Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 07:40:51 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 2) Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young boys. Not a word of it is true. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. No animals or children were hurt in the making of this story. Anyone who is offended by this should not read beyond this point. It is not, however, your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and immediately jumps into the sack with them. There's a little more content to it than that. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session, sorry, but this ain't it. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and suggestions for future episodes. Also, if you like these and the other stories, Nifty needs your donations, to continue to provide them. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adult-Youth (M,b,B,con) The Diver in me (Part 2) I woke up, as usual, just before the alarm sounded, took my usual 5 mile run and then jumped in the shower. Work went quickly and at lunch Carol called to let me know that David was going to be busy after school, so I would only have to pick up Owen. I checked out of work just before 3 and headed over to Owen's school to pick him up and get him some swim briefs. I pulled up in front of the school just as the hordes were released. As the kids filtered out, I easily spotted Owen and when he saw my car, I could see a big smile of recognition flash across his adorable face as he waved and ran over to me. "Hey, kiddo," I said, as he climbed into the car. "How're you doing?" "Hi," he replied excitedly. "Thanks for coming to get me. So, we're gonna get me a swimsuit, right?" "Yup, then we're going back to my place until it's time for practice." We drove over to the mall, wandered into one of the big box stores and over to the boy's clothing section, where we found the swim suits. As I stood there, Owen lifted and pulled and slid and picked up a series of different suits until he came across a pair of red briefs. "I really like these, Sam," he said. "Should I try them on?" I thought I'd like nothing more than to see him in just these, but I had to let him know that they didn't allow you to try them on. So I suggested we buy a few different sized suits and he could try them on at my place. Owen picked out 4 different pair. After paying for them, we went to the McDonald's and grabbed a couple of burgers, fries and shakes and then headed back to my car and eventually to my condo. I parked the car in the underground parking lot and we took the elevator up to my floor. I unlocked the door and we entered my unit. Owen stopped dead in the doorway and stared, looking around slowly with wide eyes. "This is yours?" he asked. "Yeah, I bought it a couple of years ago," I replied. "Let's put your stuff in the bedroom and you can try the suits on. Then you can watch some TV, until we have to go. Or do you have homework you have to do?" "Nope, no homework" he said with a smile. "I can watch TV." "OK," I replied. "Then, let's get you to try on those suits." I took him to the second bedroom, where he again stopped at the door and stared. My suite is on the 29th floor of one of the new downtown condos and the exterior walls are all floor to ceiling glass, giving me a fantastic view of the downtown core all the way to the waterfront. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms and is around 1500 square feet, so the rooms are all pretty spacious. "WOW!" Owen exclaimed. "This is sooo cool. I can see the lake. But aren't you worried about something breaking the glass? It'd be kinda hard to fix all the way up here." I laughed and let him know that the glass was pretty much unbreakable, so there were no worries about that. "So, should I change in the bathroom?" he asked, to which I explained that he could change right here in the bedroom. He wondered about anybody seeing him, so I showed him how to use the mechanical blinds. "Cool!" he said. "Do you want to see me in the suits so you can tell me how they look?" I could think of nothing more that I would like than to see him in nothing but the small swimsuits, except maybe in nothing at all, so I said, "Sure, that would be good. Why don't you get changed and I'll wait in the living room? You can come out when you've changed into each suit." I left him in the bedroom and went to the living room where I turned on the TV. Owen appeared a couple of minutes later wearing a light blue suit. He stood in the living room and asked what I thought. The colour was amazing against his pale skin but was a bit baggy so I told him to try on another pair. He trotted off to the bedroom, reappearing a couple of minutes later wearing the red suit and I just about had an orgasm and a heart attack at