Date: Sat, 08 Aug 2020 16:11:58 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Swimming Boys PART 8

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The following is entirely fictitious. Proceed no further if you should not
be reading such material.

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All good things, as they say, come to an end. This is the final part of my
story (although that's not to say I won't revisit the characters in the
future). I apologise for taking so long to get this part completed! Many
thanks to all those who've emailed. Your appreciation has been welcome,
along with your suggestions and ideas which I have endeavoured to
incorporate as I've progressed.

SWIMMING BOYS

PART EIGHT

The weekend away had finally arrived. The five kids had trained hard over
the weeks and I had received ample reward sucking and wanking with both
Oscar and Lucas, while only little Josh had remained elusive. That's not to
say I hadn't had my hands on his cute body a few times (under the pretext
of supporting his technique or applying the occasional massage) but I had
decided to leave him to Lucas for the time being. I'd encouraged Lucas in
his boylover tastes and knew he was fixated on twelve-year-old Josh. Once
Lucas had sated his desires I was sure Josh would be willing to allow me to
partake of his pubescent loveliness.

Now we were gathering in the school playground early on a Saturday morning
to head of to an inter-county swimming competition. The headteacher was
there to see us off but other than that the school was strangely deserted
and quite unlike the normal weekday hubbub.

'Who are we waiting for?' the headteacher asked.

'Just Oscar,' Miss Stevenson replied, 'I hope he's not overslept. You know
what teenagers are like!'

'He'll be here soon,' I said, 'He wouldn't want to miss this for anything.'

'Come on, everybody, on the bus,' Miss Stevenson ordered. Oscar, Josh and
the two girls clambered excitedly into the back of the minibus with their
luggage as I continued to chat with the head.

'I'll be coming down in my own car,' the headteacher explained, 'So I'll
see you at the swimming pool later.'

'It's good of you to give up your weekend to support us,' I said.

'I can only make today,' he said, 'But I thought I should support our
little band of swimmers. We've never had five pupils swim for the county
before!'

'Ah, here's Lucas,' I said, seeing the teenager ambling across the
playground towards us.

'Good morning, Lucas,' the head said.

'Sir,' grunted Lucas with a typical adolescent grunt, bundling his luggage
onto the minibus and climbing aboard.

'Right then, let's get going,' said Miss Stevenson, who was driving us.

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On the journey, Miss Stevenson went through some of the schedule for the
school children. We were aiming to arrive at the venue in good time for the
start of the competition at 10.30. There were two other counties competing
so it would be a long day of heats. We would then head for the hotel, a
budget establishment, where we would be staying overnight. The next day,
Sunday, would feature all the final races.

'What's the hotel like, Miss?' asked one of the girls.

'I'm sure it'll be very nice, Lucy,' Miss Stevenson replied, 'You'll just
have to wait and see.'

'Will there be room service?' asked Josh.

'I doubt it very much,' I said, 'We're not staying at the Ritz!'

'You know the rooming arrangements, don't you?' the teacher said. 'The two
girls are sharing, Oscar and Josh are sharing, and lucky Lucas gets a room
by himself!'

'About that, Miss...' Oscar said.

'Yes, Oscar, is there a problem?'

'No, Miss. It's just that me and Lucas have swapped over.'

'Really?' she said, 'I thought it would be better to put you with Josh as
you're similar ages.'

'We've sort of agreed already, Miss,' said Oscar, 'It's okay, isn't it?'

'Yes, I suppose it'll be fine although I don't understand why Lucas is
happy to give up his own room!'

I was already aware of this change in the arrangements but didn't say
anything. Lucas had wanted to share with Josh (for obvious reasons!)
although didn't explain to Oscar why. Oscar was hoping to spend the night
with me (oh, joy!) but also dare not tell Lucas this. So, when Oscar asked
Lucas about it, he came up with a rather lame excuse. Lucas jumped at it,
of course, and they willingly swapped rooms!

