Date: Thu, 04 Jun 2020 18:34:30 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: SWIMMING BOYS Part 3 Thanks to those who have written. I'll try to include some of your ideas as the story progresses so keep them coming! SWIMMING BOYS PART THREE Against all the advice warning kids to be wary of adults, Oscar had asked me for my mobile [cell phone] number. Within minutes of leaving my flat on the Saturday morning he sent a text thanking me for the blowjob I'd treated him to and promising he'd keep it all secret – after all, he was hardly going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg. He definitely wanted more of the same! Over the next couple of days we sent one another occasional texts. He wanted to know if I was gay and whether I was into boys. I erred on the side of caution, admitting that I was obviously gay but avoiding direct answers to the boylover questions. He even sent a few pictures. He was naked and trying to catch his reflection in what was obviously the bathroom mirror. In one picture he was holding his stiff boycock up with a caption that read: Horny for Mr B. I knew I'd treasure that picture for ever! I reminded him to delete our chats, just as a precaution, and siad I was looking forward to seeing him at training on the next Tuesday. * * * * * * * * * * A few days later I was back at the pool with Miss Stevenson and our five young swimmers. I was pleased to see that Lucas had shown up and I was looking forward to seeing the three boys in their new jammers. "It was very generous of you to buy the new kit," said Miss Stevenson, "There really wasn't any need." "Oh, it's fine," I said, "They'll help improve the boys' swimming." "And give the team a cool look, too!" she went on. I took the new outfits through to the boys in the changing rooms. "Have you got them, have you got them?" Oscar chattered excitedly. "I can't wait!" Josh added. "Here's yours, Oscar, and here's a pair for you, Josh," I said, handing them over. Oscar couldn't resist a crafty wink. He'd already tried his on, if you recall, before things had taken a delightful turn. I turned to Lucas, "Glad you could make it this week," I said, "Just so you don't feel left out, here are your new jammers. Let's see if they fit." I stood where I was, reluctant to miss the chance of watching the three of them getting naked and trying not to leer too obviously. My eyes went from one boy to another, taking in the delights of their naked boyflesh and marvelling at the differences between them. None of them attempted to hide their nudity. For Josh, it was an irrelevance. In his boyish innocence the delight at trying on the new swimwear was all that mattered. Oscar, who last week had been so anxious to conceal himself from me, was now happy to let me see him. A few days ago I had been sucking on the tender rod I now admired. It was a surprisingly big boycock when erect but now dangled as three soft inches. Lucas was trickier to work out. It felt like he was deliberately flaunting himself not just for the benefit of the younger boys but also to show me just how mature he was alongside the other two striplings. At one point he looked directly at me and tugged his hefty genitalia in that typical adolescent gesture. "Good, aren't they?" Oscar commented, once the three of them had the jammers on. They admired themselves and each other, turning to exhibit the way the garments hugged very part of them. "I like the tiger," said Josh, referring to the roaring beast pictured on one side, "That could be our team name." "Don't be daft," said Lucas, his deeper tones contrasting with the high pitched voices of the other boys. "You can wear them for today," I explained, "But then we're going to save them for competitions only." "Aw, can't we wear them every time?" Josh protested. The jammers looked great on the boys but their speedos were even better. As much as I wanted to help the boys with their swimming I also preferred the skimpier trunks they usually wore. "That's fine by me," Oscar smiled, "I've got a great new pair of speedos. Look!" he continued, taking from his bag the blue speedos I had bought for him. "Neat!" said Josh. "Yeah, sir bought them for me," Oscar explained. I was a little worried that things might be getting a little obvious. Not only was I spoiling the boys but I also seemed preoccupied with boys' swimwear! "That's not fair," Lucas griped, "Why are you so special?" I tried to defuse the situation and I certainly did not want the others prying into Oscar's poorer background. "He got a new pair because he took his training seriously and did an extra session last Saturday." "Does that mean if we all do an extra