Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2019 00:06:26 +0100 From: noud smith Subject: My little swim buddy part 1 This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between underage boys. If this offends you, then please skip this story and read something else. English is not my native language so if there are typo's or other language issues I hope you can forgive me. Perhaps there is someone who is willing to proof-read and correct my english. If you like this story, then consider donating to Nifty. No, I'm not getting any money for mentioning this but I like to see Nifty continue to share good stories. Comments are welcome. You can contact me at noud.writes@gmail.com. Please note that flames and hates will be send to /dev/null ----- My little swim buddy Part 1 There was always enough to do after swim training. Lines had to be out of the water, training materials had to be stored in the store room and the benches on each side of the pool had to be checked for lost (or forgotten) items. I always volunteered for these tasks and the coach was happy I did. I knew what to do so he didn't have to supervise and could work on his after training administration. There was a reason I volunteered. During the summer I started to grow. You know, down there, and I didn't want to change with the rest of the kids in the big changing room anymore. Not that I was ashamed, it was more like; well I was a bit unsure. I was one of the oldest at 14 and I didn't know how the other kids would react if I changed in the same room at the same time with them. My thing was like, ehm, like huge. My jammer tried to hide it, but I noticed that some of the other boys sometimes stared at it when I was out of the water. I think that is what made me unsure, and made me volunteer. After all, after finishing my tasks and the hot shower, most, if not all, of the other boys were already finished dressing and had left the changing room so I had it all to myself. Ow, almost forgot. I'm Brian, just turned 14 and living with my parents and a dog in a regular home in a regular street in a regular town. I've got brown eyes, black hair (my mother always tells me i need a haircut but I like it just a little longer) and a bit to tall for my age. No baby fat anymore, lost that a long time ago, but some nice muscles from swim training. I was proud of my six pack and always tried to show it of to the girls at school whenever i had a chance. So you know by now I like swimming, but I also enjoy playing games on my ps4, chatting on-line with my friends (chatting; more like using facebook, youtube, snapchat, twitter and whatsapp all at the same time), watching movies and, how nerdy, reading books. I hate taking the dog out for a walk (esp. when it rains) and all the things I have to do at home (taking out the garbage, doing the dishes etc). Just a regular guy Tasks were finished so I hit the shower. I always brought some shampoo along so I could get all the pool water out of my hair. The hot shower felt so good after training. Washing my hair and rinsing off took some time and I waited until I could hear the changing room was empty. It sounds weird but you can hear it when the changing room is empty. When it is filled with boys after swim training, you can hear shouts, talk, and a lot of laughter. Now there was no sound anymore. All I could hear was the water from the shower and my own heartbeat. The locker room was empty; time for me to get dressed and go home for a good dinner. I was hungry; always after training. The changing room was empty; except for just one kid. He was still sitting there; towel wrapped around his shoulders, still wearing his red speedos. What was he still doing here? Why wasn't he changed into his regular clothes and on his way home? "Hey" I tried to ignore him when I walked over to my clothes which were still hanging there on a hook on the wall. I started to dry my arms. After the hot shower I started to feel cold very quick. From the corner of my eyes I saw the kid was looking at me. It was one of the younger swimmers. 10 or 11 years old, just started training a couple of weeks ago. "Shouldn't you get dressed to?" The silence made me feel uneasy and perhaps trying to start some sort of conversation would make the situation a bit better. I started drying my hair. Water drops from your hair always feel so cold on dry parts of your body. When I got my towel from my head I noticed the kid was standing next to me. "I can't get my speedos off..." He whispered. As if anybody could hear him. It was only him and me in the changing room. "What do you mean?" The kid didn't explain. All he did was grab the top of his speedo's to show me the little cord that ran around the entire top of his speedo's. "I just can't get the knob out" He whispered again. Was that because he was embarrassed? I know I would be when I had to ask someone else to help me get out of my clothes. "So?" Why was he bothering me with that? He just could get into his shorts, go home and ask his mom or dad to help him. That's what I would do. "Can you get it undone for me?" He looked at me with hopefull eyes. "Okay, I'll try" I stepped a bit closer to the boy and got one knee on the floor, he was smaller then me, and checked on the knob in the cord. To my surprise I got it untied within a few seconds. "There you go" I got up again and started to dry the rest of my body. "Thanks, now I can get those damn speedo's off" And without hesitation the boy pulled his speedo's down, had them dropped around his ankles and stepped out of them. Now he would walk