I only found out about all this bartering later. It made me smile to think
about the boys' subterfuge. It also indicated that neither boy was as yet
aware that I'd been having sex sessions with the other!


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We arrived at the venue, a university sports complex, where Miss Stevenson
signed in our five competitors. The morning comprised heats for the younger
swimmers so Oscar, Josh and the two girls were sent off to the changing
rooms, my two boys clutching their matching jammers. I accompanied Miss
Stevenson and headed for the tiered seating for supporters with Lucas
trailing along behind us. The headteacher was already there and we joined
him. He had reserved places for us that were pretty much in line with one
end of the 50 metre pool. It meant we were in an excellent position to view
the starts and finishes.

The heats began promptly, with the two fastest swimmers from each race
going forward to the finals to be held on the following day.  The
competition was fierce, we were up against the best young swimmers of two
other counties, but we did well and all four of the swimmers
qualified. Josh actually had the fastest time for his butterfly which boded
well for the final.

From where I was sitting, I was able to watch as boys lined up on the
starting blocks, their lithe bodies doing those last minute stretches and
shakes before racing. Nearly all the competitors were in jammers, a design
of swimwear that may help when racing but one that doesn't quite have the
aesthetic appeal of tight speedos. It is true they hug tightly, shaping the
boy nicely and encasing his genitals in a rounded bulge, but speedos remain
supreme. Only speedos accentuate the curve and crack of a boy's buttocks,
only speedos follow the contour of his youthful penis and immature balls.

I wasn't the only one enjoying the constant display of pubescent
boys. Lucas was as clearly animated by the sight of so many young boys as I
was. We even invented a little game whereby we would each say who we
'fancied' each time a set of boys lined up. Those around us had no idea we
were alluding to a boy's sexual appeal rather than his sporting prowess!

Lucas's turn came after lunch when the older swimmers had their heats. He
qualified in the breaststroke, his best discipline, but just missed out in
the backstroke. Once the heats were complete we climbed back onto the bus
and Miss Stevenson drove us to the nearby hotel. The kids were tired but
also excited. They had done well in the swimming and now there was the
adventure of an overnight stay ahead of them.

We checked in and went to find our rooms. Miss Stevenson and her girls were
along one corridor and the boys had adjacent rooms to mine on a different
corridor.

'We'll all meet here in the lobby at six,' said Miss Stevenson, before
heading off in the opposite direction.

'Come on, boys,' I said, 'I have the key cards so bring your bags and
follow me.'

The three boys followed me as we searched for our rooms.

"Ah, here we go," I said, "Room 147, that'll be yours, Oscar."

I opened the door for him and he went into the room.

"Here's your key card," I said, handing it over, "Don't lose it! You've got
about twenty minutes to settle in and then we're going out to eat."

I continued along the corridor with the remaining boys beside me.

"Room 148," I said, "This'll be my room and you're both next door."

I took the boys to their room and opened the door.

"Don't make a mess and no mucking about!" I cautioned them, "Remember that
your representing the school so behave properly!"

I left them to their own devices and returned to my room.

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The was a pizza restaurant nearby and our group all ate there together. The
three boys tucked in heartily, chomping through the pizzas as only
adolescent boys can, before we headed back to the hotel. Standing in the
lobby together, Miss Stevenson gave her final instructions for the day.

"Now, you're all to go to your rooms and stay there until tomorrow,
please."

"Do we have to go to bed?" asked one of the girls.

"No, not yet," Miss Stevenson replied, "It's still quite early so you can
watch some TV or whatever. I don't want people up too late, though. You've
all got a hectic day tomorrow so you'll need a good night's rest."

We all said our 'goodnights' and headed off to our rooms. I had arranged
that Oscar should come to my room at nine o'clock and, as he stood by his
door, he gave me a cheeky grin and an even cheekier wink.