session we'll get a present?" Lucas asked, self-indulgently. Teen boys can be so stuck on themselves at times! "Perhaps if you did extra sessions you might get a nice surprise," I laughed. "Like me," Oscar said, "I got a really, really nice surprise, didn't I sir?!" "Err, let's get swimming boys," I said, hastily changing subject, "That's what we're here for." As usual, the first part of the session involved numerous fast laps. It was essential my young swimmers not only built on the mechanics of their strokes but also improved their aerobic fitness. Miss Stevenson and I urged them on from the side, stopwatches to hand. Their times were encouraging, the two girls actually put in their best performances, except for Josh who seemed to have slipped back a bit. I called him over to the side of the pool. "What's the matter, Josh? You were way below your normal performance." He shook his hair like a puppy – rather cute, I thought – and tried to rub the water from his eyes. "Sorry, sir, my shoulder started aching." "You had better jump out and let me take a look," I said, then turned to the other boys. "While I check out Josh's shoulder I've another exercise for you to do." I set them the task of swimming lengths at a gentler pace, changing stroke every 25 metres. "Take the strokes in any order you like," I added, "But make every fourth one a sprint." Josh had clambered out of the water and now stood beside me, the water trickling down his young torso. I told him to sit on one of the poolside benches. "Which shoulder is it?" I asked. "This one," he replied, shrugging his left shoulder. I got him to push his hand against mine. It was obviously causing some discomfort and I was worried he might have damaged his rotator cuff. I put one hand on his shoulder and took his wrist with other hand. "Raise your arm for me, " I said, guiding his slender, smooth limb upwards. Despite my concern, I couldn't resist the opportunity to glance at his sweet armpit. Completely hairless, of course, the beautifully sculpted hollow just asking to be nuzzled into. Fortunately, his injury didn't appear to serious and I told him to resume swimming but take things gently. "Certainly no butterfly," I cautioned, " Work on your legs instead." After the evening's training was done, I insisted that the three boys handed me their jammers. "Can't we keep them, sir?" Josh asked. "No, it's best if I look after them. We need to keep them in good condition." The jammers were still rather wet so I put them in a plastic bag. I was looking forward to sniffing them later, imagining their boycocks snuggled inside and hoping to find a little of their scent. "Right, boys, it's time to go." "An hour just isn't long enough, sir," said Oscar, "I wish we could have more time." "Well, I'm happy to coach extra sessions." "Can I come again on Saturday?" Oscar asked. "Yes, sure, nine o'clock again? What about you, Lucas?" "I can't make Saturday." "What about another evening?" "I'm not sure," he hesitated, "I always have loads of homework." "What if I had a word with the school?" I offered, "If they knew you were training for the county championships they might make a concession." "Really? Would you do that?" "I can try." "In that case, definitely!" he smiled, "Swimming's gotta be better than homework!" "Thursday, after school?" I suggested. "Okay." It was time to leave and, one by one, our little group disbanded. Finally there was just Oscar and me left. He sidled up next to me and said, "I don't have to straight home, sir." "Really, won't your mum be expecting you?" I asked. "Nah, she's on a later shift today so won't be home yet. I've got time for one of those blowy things!" "You mean a blowjob!" I grinned. "Yeah! Let's go to the bogs and you suck me off!" I looked around, checking the coast was clear. "I'll go in first," I said, "Follow me in about two minutes." The toilets were deserted, thankfully, and I made my way to the end cubicle, my heart pounding. I was taking a big risk here but the rewards were too much to pass over. I sat on the loo and waited. Soon after, I heard someone come in to the room. There was a gentle knock on the cubicle door and I hurriedly opened the door and bustled young Oscar inside with me, securing the door behind us. "Stand on the loo," I ordered in a whisper. He clambered up and faced me and I immediately began to unfasten his grey school trousers. He helped me to pull them down until they were draped around his ankles. His white briefs were already nicely tented. I reached for his groin, noticing the little pissy stain on the front, and squeezed his hardness making him purr. I pulled the briefs downwards and his