Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2019 01:00:56 +0100 From: noud smith Subject: My little swim buddy part 2 (young friends/gay) 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 I want to thank everyone who commented on part 1. Thanks guys, it are comments like that that make me continue. A BIG thanks to my proofreader. My english is not so bad after all. Now on with the story. Drumroll for part 2 ---- My little swim buddy Part 2 Back home I parked my bike in the garden shed, grabbed my bag and walked inside. Mom was cooking dinner and the smell of the food was so good. "Dinner in about 15 minutes." That would give me some time to run upstairs to my room and take care of important things. First I had to get my wet towel and jammer out of my bag. I remembered last week, when I forgot. Man, the small that came out of my bag. Mom was real mad. She had to throw away my towel and it took her a long time to get my jammer clean and smelling nice again. I quickly grabbed my towel and put it over a line in the bathroom. After that I turned my bag upside down to shake my jammer out. It dropped on the floor and next to it that tiny little red speedo from the kid in the changing room at the pool. That reminded me of the other thing I had to take care of. I quickly put my jammer next to my towel to dry and grabbed the speedos to take them to my room. Didn't want mom to find it and start asking questions about it. What happened at the pool needed to stay private. I still didn't fully understand what happened at the changing room. I stepped into my room en closed the door behind me. About ten minutes left till dinner so plenty of time for me to finish what had started in the changing room. I quickly threw the speedos under my bed, I'm sure mom wouldn't look over there, grabbed some tissues from my nightstand (still didn't know why mom put a box of tissues over there, but they sure came in handy) and yanked my shorts to my knees, followed by my boxers. My dick was hard as a rock and I started masturbating. Man that felt good! Just standing in the middle of my room being able to jerk off. I closed my eyes but this time no images of girls. All I could see was that small hand of that kid around my dick. Would he be able to make me come? My hand moved faster and in my imagination the kid worked my dick real fine. Within seconds I came. I felt my knees getting soft, shiffers all over my body as I shot my cum over my bed. Damn, usually I was able to catch it with a tissue but I came so hard I didn't manage. It took a little time to catch my breath again. Mom was calling me from downstairs; "Brian, dinner is ready!" I cleaned my dick with the tissues I had in my hand, quickly pulled my boxers and shorts up and cleaned, or tried to clean, my bed sheets. As far as I could remember I never came this hard. "It's getting cold!" Mom again. "Coming ma!" I got rid of the used tissues by throwing them in the bin on my way to my door. I quickly made it downstairs, almost loosing one of my flipflops, and found my parents sitting outside in the garden, waiting for me to start dinner. "How was training?" Mom was always interested. "Okay." I tried to sound as normal as possible. Training itself was fine after all. It was what happened after training I didn't want to share with my parents. We had a nice salad, patatoes, vegetables and a great steak for dinner. Mom knows how to cook. "Have some more salad, vitamins are good for fast swimming." I always hated that, treating me like a little kid. I'm 14! At that moment my phone beeped. I reached into my pocket to get my phone out. "No phone during dinner." Dad looked at me with a smile. Of course, we had a rule, no phones during dinner. But I still didn't understand why dad himself always broke that rule when he got called during dinner. He always said it was work and so it was okay. My phone had to wait till after dinner. I finished my dinner, had some nice ice cream for dessert and waited till dad and mom were finished. "Go on, I'll clean the table and do the dishes. You better finish your homework." Mom sent me on my way. Indeed time to finish some homework. I was halfway through my homework, some history on the delta works in the southern part of our small country, and was coloring a map I made when I realised there was something on my phone during dinner. I got my phone from the left pocket of my shorts and looked at it; a new follower on my insta. Since my instagram was set to private, (my parents insisted I'd set it up that way to keep perverts out), I quickly checked my new follower before granting access to my stream of pictures. Some guy named Liam. Not much details and his insta was set to private to. I allowed him to follow me and started following him to. Now to finish that homework, so I put the phone on my