Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2020 13:38:56 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: SWIMMING BOYS PART 6

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blah, don't read it if you're forbidden from doing so, etc.

SWIMMING BOYS

PART 6

My next opportunity to be with the swimming boys was Saturday. I knew that
Oscar would be there – and no doubt expecting a nice blow-job from me
afterwards – but I had also had a message from their teacher, Miss
Stevenson, that Josh was also able to attend the session.

The three of us met at the leisure centre soon after it opened at nine. At
that sort of hour it was seldom busy which would allow us to make decent
use of the pool for some training. I joined the young boys in the changing
room and we stripped off. I made sure that Josh would have a good view of
my groin and noticed him having a look.

Oscar had chosen to wear the blue speedos I had bought for him. They were
narrow at the hips and the curve of the swimwear defined his cute package,
the roundness of his little ball bag and the outline of his pubescent cock.

Josh had a pair of speedos I hadn't seen before. They were a mid-blue
colour highlighted with a pale blue motif that ran horizontally above his
cute bulge. (Don't you just hate swimming shorts! I love to see the sphere
of a boys balls held tightly like only speedos can). His little prong poked
forward creating another enticing shape to admire.

I had elected to go with a pair of white speedos. They not only showed off
my wares pleasingly, they also had a tendency to become rather translucent
when wet which I knew would provoke a few stares.

We made our way into the pool and began with a few gentle lengths to warm
up. Then I called the two boys over. 'Oscar, I want you to work on your
breaststroke for awhile. See how many laps you can do in ten minutes. Josh,
we're going to work on your turns.'

Oscar splish-splashed away like an obedient puppy-dog, leaving me to
concentrate on the twelve-year-old. 'Your turns are a bit of a mess,' I
said to him, 'And it's losing you time.'

'Yeah, they are a bit crappy!" Josh agreed.

'Right, let me watch you.'

He demonstrated one of his tumble turns, splashing rather wildly, and then
stopped for my opinion.

'All the water's going up me nose,' he complained.

'Here's a good tip,' I offered, 'When you start your turn try humming.'

'Humming?'

'Yes, go on, try it and see.'

He tried again. The turn wasn't much better but when he stood up he was
smiling.

'You're right!' he said, 'Humming stops the water!'

'You see, what did I tell you?' I said. 'Now let's see if we can get that
tumble neater. Come over here and hold onto the bar.'

He waded through the water beside me. Grasping the bar on the pool's edge,
he stretched out in a floating position tummy down.

'Tuck your legs up, make a tight ball with your body,' I instructed.

As he scrunched himself up, I held his small frame in my arms, supporting
him.

'Now, we're going to do this in slow motion and I'll guide your legs
over. Ready?'

He hadn't forgotten the hum and his high-pitched treble signalled he was
all set. I slowly flipped him in the water. I was guiding him, of course,
but also making the most of this opportunity to feel his young body. My
hands glided across slender hips and slim, smooth legs as he spun in the
water.

'Try again,' I said.

This time, I supported him with my hands much closer to his groin. As he
began the tumble, I let my fingers stray onto his genitals. Just for brief
second I felt his little willy tucked up inside his speedos.

'That tickles!' Josh said as he came up from under the water.

'You were wriggling about like a slippery eel,' I said, excusing myself.

'I don't mind,' he replied, 'If it helps with my tumble.'

So when we tried again I was even more daring in feeling him. After several
attempts at the manoeuvre I was sure that the little monkey had got hard. I
was also sporting an erection - thank goodness I was waist deep in the
water as it would have been rather obvious!

Oscar's ten minutes was up and he swam over to us. 'You can both have a
couple of minutes breather,' I said, 'Then we'll do some races.'

I clambered onto the side of the pool and watched the pair. Judging by the
giggles, whispers and looks, Josh was spilling the beans and telling Oscar
about my wandering hands. My suspicion was confirmed when Oscar swam over
to me and said, 'You just gave Josh a stiffie, you perv!'

'He didn't seem to mind,' I said in my defence.

'Mind? He thought it was great!' Oscar laughed.

'What did he say?'

'Just that you kept feeling him up until you gave him a boner,' Oscar
grinned, before swimming away.

I clambered out of the water and found my towel which I wrapped around me
to hide my stiffness. Fortunately, there was only a handful of other people
around and they took no notice of my state. I then organised some races for
the boys. Josh, won the butterfly and I was glad to see he'd taken my
advice and really improved his technique. Oscar won the freestyle, coursing
through the water at terrific speed. I checked my stopwatch and found he
was only just a fraction short of his personal best. Their efforts gave me
great hopes for the county trials that were coming up soon.

It was time to finish and we headed for the changing rooms together. I left
the boys under the showers and began to dress. This time, I decided, I'd
sit and watch them change. When they joined me a few moments later it was
obvious that another secretive conversation had gone on between them, they
were nudging one another and sniggering.

'What's the joke?' I asked, curious to discover what they had been
discussing.

'Nothing much,' Oscar replied.

