Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2020 22:39:23 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: SWIMMING BOYS part 7

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SWIMMING BOYS

PART SEVEN


It was the day of the county trials and our group were gathering at the
school before setting off in the minibus to the venue. Mr Hodges, the Head
of PE at the school, was driving us and, as we awaited the arrival of the
last of our swimmers, I introduced myself to him.

'So your the famous Mr Buxton!' he said, 'I've heard lots about you.'

'Really?' I said, 'Nothing bad, I hope!'

'No, not at all, Miss Stevenson has been singing your praises. You've been
in great help in coaching the team.'

'Well, I've enjoyed it,' I smiled, 'They're a talented bunch of kids.'

'Yes, I'm hopefully they'll all get picked for the county. It's kudos for
the school, too -- makes me look good!' he laughed.

'So, who are we waiting for?' I asked, looking around at our small
gathering.

'Just Lucas,' Mr Hodges said, 'Once he arrives we can set off.'

'Let's hope he hasn't overslept!'

'No, I'm sure he'll be here soon. I must say you've done marvels with him.'

'Really?'

'Yes, he was going through that stroppy teenager thing at school, always
getting in trouble and so on. Since you've been coaching him he seems to
have found focus and his behaviour has improved.'

'Oh, I'm sure it's nothing I've done,' I replied.

'No, I give you due credit, you've helped him out of a rut.'

'Well, thanks, that's good to know.'

'Yes, you clearly know how to handle obstreperous boys! [If he only knew!]
Here he is now, come along, Lucas!' The boy acknowledged us with a typical
teenage grunt and joined the other kids standing beside the bus. 'Right,
everyone,' Mr Hodges continued, 'Gather round.'

He then proceeded to deliver a little pep talk; the usual stuff about good
behaviour and representing the school. It was only at this point that I
realised the five kids were actually in school uniform (it turned out the
headteacher had insisted) and I took a moment to admire them. Although the
school was a very typical British comprehensive school, it ran on rather
traditional standards that included a formal uniform. Working upwards,
Josh, Oscar and Lucas were in black shoes and grey socks. Josh's shoes were
polished and clean whereas the other boys' wore scuffed, grubby footwear. I
followed the length of their legs, clad in dark grey long trousers. Oscar
was obviously in the midst of a growth spurt as his trousers were some
inches above his ankles. They each wore white shirts, a blazer and tie. The
blazers were grey with a blue piping and offset with the school
badge. Lucas's blazer had certainly seen better days, I imagined him having
a few scraps in the playground. Their ties (blue with a grey stripe) were
each worn quite differently. Josh's was neatly fastened (I wondered if his
mother straightened it for him each day!), Lucas's was loose and Oscar's
just looked ludicrous. He'd somehow contrived to make the fatter end of the
tie really short, tucking the long, thinner end inside his shirt. Enough of
school, uniforms! It was time to board the minibus.

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The journey took about half-an-hour and we arrived with plenty of time to
spare. I handed the boys their jammers, sent them off to get changed, and
went through to the pool with Miss Stevenson and Mr Hodges. The place was
already filling up with spectators. Looking around, I surmised that the
majority were competitors' parents. I wondered what proportion of the dads
would be ogling the scantily-clad schoolgirls who were assembling below
us. Indeed, would any of them be checking out the boys instead?

And there was plenty to look at! Looking at my programme I could see there
were around 100 competitors listed and, as the boys began to emerge from
the changing rooms, I could see an abundance of eye-candy to lust
after. Then I saw my three boys, looking hot in their matching jammers.

I won't go into too much detail of the schedule and trust this brief
explanation will suffice. In order to be selected to represent the county,
a competitor had to simply achieve a qualifying time for whichever event
they were in. So, although each event was organised as a race against
others it ultimately came down to a swimmer's performance against the
clock. Josh qualified in the 200m freestyle coming third in his race. He
won the 100m butterfly (his trump card) with a superb time of 1 minute
17. Oscar qualified in the 200m breaststroke and the individual
medley. Lucas qualified in the freestyle and medley events. Despite sitting
there all day with a half-hard cock dripping precum watching dozens of
schoolboys on display, I was also extremely proud of my three boys. Their
achievements were testimony to the training they had done.

As we began to gather for the bus to return, I managed to get Oscar alone
for a moment. 'Do you want to come back to my place after training on
Tuesday?' I asked him, with a wink.

He knew precisely what the wink meant and readily accepted.

* * * * * * * * * *

We returned to school late afternoon. Now that our swimmers had qualified
(and that included Miss Stevenson's two girl swimmers) it was essential
that we kept up the training.

'Our next big event is in three weeks,' Miss Stevenson explained. She told
us where the competition would be, 'It's a weekend event,' she said, 'We'll
have to make arrangements to stay overnight as it's just too far to travel
backwards and forwards. Here's a letter for your parents with all the
information,' she added, passing the leaflets around.

The kids were all tired after a long day and, as much as having sex with a
boy would have been a great conclusion to the day's events, all of them
headed home. I would have to have a long, slow wank when I got home and try
to recapture the image of all that sexy boy-flesh I had checked out during
the day

I had walked a little way with Lucas as we were both heading for the same
bus stop. 'You should be proud of yourself,' I said to him, 'Swimming at
county level is a fine achievement.'