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At nine, there was a gentle knock on my door. I opened it and ushered Oscar
inside, glancing up and down the corridor and finding it deserted. He was
wearing his jogging bottoms and a t-shirt but had nothing on his feet.

"Did anyone see you?" I asked, concerned that someone might have noticed
this semi-clad youngster in the corridor.

"No, I checked the coast was clear, don't worry," he assured me.

I locked the door carefully and turned to him. "I think you need a
shower. Not that you're smelly or anything, I just think you're even sexier
when you're soapy-fresh!"

"Okay," he grinned, "Whatever you say."

I went into the bathroom and switched the shower on, letting it run until
the water was at a good temperature. Oscar joined me moments later, stark
naked with his hands hiding his groin.

"Why are you hiding?" I asked, "It's not like I haven't seen it all
before!"

He laughed and took his hands away, revealing his beautiful boycock already
half hard.

"I'm sure those little pubes have grown since I last saw them!" I joked.

He stepped into the shower cubicle and under the cascade of water. Looking
down at the wispies that sprouted around his penis he twizzled them between
a finger and thumb, pulling the delicate curls outwards to show them
off. "Do you reckon?" he asked, "I'll be as hairy as Lucas before long!"

I knew full well that Lucas had a decent-sized adolescent bush, much more
than young Oscar had, but I didn't want Oscar to know just how far I'd been
with his older friend so I ignored the comment. Instead, I quickly
undressed and joined him in the shower, standing close-up behind his slim
body.

I was also half-erect and my growing cock pressed against his back making
him giggle.

"Let me wash you," I suggested, an offer he was happy to accept.

I began at his shoulders, rubbing them with a liberal amount of soapy
bubbles that were soon trailing down his slender back. He raised his arms
and I soaped his hairless armpits before moving my hands around him until I
found the nubs of his pert, boyish nipples. Feeling him in this sensuous
manner made my cock throb. He enjoyed it too but in a different way,
giggling and accusing me of tickling him.

I turned him to face me and washed his front, my hands gliding over the
firmness of his chest and the curve of his cute belly. Now I found his
cocklet, stiff as iron, and lathered it copiously. The warmth of the shower
had encouraged his little balls to dangle in their hairless sack and I
tugged each one before moving on to his young thighs.

Now I wanted him and, judging by the way his little cock stood so proudly,
he was ready and eager. We stepped from the shower and hastily dried
ourselves before returning to my bedroom and climbing onto the bed. We lay
side by side, my arms around him. I kissed his head, smelling the soapy
scent on his damp hair. I would have kissed him on the lips -- oh, how I
wanted to! - but I didn't want to panic him. I would have been happy to
stay like that, cuddled together, for the rest of the night but Oscar had
other ideas and he was soon gripping the length of my penis and tugging it
slowly.

I sat up and manoeuvred myself between his legs so that I could suck his
boycock. I began by running my tongue up the length of it and flicking the
small exposed head with the tip of my tongue teasingly. Then I took it all
in, gripping it with my lips as it slid in and out making him moan gently.
I sucked and licked him tantalizingly, gradually building momentum and
drawing his young seed from within.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. Seconds later his hips bucked and he shot
his droplets of sweet fluid onto my waiting tongue. I drank him down
greedily, licking his cock-head in search of every last morsel.

We cuddled again as I fondled his still hard cocklet. Like all boys, he
didn't need long to recover and after a few minutes he was ready to go
again. This time I wanted his bum, so I turned him over onto his front and
began to stroke his back delicately. There are probably dozens of little
things, exclusive to boys, that are a turn on to the true boylover. I'm
sure you have your own, dear reader! Perhaps it is the smooth hollow of his
pits or the perkiness of his little nipples. Maybe it is the soft down on
his upper lip or the delight of a hairless, petite scrotum. It might even
be something more particular such as his dainty toes or the line of his
smooth perineum. For me, at that moment, it was the curve of his young
buttocks and the temptation of the crack that divided them. My fingers
trailed into that divide and Oscar obliged by spreading his legs.

