Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2022 19:30:22 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: Middle School Swim Team, Chapter 6 Title: Middle School Swim Team Installment: 6 Category: Gay, Athletics, Young Friends This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you like what you're reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know - I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my other series "Exploring at Camp Hardwood." As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at donate.nifty.org to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. Middle School Swim Team, Chapter 6 Throughout the entire ride home and dinner with his family, Sam could not get the mental image of his assistant coach Greg's smooth body and huge cock in the locker room showers. Despite having just blown an enormous, satisfying load alongside his teammates and assistant coach, his cock seemed to stay in a perpetual state of semi-arousal, tingling and dancing in his sweatpants every time his mind wandered or the fabric shifted. As a horny 13-year-old, he was used to the sensation of needing to ejaculate 2, 3, or even 4 times a day, but this was different. It was as if he hadn't cum in weeks, even though he had climaxed only an hour before. The visual of his teammate Zach on his knees slobbering all over Greg's 20-year-old porn-star dick was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed in real life, and his body wouldn't let him forget it so quickly. Sam retreated up to his room and opened his math textbook to begin his problem set, but even complex algebra problems couldn't chase his semi away. He slid a hand under the waistband of his sweats and boxers and could feel the lingering dampness of that evening's shower in his sparse, dirty blond pubes. His fingertips traveled lower and he could feel the tip of his cock poking out from under his foreskin, already slick with precum. He looked down at his lap and the fabric bulge of his growing boner twitched once, then twice, teasing him. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus if he didn't take care of business soon. He slowly lowered his pants and boxers, wiggling them under his butt without leaving his chair. His upward-curving cock tensed against his waistband until he lowered it far enough that it popped out, slapping against his stomach with a *thwack*. His pants around his knees, he moved his textbook to the side and opened his laptop, opening up an incognito window to peruse some of his favorite websites. His right hand hovered over the cursor as his right slowly lowered his foreskin below his cockhead, relieving some of the growing pressure. He thought about typing in the URLs of his favorite sites, or even pulling up a bookmarked video from his hidden folder, but he didn't type anything. Instead, his eyes drifted over to his bed, where his swim bag sat unzipped- much to his mother's chagrin, he never seemed to remember to put his wet laundry in the basement in a timely manner. He pulled out the damp towel and crumpled speedo from that day's practice. He pulled out the swimsuit and held it up to his nose, inhaling the mix of sweat and chlorine that every swimmer knows all too well. Next, he sniffed the towel, which contained the same smells along with the telltale whiff of cum from toweling off moments after he'd climaxed with Kevin, Zach, and Greg. His cock was achingly hard as the scents brought him back earlier that afternoon, and his mind again filled with the visuals of what he'd just witnessed. Without viewing a single frame of porn, he began to stroke his cock, thinking about his teammates and coach as he pulled his loose skin up and down his growing, curved shaft. He remembered the feeling of Kevin's big, brown cock in his mouth and wondered what it would feel like to have an even bigger member, like Derek's or Greg's, pounding the back of his throat. He wondered if Zach's plump but tight ass could open up and receive Greg's 8.5 inch monstrosity. His mind even drifted to Coach Stern, whose tight-fitting pants made it clear he was a fit, strong man with a big, muscled ass of his own, and wondered if he had a big cock like his assistant... Or maybe if he had played with his assistant's after practice... Or maybe if he had bent over in the coach's office, his furry blond ass exposed, and taken a pounding from Greg's cock... "What are you doing??" A voice from behind him startled him out of his fantasy. Sam wheeled around in a moment of panic to find his younger brother Josh standing in the open doorway. The blond 10-year-old's eyes were wide as he stared at his brother's hard, glistening cock sticking angrily upward in his lap. "Close the door!!" Sam barked, scrambling to pull his pants back on. He got a hand around his waistband and yanked, getting them mostly up, but the last inch or so of his hard cock was still visible. Josh slowly stepped into the room and closed the door. He didn't look scared, angry, or even happy at the opportunity to taunt his brother: he merely looked curiously at the pink flesh poking out of his brother's sweats. He took another step toward Sam and repeated his question. "What... were you doing?" Sam sighed, his heart rate slowing back down to normal after being startled so badly. "I was... well, I was making myself feel good," he said, not sure how much information about jerking off had made it to the 5th grade crew. "Do you know what jerking off is?" Josh shook his head. "One time