'Don't you start!' Lucas quipped, 'I bet the head will drone on and on
about it in Monday's assembly!'

'Well, I'm proud of you, even if you're not proud of yourself.'

'It must have been that special massage that clinched it!' he laughed.

'In that case,' I smiled, 'You'll have to come for some more!'

He thought for a moment and then said, 'I'm free tomorrow afternoon if
you're around.'

At that moment, his bus came and so we hastily arranged for him to come to
my flat at three o'clock the next day.


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Lucas arrived promptly the next day. We sat and chatted for a while about
his school and eventually got around to what Mr Hodges had told me.

'Apparently you've been getting in to trouble at school,' I said.

'How do you know about that?' Lucas replied.

'Oh, it's just something Mr Hodges said the other day. Mind you, he thinks
you've turned over a new leaf recently.'

'School's a waste of time, I bloody hate it!'

'I must admit that I never really enjoyed school either,' I said, 'Which is
probably how I ended up in the army.'

'I wouldn't wanna join the army,' he said, 'I plan to get an apprenticeship
somewhere when I leave school.'

'The army wasn't so bad,' I explained, 'I got to travel around the world,
saw interesting things, met interesting people...'

'Interesting people? I bet you mean boys, don't you?'

I laughed. 'I didn't mean that exactly but, yes, I did meet some
interesting boys now and then.'

'Lucky you!' he said, sounding rather jealous of my experiences.

I continued, 'Talking of boys, how are things going with Josh?'

'Not much luck there,' he said, 'But the other day in the changing rooms I
had a bit of a boner and I know he had a good look!'

I rested a hand on his knee. 'Little Josh gives you a boner, doesn't he?'

'You bet!'

My hand slid up his sturdy thigh. 'That's understandable, he's a cute boy.'
Lucas didn't reply. He simply watched as my hand moved closer and closer to
his groin. 'I bet you've got a boner right now, haven't you?' I said,
squeezing his teenage bulge and feeling the length of his shaft stuffed
inside his jeans.

I reached for the remote with my free hand and clicked the TV on. I had
already set up some hot boy porn for us to watch and his eyes widened in
amazement when the screen came on. The video showed a spartan room with a
simple bed as the only furniture. Two Russian boys, I guessed they were
around ten years of age, were taking instructions from the cameraman and
undressing one another. Once nude, one of them sucked the stiff little peg
of the other.

As Lucas marvelled at the boys on the video, my fingers unfastened his
jeans and found their way inside his underwear. He was as hard as rock and
already oozing precum. Pulling his cock free, I eased back his foreskin to
fully expose the head of the teen's cock. As he moaned in delight a bead of
precum exuded from the slit. I leant forward and licked it.

On screen, one of the little boys was sprawled on the bed holding his legs
back while having his tiny scrotum licked by the second boy.

'Fucking hell! Look at that!' Lucas muttered.

I'd seen the video a number of times so my focus was on Lucas. I assisted
him in pulling his jeans and boxers down. I began to play with his ample
teencock and heavy balls as he watched the porn video avidly. Bending
towards him, I took his hard cock between my lips. I run the tip of my
tongue around the rim of his glans making him squirm. Then I went right
down on him, taking his length until it stabbed at the back of my throat.

As I sucked him, I fondled his balls. They weren't hairy, as such, but
adorned with a smattering of long hairs. I felt my way behind his scrotum,
trailing a finger across his perineum into the sweatiness of his crack.

I was now sucking him fast and hard and knew he was close to
ejaculating. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the video had reached
the point where one boy sticks his finger into the other's tender
hole. Seeing that pushed Lucas over the edge. His body tensed, then
juddered as he fired his thick boy cream onto my tongue. I swallowed as
fast I could, relishing every drop of the teenager's load.

He had obviously never seen such hardcore boyporn and, once he'd wiped
himself and pulled his jeans back up, he asked me where I had found
it. 'I've looked online,' he said, 'But I can never find anything like
that.'

'It's difficult and you have to know where to look,' I said, 'I'll send you
some stuff on your phone, if you like, but be really careful about it,
okay?'

'Awesome!' he replied.

Once he'd left I wondered whether I should be encouraging him in his
boylove urges. It isn't an easy lifestyle choice and one that comes with so
many risks and dangers. I remembered back to when I was his age. Like him,
I knew that boys would always be my first choice, although I suspected he
preferred younger ones than I did.


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The next time I saw Lucas was at training a few days later. He was there
with the other two boys. They joined me at the poolside in their speedos,
looking as sexy as ever. As I gave them instructions for the swimming
session my eyes flicked from one boy's package to another. Lucas noticed my
glances and grinned cheekily. Then Oscar observed my surreptitious looks
and responded by adjusting himself to make the most of his pubescent bulge
and standing with his hands on his hips as if to draw attention to it. Only
young Josh didn't notice, his stubby little boycock poking out as usual.

