Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2020 20:02:21 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: SWIMMING BOYS part 5

Thank you to all those who have written to me with comments, suggestions
and appreciative words.

A reminder that this story is purely fictitious and that the author in no
way condones the activities depicted. You should only read this if you are
permitted to do so.

A slightly shorter episode this time - just to keep the momentum ticking
along.

SWIMMING BOYS

PART FIVE

A couple of days later as we'd arranged, I met Lucas at the pool after
school. It was busy and training was not easy but we did manage to work on
his technique a little. Mostly we just swam together and enjoyed the water.

We had stopped for a moment's rest so I asked him if he wanted to come back
to my flat once we had finished.

'Yeah, fine,' he said, 'I don't have to hurry home or anything.'

'Great," I said, trying not to look too excited about the prospect, 'How
about I treat you to McDonald's on the way?'

'Sounds good to me, I'll text my mum and tell her I won't need tea.'

What is it about teenagers and fast food! Still, I wasn't complaining; give
a boy a tasty treat and he'll be more open to something more lewd!


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A while later, full of burgers and milkshake, we arrived at my flat.

Lucas slumped onto the sofa with no invitation necessary. He soon spotted
the Xbox with several games stacked nearby.

'Got any decent ones?' he said, reaching out for the pile of games.

'See what you think.'

He looked through them passing comments. He was clearly something of a
games addict judging by the way he seemed to know each one.

'Fuck!' he exclaimed, 'You've got the new Doom! Can I have a look?'

'Sorry, it's an 18!' I teased, 'I don't want to be seen leading youngsters
astray by allowing them to play such violent games!'

'Bollocks to that!' he was already on his feet setting the game up.

I went to the kitchen to grab a beer. 'Want anything to drink?' I called.

'Yeah, Coke if you've got any.'

I returned with our drinks and found he'd already loaded the game. I sat
beside him and watched as he played. After a few minute I casually
mentioned the massage. 'I can give you that massage, if you like.'

Lucas was too engrossed in the game to take much notice but I took his
grunt as an agreement to my proposal. Kneeling at his feet, I rubbed his
calves for a moment. He seemed happy with that and, when I pushed his
tracksuit bottoms up to his knees, he stretched his legs to give me better
access.

His lower legs were surprisingly hairy. I had seen them plenty of times but
now, as I ran my hands up and down them, I could feel the adolescent down
growing there.

'Okay?' I asked.

'Yeah, it's nice,' he muttered, and I continued for a couple more minutes.

'I have a suggestion,' I said. 'I can't massage your thighs with your
trackies on so would you take them off for me?'

Again he didn't speak but, shuffling around and without losing his focus on
the game, he somehow managed to divest himself of the garment. I slipped
them over his feet and sat on my haunches, admiring the curve of his legs
as they ran from ankles to groin.

I rested one of his feet in my lap and began to massage his thigh. He
hadn't grown much hair there and my cock stiffened as I felt the warmth and
smoothness of him. I worked on one leg and then the other until he
eventually spoke.

'That feels really good.'

'It would be better if I could use some oil.'

'Why don't you, then?'

'Too much mess,' I explained, 'You need to be lying down really.'

He paused the game, giving me his full attention at last. I went on, 'If
you want to get on my bed I'll give you a proper massage. Don't worry about
the game, you can take it with you if you like.'

'Really?'

'Is that really, you'll get on my bed or really, you'll take the game with
you?' I asked.

'Both,' he grinned.

'In that case, follow me," I said, leading him to the bedroom.

He followed, bare-legged and in his boxers. I hastily threw some towels
onto the bed and asked him to lay on his front. Then I fetched a small
bottle of almond-scented oil, poured a few drops onto his lower legs and
began to massage him again.

'It's much better with some oil,' I said, 'I can get into all the nooks and
crannies.' As if to demonstrate, my fingers wandered upwards between his
thighs. He duly obliged by opening his legs a little. 'This'll relax your
muscles and tone you up for a great performance.'

'It feels nice,' he said, 'Are you going to give all of us a massage,
then?'