the same time. "What do you think," he asked. "I think this one fits really good." It took me a couple of seconds to collect myself enough to ask him to turn around. As he did, it took every bit of willpower I had not to grab him, rip the suit off him and take him right there on the living room floor. The suit was skin tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. His penis was so clearly defined I swear you could see where he'd been circumcised as well as every wrinkle in his little testicles. It contoured tightly across his incredibly beautiful little ass, dipping into the crevice between each cheek and sucking into the small dimples clearly evident in each. I coughed a couple of times and finally got myself under control enough to choke out, "I love it, but I think it may be a bit too tight." Owen followed my gaze down to the very evident outline of his little cock. He looked up at me and, oh my God, he was blushing! The colour in his cheeks accented his pale skin and those grey-green eyes even more. He turned away quickly and ran back to the bedroom. This time I followed him into the bedroom to make sure he wasn't upset. Owen was sitting on the side of the bed and when I walked in he hung his head. "Are you OK," I asked him to which he just shook his head. I sat down on the bed beside him and put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. "Listen, I understand if you're embarrassed. When I was your age I would have been too. But you don't have to worry about being embarrassed around me. Ever. Ok?" He nodded his head again and looked up at me. "But you could see everything," he said. "Yeah, so what," I replied. "We're both guys. We both have the same stuff and believe me I've seen lots of guys with and without swim suits. It's no big deal. Especially here. At least we caught it before you wore them to practice." His eyes went wide at that and then he started laughing. "That would have been awful. I'd be sooo embarrassed." "OK," I said. "Try on the next one and let's see how it looks." I went back to the living room, the sight of Owen and his little penis and balls and that ass, oh that ass, in that tight little suit etched indelibly in my mind. Something for me to use as a masturbatory fantasy from now on. My thoughts were interrupted by Owen appearing in the room wearing a perfectly fitting suit in gold with blue stripes. I could still see the bulge of his pre-teen package at the crotch of his suit and when he turned around, the outline of his little butt, but this time it was exactly the way it should have been. "Perfect," I said. "What do you think, kiddo?" "I like it, he said. "Can I wear them tonight?" "Of course you can," I replied. "Now, let's get you dressed and we'll relax a bit before we head over to practice. Owen trotted off to the bedroom to get dressed while I stretched out on the couch. When he came back, Owen sat on the loveseat and we watched some inane kid's show about a couple of kids who get in trouble but then end up saving the world or something. I wasn't really paying much attention. Anyway, we eventually left for practice, where Owen got to show off his new suit. Once practice was over, Owen and I grabbed some dinner in the food court at the center and I drove him home. We walked in the door and Carol met us in the living room. Owen started babbling about how much fun he'd had and that we'd gone shopping for new swim suits and he'd found a couple and that everyone on the team really liked them and that my apartment was sooo cool and you could see the lake and the windows went from the floor to the ceiling and on and on, while Carol started laughing. Owen finally slowed down and came over to me and gave me a big hug. "Thanks for everything Sam," he said. "I had a great time. Can we do it again?" I looked at Carol to see her reaction and she shrugged and nodded, "If it's not too much trouble for Sam, I guess so." "Well, there you have it," I replied. "How about next week?" "Yeah," Owen yelled. "Can we do it on Friday. Can we, please?" I'd love to "do it" on Friday I thought to myself, but replied, "Sure, if that's OK with your mom." Owen looked at Carol and she looked at me and laughed. "Looks like it's Friday," she said. "You sure that's OK?" she asked me. I shrugged and said," Yeah, that's fine. I'll grab him after school. We can have a snack before and grab dinner after practice. Sound OK, kiddo?" Owen nodded vigorously, smiling. "OK, then," I said. "And now young man, it's bed time," Carol said. "Can Sam tuck me in?" Owen pleaded. "Sure, if you want him to," she responded. He took off upstairs and I followed him to his room. Owen stripped down to his boxers and slid under his covers. I turned off his light and pulled his covers up to his neck. I sat on the side of his bed and stroked