'Well it must be something. You're like a pair of giggly schoolgirls!' I
teased.

Oscar laughed but Josh looked rather more uncomfortable. Oscar was about to
speak when Josh interrupted almost in a panic, 'Don't tell him!'

'Why not?' Oscar replied. Josh didn't speak and was clearly rather
embarrassed, then Oscar continued, 'He told me he liked it when you felt
his willy!'

Josh didn't know where to look.

'Do you think Josh would like me to touch him there again?' I asked,
tantalisingly.

The question remained unanswered as we were interrupted by the arrival of
two men who had just arrived to swim. It didn't stop me from looking
quizzically at young Josh who I had put on the spot and was now blushing.

The two boys finished dressing and we all made our way out of the leisure
centre.

'Do I get a blow-job now, sir?' asked Oscar, carefully out of Josh's
earshot.

'You know the drill,' I said, 'Wait until he's gone and then we'll head
back to mine.'

We'd reached the street and Josh headed off. 'Bye,' he said, 'See you next
week.'

'See you, Josh,' I replied, 'Enjoy the rest of the weekend.'

Once he was out of sight, Oscar and I walked back to my flat together. We
chatted on the way.

'You really embarrassed Josh,' I told him.

'Well, he shouldn't have told me you fiddled with his cock!' Oscar
chuckled.

'I'm sure he wasn't expecting you to spill the beans, though.'

'Yeah, he was dead embarrassed, wasn't he! Mind you, I reckon he would let
you do it again!'

'You haven't told him about what we've been getting up to, have you?'

'Not exactly, no.'

'What do you mean by 'not exactly'?' I asked.

'I sort off told him you've touched me down there,' he said, pointing to
his groin, 'But I haven't told him the whole story, you know, the blow-jobs
and things!'

'You weren't supposed to tell anyone!' I said.

'He's fine with it,' Oscar explained, 'In fact I reckon he's deffo up for
more stuff!'

'Mmm, we'll see.' I said uncertainly. I would definitely love to take
things further with the twelve-year-old but I needed to be certain it was
really what he wanted.

We arrived at my flat. Oscar went straight into the living room and dropped
his bag. 'D'you want me to undress?' his asked, rather matter-of-factly.

'I want you undressed,' I said, 'But I want to do it.'

We went into the bedroom and I sat on the bed, drawing him towards me so he
stood between my legs. First I removed his t-shirt, admiring the hollows of
his arm pits as he raised his young arms. His chest was warm to the
touch. It was firmly toned without being muscular and without an ounce of
fat. I ran my hands across his nipples, teasing them into hard nubs. My
fingers traced their way down his torso, finding the alluring V-shape that
ran from his hips and directed me to his groin. I grasped the waistband of
his tracksuit and eased it downward. He lifted one leg and then the other,
stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

'Now your socks,' I ordered. He quickly obliged and now stood before me in
his briefs, an inviting bulge thrusting forward.

I pulled his briefs down and released his boycock. I bobbed free, pointing
at me demanding to be sucked. I held it between a finger and thumb and
guided it between my lips, making Oscar sigh with delight. I began by
working on the tip, coaxing the boy's delicate foreskin back until his
glans was exposed. Then I ran my tongue along its underside. The cocklet
throbbed and seemed to grow another centimetre as my tongue went back and
forth.

'On the bed,' I said.

Oscar jumped onto the bed and lay face up. As I undressed, my eyes feasted
on the horny young teen waiting for me, a wicked grin gracing his cute
face. I almost jumped on his body and was soon caressing him once more.

At first, he passively enjoyed my attentions, moaning as I sucked him
again. Then, quite unexpectedly, he sprang up.

'What's the matter?' I asked.

'Nothing, I'm just turning around,' the boy replied.

We were now arranged in a 69 fashion at his instigation and I was amazed
when he began sucking on my cock!

'Don't feel you have to do that,' I said.

'I want to,' he answered, 'It's so awesome being sucked off and I wanted to
see what sucking a cock tastes like!'

'If you're sure,' I said. His response was to suck on the head of my stiff
cock as if it were a lollipop.

I resumed sucking him but now let my hands stray behind him to find the
cheeks of his buttocks. As my mouth worked its magic on his boyhood, my
fingers found the cleft of his bum and began to explore.

At last I found his most intimate place. I licked a finger and probed at
his little hole. His response was to tense his body which, as he didn't
complain, was more a result of surprise than discomfort. I circled his
pink, puckered hole with my wet finger and then pushed at the opening.

Oscar was clearly enjoyed the sensation as he stopped sucking my cock and
lay back, even lifting a leg to allow me to get where I wanted. I licked my
fingers again and made his little hole moist with my saliva. Probing once
more, my finger tip found resistance but I continued until he suddenly gave
in. My finger entered him to my first knuckle and he cried out.

'Is it okay?' I asked.

'Yeah, it's nice,' he muttered, 'Just go slowly, that's all.'

