if you wore those," I laughed, pointing at his skimpy attire. "You're very interested in speedos, aren't you?" How was I going to get out of this one?! "Only because I think it's important for a competitive swimmer to wear the right gear," I blustered. We went to get dressed. I summoned up enough courage to stand completely naked in front of him as I dried my hair. I hoped he was looking, I could not have made it more obvious. The thrill of showing off to him even made my prick thicken a little. Unfortunately, he still chose to turn his back as his stepped out of his speedos so I had to make do with another close-up view of his tight, little bottom. "How are you spending the rest of the day?" I asked. "Nothing much." "Playing on the Xbox or whatever?" "I wish," he sighed, "My mum can't afford to get me one." "Oh, that's a shame," I said, "Maybe Santa will bring one for Christmas!" He luaghed at my joke but I could see the disappointment he felt. "Do you want to come to my place for a bit?" I asked, seizing the opportunity, "I've got an Xbox and I'm just dying to try out the new Assassin's Creed game." "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind," he beamed. "You had better let your mum know where you are," I suggested. "Nah, there's no need," he said, "She lets me do as I please." I was a little sorry that the lad didn't seem to have a great home life but,at the same time, pleased that he was easy-going enough to be comfortable with my company. "Come on, then," I said, and we made our way outside. Then I had an idea. "Tell you what, you know how I said the right swimwear is important?" "Yeah." "Well, the sports shop's just around the corner. Why don't you help me choose some new gear for our little team?" "Er, I guess so." "Great!" The shop had a great selection and we began to browse. "What sort are you looking for?" asked Oscar. "Jammers." "Jammers? What are those?" "There are some over there, follow me." "Wow! They're neat!" Oscar said, looking at the swimshorts. "They are," I agreed, "And they help you cut through the water better, too." "How?" "Firstly, they're designed to hug your body closely." "Sounds nice to me!" "And secondly, water moves more easily over fabric than skin." We searched through the different styles and eventually agreed on a design called Jungle Beast. They were black with a snarling tiger on the left thigh. They had a V shape panel on the front, designed to support but also, from my point of view, to accent the bulge nicely. The boys would look fantastic in them! [Look them up if you're interested] "They're very expensive, sir," said Oscar, "Can you afford them?" "It's not too bad," I said, "Anyway, I only need to get some for you, Lucas and Josh." "Cool, let's get them. Have they got the sizes we need?" I picked out two pairs of XS. "These should be fine for you and Josh, "I said, passing them to Oscar. I found a slightly bigger pair which I reckoned would look perfect on Lucas. "Right, let's go and pay," I said. "Can I just check out the trainers first?" "Yes, sure, I'll meet you at the checkout in five minutes, okay?" Left alone I continued my shopping. I decided I would surprise him and buy him some new speedos. Much as I adored the tiny pair he'd worn I wanted to spoil him a little. I quickly settled on a 5cm pair in bright blue. I'd made my purchases by the time Oscar reappeared. It would be a nice surprise for him when we got back to my flat! On the short bus journey to my we chatted more and I found out a little of his background. He lived in a tower block flat in a rather deprived part of the city with his mother. His dad had left not long after Oscar was born. Looking at his clothes I could see they were more bargain basement than designer. For all that, his mother had done her best for him and raised a confident, self-reliant young boy. Once we had arrived at the flat I offered him a drink. He asked for a Coke which I fetched from the kitchen. "Make yourself at home," I said, gesturing towards the sofa. "Where will you sit?" he asked, "You don't seem to have much furniture." He was correct. As I'd only just moved into the flat I'd so far only gathered a few items including the old sofa my sister had given me. "There's room on here for two," I said, planting myself alongside him. We chatted for a while, mostly about swimming. "You're a pretty decent swimmer, you know," I flattered. "Thanks, I guess I've always been quite good." "You have the right build," I added, "Slim and nicely toned." "Ha! It's just my natural talent!" "If you trained hard you could do really well, you know." "I can't wait to try out the new jammers!" he said, "Do you reckon the others will like them?" "I hope they do! They cost me enough!" We both laughed. It was so nice to be with Oscar and he was clearly feeling at ease. "Why don't you try them on now?" I proposed. He seemed a little shocked at the