desk, just next to my homework. The phone buzzed and out of the corner of my eye I saw it was an instagram notification. Curious as I was I picked up the phone and checked my insta. A new direct message from that Liam dude. "Hey Brian, it's Liam from the swim team." Liam, who was Liam? I checked the insta stream from that new follower Liam. Photo of a garden, photo of the pool, photo of a car, photo of... It was that kid from the changing room. What was he doing at my insta? How did he find me? And why? I decided to send him a simple reply; "Hi" and put my phone away again. Almost finished with my homework. Only a few more details to the map I was drawing. The phone beeped again and again it was a direct message on instagram. "Lost my swimwear. You seen it?" Ah; Liam found out he forgot his speedos in the rush to get dressed when the coach walked in on us after training. The same speedo's that were hiding under my bed. I reached under my bed and got the speedo's out. Should I tell him I got them or just punish Liam a bit by telling him I didn't know where they were? "Got them here." I just couldn't lie to Liam. I think I was just too honest. "Cewl, coming over to get them." What? He was coming over to get them? Not really what I wanted to hear in response. "You know where I live?" And if he did; how did he know? "Sure" I had to stop him coming over. Didn't want to explain to my parents how I got to know this little kid. I'm 14 and don't want to be seen hanging out with much younger kids. "You can't come right now" I just had to tell him. I was the big boy here. I had to take charge. "Can you drop em at my place?" And he followed by sending his address. I was a little bit amazed. This was only two blocks away from where I lived and I had never seen this kid before. "Yeah, close to where I live" "Waiting on you" What? He was waiting on me? "You mean right now?" Did he really want me to bring his speedo's now? "Yeah, need to have them before mom comes home" Ah. Scared to tell his mom he lost his stuff. Now I had to find some excuse to get out. "Gonna run over to Mike to get some school project stuff done." I had put the little speedo in a bag, added some papers and walked over to the door, acting as normal as possible. It wouldn't be the first time I want over to Mike, a boy in my class, to do some homework together. "Okay, but be back in time." Mom was in the kitchen en didn't even take time to look at me. And so I got out the backdoor, went over to the shed and grabbed my bike. Only two blocks so I would be there in no time. Liam lived in a smaller house then mine. I parked my bike near his front door, locked it and when I turned around to ring the doorbell the door swung open. "Saw you coming" At least Liam was supporting the same soccer team as I did. He was wearing an Ajax soccer shirt, a bit to large for him; I couldn't even see if he was wearing the matching shorts. Not the matching socks; he was on his bare feet. Liam looked different from what he looked like in the changing room. He had long blond hair, long curls at the end. It must have been the wet hair he had after swimming that made him look different. Bright blue eyes, some freckles around his nose and a huge smile. "Did you bring it?" Sure, why else would I be there. I opened my bag and got the still damp speedo out. I handed it over to Liam who was real pleased. "Thanks man! Why don't you come in? Want a drink?" Since it wouldn't make any sense to my mom when I returned within five minutes, schoolwork sure would take longer then that, I accepted the invite. "Okay" I stepped into the house and Liam closed the door behind me. "You wanna see my room?" Liam didn't wait for my answer but walked straight to the stairs and went upstairs. I followed him, still not able to see if he was wearing shorts. His shirt was way to big. "So how old are you anyway?" I just wanted to make some chitchat. "Nine" So he was one of, if not the, youngest on the team. "Okay" Liam opened a door and stepped into what must be his bedroom. "You like it?" It was just a regular boys room. I think I had such a room when I was nine or ten. A bed against the wall, with cool Ajax sheets, something I didn't have. There was a small desk, I guess for doing his homework, with a laptop on it. Some shelves, one with books, one with toys and one with stuffed animals. On the other wall a closet, I guess for Liam's clothes and other stuff. On the walls also various posters. Most of soccer players and one huge poster with the current Ajax team on it. "Nice." Liam smiled. He was obviously proud of his room. Liam sat down on his bed and looked at me while I still looked around his room. It all resulted in a weird uncomfortable silence. Was Liam waiting for me? Was I supposed to say something? It all felt like that moment in the changing room