I went back to sucking his hard rod, taking it all in until my faced
brushed the delicate wisps of hair that sprouted there. He sighed as my
finger dug deeper. One knuckle became two as I felt the hot tightness of
his insides. I moved my digit back and forth, finger-fucking the young
teen's orifice. Oscar responded by pushing himself down onto it until it
was right inside him. It pushed him over the edge and he orgasmed, each
little spurt of his boy-juice coinciding with muscular contractions of his
tender rear.

I let him enjoy the thrill of it all until his body had relaxed from the
spasms of his cumming. I was close myself and quickly knelt up, rapidly
jerking to climax. Oscar grabbed my balls and squeezed them as my cum,
thick and creamy unlike the watery fluid he produced, shot in ropes across
his chest. As it ebbed, the boy swirled the goo around his chest and belly
with his fingers, delighting in the feeling of the hot semen that was
spattered about his cute middle.


* * * * * * * * * *

It would have been delightful to have spent the rest of the day in Oscar's
company but he had to get home for lunch. We shared a shower together. He
happily let me wash him, lathering soapy bubbles across every inch of his
smooth skin. As my fingers invaded the crack of his buttocks he giggled.

'Did you like putting your finger up my bum?' he smiled.

'I loved it,' I said, 'Did you enjoy it?'

'It was a bit odd,' he explained, 'A bit painful but also a nice feeling
that went right through my body.'

My finger found his hole once more. 'Maybe I should put it in there again,'
I joked.

'Nah! Just wank me off again. You can finger me another day!'

I stood behind him under the blast of warm water. Reaching round his slim
body, I found his boycock was as rigid as a nail. I masturbated him,
holding his rod between two fingers and a thumb. He leant back against me
so that my cock was pushed up against the curve of his back. Raising his
arms, he held me around the neck, pulling me closer until my face was
nuzzling against his wet hair.  It didn't take long – with boys it
rarely does – and I felt his boyhood throb as he ejaculated. There
wasn't much this time, even less than usual, a few droplets that gathered
on the tip of his knob before being washed away by the splash of the
shower.

Satisfied (and smelling soapy fresh), he stepped out of the shower. After a
cursory rub down with a towel he got himself dressed.

'Best get off now, sir,' he said.

'Okay, Oscar,' I replied, 'See you next Tuesday after school.'

'Is that for swimming or ...?' he grinned.

'Definitely swimming, it is the last session before the trials,' I said,
'But I'm sure we can fit in a blow-job if you're a very good boy!'

'Thanks, Mr Buxton,' he said, and with that he left. I watched him from my
window until he was out of sight. There was a definite skip in his gait and
he hurried down the street.


* * * * * * * * * *

I had to wait for three days before seeing the boys again when it would be
the regular Tuesday training session. We were all there - Miss Stevenson
and her two girls, Lucas, Oscar, Josh and myself – and were having a
longer session than usual.

The county trials were scheduled for Saturday and Miss Stevenson explained
the details. As the venue was in another town, we would all travel together
in one of the school's minibuses. Any parents of the swimmers would have to
make their own way if they wished to attend. I would be interested to see
if the parents of my lads would be there.

We only had the pool to ourselves for the first hour so we made good use of
the time working hard at various techniques. Later in the session we used a
roped off lane for a series of timed swims, pushing our young swimmers
hard. In between swimming, the kids watched from the side, urging on
whoever it was in the water at the time.

I had to have a finger on the stopwatch and offer my own encouragement but
I did manage a few glances of the boys out of the pool. They looked so sexy
with the water dripping down their toned young bodies. Their wet speedos
somehow defined the bulges more clearly. I had seen the boys naked many
times now but there was still a definite thrill in seeing them in tight
speedos. I noticed how different their bums appeared; Lucas had a more
fleshy one, Oscar's was tight and trim, Josh possessed a flawless peach. I
compared the way the speedos clung to their rears, perfectly highlighting
their cracks.

At the end of the session, Miss Stevenson suggested they had ten minutes
'free swim'. Naturally, the boys took this as an invitation to much about
so I sat on a bench and watched their splashing and tomfoolery. It was a
good job I was sitting, my erection soon swelled as I admired my three
'water babies'. In between the duckings and squabbling over a float, it
seemed one of their favourite games was to dive between one another's legs
before resurfacing on the other side. At one point, Lucas took rather
longer than was necessary underneath young Josh. It was impossible to see
what was going on but, judging by Josh's high-pitched whoops and giggles,
it was clear the older boy had grabbed him somewhere. Oh, to have been a
little fishy in the water so I could have seen! Lucas didn't give up and,
after coming up for a gulp of air, renewed his playful assault on the
younger boy. It even continued after Miss Stevenson had summoned them all
from the pool. Lucas followed Josh up the step ladder with a hand on Josh's
delectable rear.

Sadly, there was no opportunity to get up to mischief with any of them
myself. The session had run on late and everyone needed to go straight
home. The next time I would see my boys would be on the day of the swimming
trials.


* * * * * * * * * *


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