back to the rest of his clothes and wouldn't bother me anymore. At least that is what I thought would happen. But he just stayed there next to me, naked, and even worse, touching and fondling his dick. I hesitated. What next? Should I just ignore him and get changed right in front of him? I decided to just send him away in a polite way. "Shouldn't you get dressed now?" I asked it without looking at him. "Yeah, and you too." He said it with some laughter in his voice. Only one thing to do; ignore him and get dressed. I wanted to get home and have dinner. So I quickly dried the rest of my body and shoved my jammers down over my hips. Damn, always hard to get them off, those jammers were so tight, just to get better streamline in the water. I continued pushing my jammers down. I eyed next to me to see if the kid was still there. He was, still playing with his dick. I had to do something. This wasn't funny anymore. Perhaps a blunt approach helped. "Like what you see?" I was sure that would scare him away. "I can't see it, show me." What? He really wanted to see me naked? See my dick? This is one sick kid. Why? Why would he want to see me? There was only one way to find that out and to scare him away so I turned around, facing him, and hanging my towel around my shoulders. "There, seen it en now get dressed." I really tried to sound a bit annoyed and angry. I was sure that would send him off. But to my surprise he didn't back of, the kid didn't turn around and went to his clothes to get dressed. Instead he just stared at my crotch with a big smile on his face. Even worse, I noticed he'd let go of his own little dick which was now pointing upward, hard as a rock. "You really got a big one." The kid whispered. "And already some hair." True. This summer it all started to change rapidly. Not only did my dick and balls have their own growth sprint, my body also decided to grow some hair around the base of my dick. "So?" Now when would that kid stop buggering me. "Does it get hard like mine?" I couldn't believe what I just heard. Was this little kid asking me if I ever got a hard on? "Or don't you know how to get it hard?" What was this kid thinking? Was he really thinking I would start jerking myself off in front of him? I needed to send him away. Now. "Let me do it for you." And before I could send him away he reached over and grabbed my dick. I didn't know what to do. I just froze. This was the first time someone else touched my dick. It was not only touched; it was squeezed, it was moved around. At 14 it didn't take much to make my dick hard. Seeing a nice girl at school, a hot girl in a movie, even the thought of jerking made my dick hard. Hard as a rock, and it didn't take long, just a few seconds, to make my dick react to the fondling by the kids hand. "See, it's getting hard. I know how to do this." The kid grinned at me. My dick got harder and harder. Should I just push him away? It was kinda weird. Never had I imagined that I liked being touched by another boy. I was into girls. Was I gay now? I really didn't know what to do. My brain kicked into overdrive. A part of my brain was telling me to push him away, get angry, hit him. But a bigger part was telling me this was a great feeling, something I didn't want to stop. "Wow, that's huge!" I watched the small hand around my hard dick. A hand the knew what it was doing since it pulled down my foreskin, exposing the sensitive head of my dick. "Have you done this before?" I whispered. Not that I wanted to but it just happened. The kid started to jack me off and I watched as he rubbed his own little hard dick with his other hand. He didn't answer my question but responded with another question. "Do you like this?" Now what to answer? Tell him I liked what he did? Ask him not to stop but continue? Feelings were rising and if he continued I knew it wouldn't take long before I would climax and squirt my cum all over the place. This feeling was great! The kid jerked me good now. I just had to close my eyes and let it happen. This felt like heaven. "Anyone still here?" Damn, coach was checking if everyone left. I opened my eyes in shock. What if he saw us now, like this, the kid jerking me off. "Shit" The kid let go of my dick and quickly made his way towards his own clothes. He grabbed his underwear and slipped them on quickly. All I could do was grab my towel and pull it around my waist. Just in time. The door of the changing room opened and the coach stepped in. "You boys still here? Pool is closing so get dressed quickly." Coach didn't look surprised, didn't ask questions, but just turned around, and left the room. Now that was a close call. The kid continued dressing himself and I quickly slipped my clothes on. "Bye Brian." and the kid left, leaving me alone. What had happened? My brains were working in overdrive. My dick was still hard, asking for attention but it had to wait till I got home. Did a boy really make me feel that good? Was I gay or was this normal? Something that happened to every boy my age? As I stepped into my flip flops I saw the red speedo still lying there on the ground next to my feet. He forgot them. I quickly grabbed them from the ground and put them next to my own jammers in my bag. I'll hand them to the kid next training. The kid. What was his name? How old is he? Why me? These questions kept going around in my head during my bike ride home. I was still hungry and there was something else I had to do later tonight. I had to jerk off. ---- coming up in part 2: Who is sending me DM's in instagram and what if he is home alone?