again. "Never do that in the changing room again." Liam looked at me a bit puzzled. "Why not? You liked it didn't you?" If only he knew how much I liked it. "We almost got caught by the coach." "O, yeah, almost, but he didn't see us." Liam was right about that. Coach didn't see us, but that feeling of almost being caught. That was a feeling I never wanted to experience again. "Just don't do it in the changing room again." Liam smiled at me. "My mom is still at work." What was he saying? He wanted to jerk me again? "Want me to make you hard again?" My brains went into overdrive again. I did like what Liam did in the changing room but didn't that make me gay? But then again. No one would know, no coach that could walk in on us. "If that's what you want." I spoke the words without really thinking about it. "Nice, I knew you wanted to do it again." Liam looked real happy. What a smile! "Get over here and I will jerk you off again." I hesitated. I felt my dick growing in my shorts, this is the image I jerked with at home. But what if anyone knew? "Don't tell this to anyone. Never." Liam looked at me with his huge smile. "Of course not. I don't want to be called gay." Exactly the same reason I had in mind. I stepped forward and undid the button and zipper of my shorts. I needed to get them off, my dick needed some room to expand. I don't think I ever was this hard. Liam grabbed my pants and pulled them down. My boxers did nothing to hide my boner. "I see I don't have to make him hard again." Liam reached to my boxers with his hand and started stroking my boner. "I don't think I have ever seen such a big dick." "Let me show you" And with that I grabbed the elastic band of my boxers and yanked them down to my knees. My boner was free and pointed straight up, foreskin tight around the top of my dick, the piss slit was just showing a little bit. "You really want to do this?" I didn't have to ask. Liam reached out and grabbed my dick. This was just like I imagined earlier today. God this was so horny. The second time someone took hold of my dick. Liam slowly pulled my foreskin back, exposing the sensitive head of my dick. He slowly moved his little thumb over my piss slit. I could have exploded right there. "Ow man. Careful. I almost came" Liam looked me in the eyes. "Tell me when you are about to come." I fully understood. He didn't want my sperm all over his room. What would his mom say if she found the traces of what was happening now? Liam started to jerk me off. Slow at first but he quickly picked up the pace. With his other hand he started to massage my balls. "Man, you have got big balls." "uhmmm yeahhh" I was to far now to talk. I just let it happen. I placed my hands on Liam's shoulders. It would not take long now, as Liam worked my pole I felt that tickling feeling around my balls, my dick and my stomach. "I'm cummiiinnnggggggg!!" I don't think I ever came that hard. The first squirt ended up on Liams forehead, the second on his upper lip and the third straight in his wide open mouth. What? Was Liam catching my cum with his mouth? A forth and a fifth squirt, also straight into his mouth. "uhmmm. ..whaa whaaa what are you" a last squirt. "you doing?" I released my grip on Liam's shoulders, and while I caught my breath again I watched as Liam swallowed. "You taste nice." with his fingers he moved my cum from his forehead to his mouth and his tongue licked some from his upper lip. "Man, you swallowed it" I still tried to grasp what I just witnessed. "Yeah, that's what I wanted for now" for now? What was this kid up to? My dick was getting to its normal proportions again and I quickly pulled my boxers and shorts up again. I closed my zipper and button and still was not sure of what I just saw and heard. "I think I'd better get home now" Liam smiled again at me. "Did you like it?" "I have to think about this." Liam got up from his bed and walked along with me out of his bedroom. My head was full with emotions. "Thanks for bringing my swim stuff." Liam just jerked me off, he swallowed my cum and he was thanking me? "yeah, no problem." I walked straight to the front door. I had to get home and think some stuff over. "Will you pick me up for the next swim training?" It was on my way from home to the pool so I think it was a legit question. "I don't know." "See you at training" And with that Liam closed the door behind me. What had happened? I couldn't think straight on my way home. I was lucky there wasn't much traffic; I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings. I managed to park my bike safely in the garden shed. "Finished school work?" Mom was having a coffee in the garden. "Yeah Finished, but real tired now. I think I go to bed" Mom smiled at me. "Goodnight" ----- coming up in part 3: Can Liam behave after swim training? And why is he abusing instagram?