I made the boys do a variety of activities but concentrated on Josh's
butterfly and the medley events of the two older boys. Towards the end of
the session Josh complained he was getting a cramp in one of his legs. He
clambered out of the water and hobbled to a bench.

'Lucas,' I called, 'Come over here for a moment and give Josh's leg a
little massage.'

Lucas was out of the pool like a shot and hurried over, the water dripping
down his firm, teen body.  I left them to it, knowing that Lucas would
really enjoy stroking the hairless legs of the younger boy.


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Once the training was over, Oscar accompanied me back to my flat. On the
way, we picked up some chips [fries] from a takeaway which we ate as we
walked. I asked Oscar what time he had to get home.

'I've got an hour or so,' he said. 'Mum's on a later shift so she won't be
there. That means she'll have no idea I didn't come straight home after
swimming!'

He dumped his school bags in the hallway and went through to the living
room, collapsing onto the sofa. It was nice that he felt at home when he
visited me. Fetching a drink for each of us, I joined him on the sofa. We
talked about swimming and soon got around to discussing the upcoming
competition. He was excited at the prospect of spending a night away from
home, the first time he'd had such an opportunity. I was equally excited as
there was a good chance the two of us could share a bed for a whole night.

Chatting about our expectations, and with my hand rubbing his leg, started
to get him horny.

'What's this?' I joked, stroking the erection that was pushing at the front
of his grey school trousers.

'I don't know,' he said, playing along, 'I've never noticed it before!'

'Mmm, perhaps the doctor needs to check it out!'

'I hope it's nothing serious.'

'There's only one way we'll know,' I said, unzipping his trousers, 'Let the
doctor take a look!'

'Oh, doctor!' he giggled, 'There's something big in my pants!'

'Take your trousers and pants off, please,' I ordered in my best 'doctor'
voice. Oscar hastily removed his lower garments and stood before me. 'Come
closer, I need a better look,' I said, pulling him towards me with a finger
and thumb gripping his young cock.

'What can you see, doctor?' he asked.

'There's a strange thing sticking out,' I said, manipulating his stiffie.

'Oh, yes, I can see it! Is there a cure?'

'I think it needs to be sucked! Let's see,' I said, going down on it and
tasting the youngster as he slid his organ between my lips.

'Oh, it's feeling better already!' he sighed.

I sucked his young cock for a moment and toyed with his little nuts,
jiggling in his hairless scrotum.  Then I looked up at him, 'I think doctor
needs to give you a complete examination,' I said, 'You need to strip
completely and go and lay on the bed.'

Oscar went to my bedroom, shedding his remaining clothes. He dropped his
school blazer on the floor, his tie and shirt followed. I followed him,
casting off my own clothes. Naked together on the bed he took hold of my
solid erection and jerked it gently. I reciprocated by sucking him once
more (I could never get fed up of his tasty young boycock).

'Are you gonna play with my arse again?' he whispered.

'Yes, if you sit on top of me I can lick your bumhole.'

In a flash he was sat astride my chest, his cute rear inches from my
face. He stooped forward a little which enabled me to poke at his hole with
my tongue which was sweaty and tangy and unmistakably boy. He could hold my
cock with ease and began to wank me again.

Once he was moist there, I introduced a finger, probing and poking at the
puckered opening. He squirmed a little, enjoying my exploration. Suddenly,
my finger forged past his little muscle and slid into him making him draw
in his breath sharply. I could feel my orgasm rising but didn't want to cum
just yet. 'Hey, slow down,' I said, 'You're going to make me cum.'

He stopped wanking me, squeezing my balls instead. 'Do you wanna bum me?'
he asked.

'Do you want me to bum you?' I replied.

'We can try,' he said, 'But stop if it hurts, okay.'

'Turn round,' I said. He turned so he was still sitting astride me but now
facing me instead. 'Guide my cock,' I said, 'Then you can go at your
speed.'

He raised himself up and crouched above my cock. Taking hold of it he
steered the head towards his opening. The precum, dripping from my cock,
slid around his hole -- I nearly came there and then.

Oscar's face looked strained. 'Push out,' I said, 'It'll go in easier.'

When I finally entered him, it was actually easier than expected. He took
it cautiously, stopping frequently while he got used to the intrusion,
until it was at least halfway inside his hot bowels. He froze momentarily,
his face contorted in a strange mixture of pain and delight, then he
spoke. 'I don't think I can take any more today.'

As much as I wanted to fuck him and fill him with my load, I had to allow
him to set the rules. I knew he wanted me to fuck him so I would wait until
he was ready. He pulled himself off my cock with a wet squelch. 'That was
hot!' he smiled.

In the end we simply masturbated ourselves. Well, I say 'simply' but there
is nothing ordinary about having a boy sitting on you wanking his dicklet
furiously while your own cock is rubbing up against the crack of his
backside. He juddered to a climax and two little squirts of boycum splished
onto my belly. My own cum shot up his back before trickling down into his
crack. I swirled my sticky gloop around his pucker with my cockhead.

'Shit! It's gone everywhere!' he chuckled, feeling my cum dribbling down
his bum.

'Maybe next time it'll go up inside you instead!' I sniggered.

'Ooh, yeah!' laughed Oscar.


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