suggestion. "I can't do that here!" "Of course you can," I said, shuffling through the bag and retrieving a pair. I passed them to him, "Here you go, try them on. We need to check they're going to fit." He took them. "Shall I go in another room?" "No, change here, you've already been undressed in front of me twice today so once more makes no difference." "S'pose so," he said, kicking off his trainers and standing up. I watched as he pushed his skinny fit jeans down his slender legs. He stepped out of them, turning away from me as before. As I felt my erection throbbing he hurriedly removed his briefs, revealing his perky rear. I would never get tired of admiring it! Then he began to pull the jammers on. "They're so tight," he said, running his hand over the fabric as it clung to his hips, "It feels weird." "Let me see." He turned to face me. "They're meant to fit snugly," I said, "You'll get used to them." I admired the fit as he he turned to model them for me, the V shaped front perfectly framing his groin. "They're great," he said, his hands sliding all over the garment feeling the way they clung to his lithe frame. "I think so too," I said, "They really suit you." He stood in them for a while, turning to look behind himself like a puppy chasing its tail. "I've got you something else," I said, "A sort of present, I suppose." I reached for the bag again and held up the blue speedos I had bought for him. "I thought you would like these especially as they aren't as skimpy as the ones you had on!" "Oh, cool, thanks!" he said, "Neat Speedos and I love the colour!" "Try them on," I cajoled. "Um, no," he hesitated, "I'll try them on at home later." "Why not now?" He was blushing. "I can't, it's embarrassing!" he stuttered. "What's different all of a sudden?" I teased, knowing full well of his predicament, "Have you got a hard-on or something?" His coy expression was enough of an answer. I coaxed him on. "What's the big deal?" "I'm shy." "Why? Is it because you haven't started puberty yet?" "I have!" he said, almost indignantly. "I bet you haven't!" I teased, although I knew full well that he had some hairs down there. He took this almost as if it was a challenge and began to peel the jammers down. At last he was facing me and I gulped as the waistband slid lower and lower. Then his cock was free. It bobbed up as if it had been spring-loaded and stood upwards with that special hardness reserved for young boys. "See!" he chided, "I got pubes!" His jammers were tangled around his upper thighs as he stood there showing me. He even lifted his t-shirt so I could see more of his nakedness. His prick was slender, matching his physique, and surprisingly long. I reckoned it was close to five inches. A smattering of wispy pubes straggled across the base. They were fair, perhaps only a shade darker than the hair on his head. Beneath hung a compact pair of balls in a wrinkled, hairless scrotum. There was no turning back for either of us. "Come here," I beckoned and he shuffled towards me. He gasped as I reached up and took his cock in my grasp. I wondered how many times he'd had felt someone else touch him down there. "You ARE a big boy!" I fawned. "Do you think so?" he replied, relishing the compliment. "Oh, yes, very big...and very hard!" "And very horny!" he grinned. I began to wank him, remaining seated so his groin was right in front of my face. "You don't mind, do you?" I asked. "Mind? No, it's fucking amazing!" I ignored his bad language, there was a far more important task in hand. It was hot and hard, the tight foreskin pulling back but not yet enough to reveal all of his glans. He stood there, hands on hips, watching his cock being manipulated. "D'you like that?" I whispered. "Yeah, keep going." I played with his little balls with my other hand, eliciting another gasp as I gently squeezed them, rolling them between my fingers. If only this could last all day, I thought, but boys have a habit of peaking in double time. I knew he was about to climax and pulled him towards me, drawing his hard boycock into my mouth. He responded by putting his hands around my head to steady himself. Seconds later I tasted him, two watery jets of boyish ambrosia – ah, the food of the gods! I swallowed his offering and licked him clean. "That was so horny!" he said at last, "Thanks, sir!" "Anytime, Oscar, anytime!" "Have you done this before?" he asked, "I mean, like, done it to someone else?" "I'll answer if you answer my question as well." "Okay." "Yes, I've done this plenty of times." "I thought so," he said, "You did a good job!" "Now my question," I went on, "Have you done it with anyone else?" "Well, I've wanked with some other boys," he confessed, "But I've never had a blowjob before." "Well, anytime you feel like another one you'll know where to come!" I grinned. "Don't worry, I will!" he laughed back. 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