'No, I don't think so. Why, do you think I should?'

'It's up to you, I guess.'

'Maybe you could give them a massage. I bet Josh would enjoy it!'

'Josh?'

'Yeah, I reckon you've got a bit of a soft spot for him, haven't you?'

'What d'you mean?'

'Let's just say I've seen the way you look at him.'

'Huh! You've got a nerve!' he retorted, 'As if you've not been checking him
out as well!'

'Is it that obvious?' I asked.

'Obvious?! I think there's nothing you would like better than to get your
hands inside his pants!'

'Does that worry you?' I asked.

'Nah, each to his own, I say. I worked out you were a kiddy-fiddler from
the first day!'

'And you're the same in your own way. Come on, be honest, you fancy Josh
don't you?'

By this point my hands had worked there way up to the edge of his
boxers. 'Take them off,' I instructed, 'I don't wanna get them all oily.'

Lucas pulled them down, keeping himself face down on the bed. I could see
that the combination of the massage and the discussion about Josh had made
his cock fatten. I continued the conversation, becoming more overtly
sexual.

'What do you like most about Josh?' I asked.

'In what way?'

'His body. Which bits are sexiest? I like his little bum!'

'His nipples!' Lucas confessed, 'They're so small and sexy!'

My hands were now an Lucas's buttocks, kneading and caressing them, turning
him on.

'I bet you would love to touch him.' I said.

'Yeah,' he replied, rather embarrassed.

'Unless you already have! That's it, isn't it? You've already played around
with him, haven't you?!'

I slid a couple of fingers down between his thighs and stroked his
scrotum. He let me continue for a moment before suddenly turning on his
back giving me my first sight of his splendid teenage erection. It slapped
against his belly.

'I'm so fucking horny!' he said, 'Wank me off!'

I didn't need to be asked twice. His cock felt so good, especially as I
slid up and down its length with my oiled fingers. His adolescent body
tensed and he closed his eyes tightly. Apart from that, he simply lay there
and let me work on his stiffness. I made long, slow strokes, holding him
firmly. With my other hand I fondled his big balls, pulling them down away
from his body, making him groan.

'I bet you wish it was Josh doing this, don't you?' I said.

'Fuck, yeah!' he gasped.

'...His little boy hands wanking your big dick!'

'Mmmm!'

'I bet you would love to suck on his tiny boy dick, wouldn't you?' I went
on, feeding his frenzied fantasy. '...Shooting your hot load all over his
pretty body...'

Lucas moaned and thrust his hips. Suddenly, with a groan, his body
stiffened and he ejaculated. The force of his first jet squirted as far as
the teenagers neck. Two or three smaller emissions spattered up his
torso. I bent forward and licked his juvenile goo, savouring each glob of
the salty syrup.

After a moment, his orgasm subsided and he returned to reality with a
bump. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself, not saying a word as if totally
embarrassed about what had happened. I didn't push him and instead went
into the bathroom to wash the mixture of oil and boy's semen from my hands.

'You want a quick shower?' I offered.

'Yeah, please,' said Lucas, 'I'd better wash this oil off.'

'Sure, I'll leave you to it.'

A few minutes later he joined me in the living room, showered and dressed.

'That was an awesome wank,' he said, sitting down.

'Glad you enjoyed it," I replied.

'Can I ask you something?'

"Go ahead.'

'How do you go about seducing someone?'

'You mean Josh?'

'Yeah,' he nodded, sheepishly.

'Maybe get him on his own, talk about sex stuff, that sort of thing.'

He didn't reply but I could see that it was pondering my suggestions. Then
he stood. 'I'd better be getting home,' he said.

'Okay, well don't forget the game,' I said, handing it to him.

'Thanks.'

As we reached my front door he stopped and turned. 'You'll keep it a
secret, won't you?'

'Me wanking you, you mean?'

'No, the boy thing,' he replied, 'You know, me and Josh.'

'Of course I will. People like us need to be very discreet!'

He smiled. 'Thanks, Mr Buxton,' he said, 'See you next time.'

'Bye, Lucas.'


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