Brandon said his brother showed him jerking off, but I didn't really understand what he meant," he said, sounding confused. "It's something to do with sex, right?" Sam patted the bed next to him, indicating that Josh should sit. "Yes... and no. Dad's told you about the birds and the bees, right?" Sam nodded. "Well, this is a way you can make your body produce the stuff that makes a baby, but you do it on your own. It's something boys and men do to make themselves feel good, but it doesn't really have anything to do with sex. At least with another person." Josh furrowed his brow. "I still don't understand..." he said slowly. Sam figured he should start from the beginning. "So, you know when your wiener gets hard? Like when you have to pee or first thing in the morning? It gets all stiff and big." Josh nodded. "Well, when you're a little older and you start to grow hair, you can rub your wiener when it's hard up and down and it feels good. Eventually, you'll get to the point where if you do it long enough, it feels like you have to pee but you shoot white sticky stuff called sperm instead." Josh nodded along, seeming to understand a bit better. "Can you show me?" he asked. Sam hesitated, but his cock was still hard and straining against his pants. "Sure, I guess. But only if you promise not to tell mom and dad." Josh smiled eagerly. "I swear. Just us boys." Slowly, Sam lowered his pants back down. His 5.5 inch cock sprang back up, just as hard as when he'd started. He was hard enough that his foreskin retracted behind his cockhead, but with a swift, gentle move he rolled it forward and back again to get some of the precum glistening at the tip of his penis lubricating the rest of it. With one fist, he began to stroke his cock up and down in slow, rhythmic motions, and Josh watched, transfixed. After about a minute, Josh reached into his own pants and fumbled around. Then he lowered his sweatpants to his ankles, exposing a small but defined tent in his tighty-whiteys. Finally, he lowered his briefs to his ankles as well, and out popped his smooth, preteen cock, smaller than Sam's but just as hard. It was skinny and smooth, with tight, shriveled balls and not a hair in sight. Josh's foreskin didn't retract from his head when hard, which Sam remembered was the case for him as well before puberty. All things considered, it wasn't even that small for his age and development - it looked to be close to 4 inches. There were definitely guys on the middle school swim team who weren't much better. Gingerly, Josh took ahold of his own cock with two fingers and began to stroke in time with his brother. After a few moments, he sped up the pace. "Wow, this does feel good..." He breathed softly. Sam nodded and smiled. It felt good to be showing his brother one of the fundamental joys of every man's life. The two boys sat in silence, the only sound being their skin slapping as they stroked. Josh paused, and looked over at his brother. "Yours is so much bigger than mine," he said enviously. "Will I grow to that size when I'm your age?" Sam nodded. "Probably, yeah. If not, maybe even bigger." Josh reached a hand out hesitantly. With one finger, he gingerly touched the sticky precum on the tip of his brother's dick, pulling it away slowly in a thin clear string. Then he lowered his hand and wrapped it around his brother's shaft, feeling the weight and girth of an older boy's cock for the first time. He moved his hand up and down slowly, then faster, marveling at the length of the shaft and the increased motion that Sam's foreskin allowed. "It..." Sam shuddered with pleasure. "...it feels even better when someone else does it," he managed to get out. "See?" He reached over and covered Josh's stiff cock with his fist. He could feel it pulsing with excitement with his hand. After a few dry strokes, he paused, licked his palm, then returned to his brother's cock using his own saliva for lube. It wasn't long before both brothers were approaching climax. "So... when you're my age... and you finish... stuff comes out..." Sam gasped between grunts. He let go of his brother's shaft as waves of pleasure took over his body. Josh leaned forward, closely watching the tip of Sam's urethra as his cock began to dance and twitch. In a split second, Sam realized he was directly in the 'splash zone,' but it was too late - he was already beginning to erupt, and the first shot of cum Josh had ever seen hit him right in the face. The second dribbled down his chin, and then the rest flowed down Sam's cockhead onto Josh's hand, a significant load considering it was his second of the day. "Wow..." Josh whispered. "That was so cool." He didn't seem to mind that white, sticky semen was now running down his cheek. "Let me do you now," Sam said, reaching over. "You probably won't be able to shoot, but you'll feel something really good." He grabbed Josh's cock and pumped it steadily, until the younger boy was also shivering with pleasure. Sam felt the telltale stiffening in his hand as his brother experienced his first dry orgasm, his head tiling back as the sensation flowed through his body. After a few more strokes, Sam let go, and Josh collapsed back on the bed, spent. "Here, use this towel for your face," Sam said, tossing his swim towel over to his brother. Josh wiped himself off, grinning. "That was awesome!" he said. "Can we do that again sometime?" Sam chuckled. "Definitely, dude," he replied. "Any time you want. Now get out of here; I gotta finish my homework." [end of chapter 6]