his hair and said good night. As I was getting up to leave, Owen asked if I could rub his back like I had last night, a request I was only too happy to agree to. I pulled the covers down to his waist and started to slowly rub his back from his shoulder blades down to the waistband of his shorts. He practically purred at this. After a couple of minutes, I took a chance and pulled the waistband down, exposing the top of his cute little bum and rubbed down and over his cheeks, eliciting a slight moan of contentment from Owen. Another couple of minutes later, I slowly drew his shorts down again. As I did, Owen lifted his hips, allowing me to slide them all the way down, leaving him naked to the middle of his thighs. His bum was beautiful, white, tight and perfectly smooth and lying here on his bed, I wanted to lean forward and kiss each cheek and bury my tongue in it. However, I simply continued to massage his back and now his cheeks. As I did, Owen spread his legs, allowing me a view of his prepubescent scrotum. I worked my way to the inside of his legs as I did, causing him to spread his legs even more. Massaging down his thighs and back up, I made sure that my hands rubbed against his scrotum every so often. After a few minutes of this, with no protest from Owen, I asked him if he wanted me to rub his tummy as well. He thought about it for a minute and then rolled onto his back, allowing me an unobstructed view of his front for the first time. His little cock was hard, circumcised with a small flared rounded head and stuck straight up about 3 inches from a totally hairless pubic mound. His little robin's egg sized balls were held in a hairless, soft and slightly wrinkled little pouch. I so wanted to lean down and engulf that sweet little spike in my mouth, but I resisted the temptation and massaged his chest and stomach, slowly moving down across his upper thighs and then back up the inside. As I continued, Owen began breathing a little harder. I slid my hands around and across his smooth pubic mound, avoiding his erect penis and then down the inside of his thighs. As I drew my hands back up, I slid them across his small testicles, feeling them for the first time. Owen sharply sucked in a breath as I rolled his little boy's balls in my hands and his hips rose quickly. "That feel good?" I asked him. "Want me to keep going?" He nodded quickly and breathlessly said "Yeah." So, I took hold of his balls and rolled them between my fingers and thumb, feeling the soft, firm texture of the not yet developed little eggs. After a short while, I ran my index finger up the underside of his hard 3" erection to the tip and then wrapped my thumb and two first fingers around the shaft and slid them down to the base. I heard a soft, "mmmm" escape from Owen's lips. And then I started gently sliding my fingers up and down his hot, solid little shaft, squeezing a little tighter on the way up and a little looser on the way down. "Oooohhhhh, mmmmm," Owen whispered as I gave him his first hand job. He sucked in his breath making a "shhhhhhhhhhh' sound. And then as I gradually sped up, he began moaning and thrusting his hips up and down to meet my stroking. He began to quiver and I sped up even more, feeling his hard little spike begin to twitch. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, uuunnnnnn, ooooooooh, ooooooooh," he whimpered as his climax approached. Suddenly, his hips shot up and held, his penis twitched two, three, four times and his legs splayed out as a dry orgasm overtook him. I could feel the small rod jumping in my hand as he came and thrashed in the throes of pleasure. And then he fell back onto the bed and I gently held onto his cock as he came down from his cum. Owen looked up at me with wide eyes and smiled. I leaned down and kissed those enchanting lips and Owen, returning the kiss, wrapped his arms around my neck. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm, and I stroked his hair. "Seems like you enjoyed that, kiddo," I said, to which he again nodded quickly. "Well, maybe we can do some more on Friday. Sound good?" "Yeah, I'd like that," he replied. "And don't worry, I won't tell anybody." I leaned down and gave him another kiss and said, "OK. Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you tomorrow at practice." I tucked him and then went downstairs where Carol was sitting in the kitchen having a coffee. "Well, he's out for the night," I said. "He wanted to talk a bit but he drifted off right in the middle, so I just tucked him in. I hope that's OK." Carol said, "I think he really likes you. He's never asked to have anyone tuck him in before." "Well," I replied, "I like him too. He's a great kid." I picked up my keys and walked to the door. "I think he'll enjoy being part of the team. See you on Friday."