young cock flipped upwards. There isn't much that can beat a boy's cock and this was real beauty, iron-hard and eager. I took it in my mouth and he steadied himself as before by holding onto my head. I could taste the chlorine on him as my nose touched his delicate wispies. We worked in tandem. As I guzzled him greedily he rocked back and forth guiding his erection between my lips. I nibbled on his delicate foreskin and flicked my tongue across the tip of his rod. "It's coming!" he gasped, all too soon. His slender legs quivered as he climaxed. Grabbing my hair tightly he fired a squirt of his juvenile essence onto my tongue. I savoured the sweet taste of him, swallowing his gift and licking him clean. Once we had caught our breaths he pulled his briefs and trousers back up and hopped down from his position. "Best not hang around," I whispered, "You go first and I'll follow in a minute." "See you on Saturday, sir!" he grinned, as he left. I was rock-hard and had to masturbate there and then. I unzipped, freeing my erection. So far I had focused on relieving Oscar's horny urges at the expense of my own. I hoped that when I next met up with him he would be willing to reciprocate. It wasn't clear how far he'd take things but, as I wanked hastily I pictured shooting my load onto his pretty face. With a few rapid strokes I shot my hot spunk into the toilet. * * * * * * * * * * I met Lucas a couple of days later. I'd had a word with his headteacher, soft-soaping him with the usual fabrications: Lucas was a promising swimmer but needed extra coaching, what an accolade it would be for the school if he made it into the county championships, and so on. He agreed and arranged to inform the boy's teachers to allow some leeway. Lucas was delighted with the concessions I'd achieved. He also didn't seem to worry that, as with Oscar, I'd decided to join him in the pool and we were soon getting changed together. I had elected to wear my red HOM swim briefs, their 4cm side seam giving more prominence to my package. He wasn't at all concerned that the changing rooms were busier than normal and was at ease with his nakedness. He had a lovely cock, a heavy set of balls and a trim bush of pubes. As he changed I noticed how he checked out the other people. He seemed particularly drawn to a couple of young boys who were dressing. This wasn't the first time I'd seen him checking out younger boys and it intrigued me. The pool was quite crowded but at least there was one lane roped off for the more serious swimmers. "I'll give you a five second start," I said, once we had got into the water, "then I'm going to catch you!" He turned, kicked from the edge and set off down the lane. After a brief moment I followed. I was a stronger swimmer but he worked hard and was still ahead as he took his first turn. On the second length his pace began to slow and I was soon on his heels. Just short of the second length, I reached forward and grabbed his lower leg, As I my hands slid down to his ankle I could feel his delicate hairs run through my fingers. "You caught me, sir," he panted, catching his breath. "Great run, Lucas," I commended. Once we had recovered I suggested we worked on breaststroke, probably his strongest style. I watched him from the side for a while before stopping him. "That's good," I said, "But you're kicking too wide." "What do you mean?" I jumped into the water beside him. "Hold onto the bar," I said, "I'll show you." He floated in the water for me and I stood between his legs gripping him at the knees. "If your knees go out to here your shins will be at the wrong angle to make the best of the water." I said, pulling his knees right apart. "Keep your knees downwards and close together." I held his legs as long as I dared, moving them slowly into the best place for a strong kick. As I released him, I dared to run my hands up his thigh almost to his groin. I tried to make it look innocent, in case he objected, but he didn't comment. I'd be even more daring next time, I thought to myself. Later, back in the changing rooms, I asked him if he'd minded me taking hold of his legs. "No problem, it was helpful," he said. "I must say, you have very solid thighs," I said, flattering him, "Strong muscles." "Thanks, I try to keep fit." "I'll have to treat you to one of sports massages sometime." "Really?" "Yeah, you need to keep those muscles at their best and a massage can help enormously." "If you say so," he said. "Maybe next week sometime?" "Yeah, why not.." * * * * * * * * * * Comments/suggestions to me at puermalo1 @protonmail.com. I will always reply. PLEASE CONSIDER A DONATION TO THE AMAZING RESOURCE THAT IS NIFTY!