I clambered between his thighs and knelt behind him. Pulling his juvenile
arse cheeks apart I found the object of my lust as I exposed the delicate
puckered opening.

"Here," I said, grabbing a pillow, "Lie on top of this so I can lick your
bumhole."

He stuffed the pillow beneath himself, raising his buttocks and allowing
even better access to his sweet orifice. I began to lick him there which
made the puckered hole twitch then a dabbed the tip of my tongue at the
opening, exploring the rim and making him wet. Oscar squirmed beneath me as
he relished my efforts.  His hole was now moist enough for me to replace my
tongue with a finger. Oscar gasped as he felt it intruding into him.

"Are you gonna bum me?" he asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah, we can try," he said, "But stop if it hurts, okay?"

"Of course," I promised, "We'll take it slowly and at your pace."

I was well-prepared and reached for a bottle of lube. Oscar turned and
watched.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's called lube," I explained, smearing the fluid on my engorged cock and
prodding a dollop of it inside the boy, "It'll make things much easier,
just relax."

I lay on top of him supported on one arm. My free hand guided my glistening
cock to his entrance. I pressed against it gently, urging it to open. When
it gave way, Oscar cried out as my cock-head slid inside him. God, it was
so tight and so hot!

"Okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, just wait a moment while I get used to it!"

I began to make cautious movements, pushing forward a little and then
withdrawing.

"Oh, fuck!" sighed the boy, "That feels so good!"

Suddenly, he seemed to give in and I felt the full length of my cock slide
inside his hot tunnel. I knew I was right up him as my balls slapped
against his rear and now I began to slowly fuck him.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" the thirteen-year-old responded.

I'd like to say the shafting went on for hours as I ploughed the youngster
long and hard. The truth is that it didn't last that long. I was so horny
for the boy that I soon felt my cum rising. Oscar could tell I was
close. "Go on, sir, pump your spunk into my bum!"

I didn't need to be asked again! Moments later I shuddered to orgasm
pumping my thick man-cream into the eager boy.

"Wow! I can feel your hot spunk!" Oscar said, "Go on, empty your balls in
me!"

I stayed inside him as my orgasm subsided and my cock began to soften. It
finally slithered from him with a slippery pop and I sat up, watching some
of my cum as it dribbled from his tight hole.

Oscar turned onto his back, his little cock standing proud.

"Wank me off!" he pleaded.

I took his cocklet and worked it up and down between a thumb and two
fingers. Oscar, meanwhile, was fingering his own bum.

"Is that your spunk?" he asked, feeling the sticky seepage.

"Yeah, I shot it into your arse and now it is oozing out!"

Then he ejaculated. There wasn't much, just a couple of trickles of clear
boy-fluid, but he gasped and bucked as I milked him of every drop.

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EPILOGUE

We had sex twice more. Once, in the middle of the night when Oscar woke me
and I suckled him to orgasm once more as I wanked myself off. Then again in
the morning, when I fucked him and emptied his little balls for the fourth
time.

I still see my three boys as now I have regular work coaching swimming for
the school. Oscar visits my flat regularly and likes nothing better than to
sit on my cock as I fill him with my seed. Lucas sometimes visits (usually
to 'borrow' some of my extensive boy-porn collection). I got him to tell me
how he had got on when sharing a room with young Josh. He told me how he
finally got his rocks off embedded inside the twelve-year-old's snug arse.

There are new swimming boys to coach all the time. I have my eyes on two in
particular, a couple of cute twelve-year-olds called Harry and Max. I'm
working step-by-step to get my hands on their little goodies before
long. They certainly get a kick from wearing the skimpiest of speedos that
i've supplied for them!

Did I get any further with Josh? I certainly did! Now he's thirteen he's
able to produce a little spunk and loves to squirt it into my greedy mouth!


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