Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2020 13:05:20 +0000
From: Krypton12345
Subject: Swim Team Buddies Part 3

Swim Team Buddies Part 3


Mark and I kept using swim practice as a way to be together for months.
We had both turned 13 and our hormones were raging out of control all the
time. The fact we got to see each other nearly naked five days a week
didn't help our situation.


At one practice, Mark asked if I wanted to spend the night. The ideas
that ran through my head when he suggested that were intense. And I
suspect Mark had similar thoughts. I agreed and we both got permission
and scheduled it for the following Friday night, right after practice.


When Friday arrived, I couldn't concentrate at practice thinking about
all the fun I would be having with Mark. When practice was over we
didn't even bother changing, we just both pulled our pants on over our
speedos and pedaled to Mark's house. Being 13, I wasn't surprised when
I arrived at Mark's house and learned that his parents were going to be
out for most of the evening.


Mark showed me his room and then the bathroom and said I could take a
shower and get the chlorine off my body if I wanted.  Wasting no time, I
suggested he take a shower with me. Mark liked the idea, but I suspected
he was hoping I would say that.  We both stripped off our clothes and
left everything in a heap on the bathroom floor.


The shower wasn't very large, so we had to stand pretty close to each
other. At first we stood face to face. Mark grabbed a sponge and poured
body wash all over it then used it to scrub my chest and shoulders.  As
he made his way up to my neck he just stopped and closed his eyes and
gave me a kiss. Pretty soon we were locked in each other's arms making
out. The soapy sponge had fallen to the bottom of the tub as our wet
soapy bodies wrestled against one another.


After a few minutes we were both getting hot--in more than one way--and
mark suggested we dry off. He had a game he wanted to teach me.


We finished off in the bathroom and mark grabbed our clothes and said he
would throw them in the wash. We both put on boxer briefs but didn't put
on our shirts.


We met up in the kitchen where Mark offered me a coke. As we sat at the
kitchen table drinking our cokes, our feet started playing under the
table. His feet felt cold as they touched mine. When he started rubbing
my ankles I popped a boner. Then Mark told me about this game that an
older neighbor boy had taught him.


He said the game goes like this. We both strip and sit facing each other.
Then we take turns pointing out and touching a part of each other's
body, like feet, or mouth or knee. The first person to pop a boner loses
and has to do whatever the winner says. I agreed, but tried not to sound
to eager.


We finished off our cokes and went downstairs to the basement. It was
finished off, carpeted and had a nice entertainment center set up. Mark
and I stripped and sat in the middle of the floor, both cross legged.
Mark said I could go first. I chose his right knee and reached out to
touch it. I admit I felt a bit of an electric shock as our skin met and
we both sort of shuddered. His skin was so soft.


Mark chose my mouth and reached out his index finger and placed it on my
lips. Another shudder and something I would call tingles came over me. I
chose Mark's left ear next and when I reached out to touch it I used my
thumb and index finger to gently rub it. Neither of us had boned up but I
could tell we were both trying really hard not to.


Mark then chose my chest and placed the palm of his hand right on top of
my breast area. That did it. Without warning I boned up within seconds.
Sitting there cross legged my cock was jutting straight up. Mark saw it
and declared that he won.  With no other choice, I conceded defeat and
said I would do whatever he wanted. Secretly I was happy to do just about
anything so long as it involved us both being naked.


Mark told me to lay flat on my back on the floor perpendicular to the
sofa with my head near the sofa. He then produced a roll of duct tape and
told me to hold my hands out in front of me. Then he wrapped my wrists
several times. When he was done, all I could do is rest my bound hands on
my chest. I'm sure I was a sight, laying there naked with my hands bound
and my cock still rock hard pointing straight up.


Mark then took a seat on the sofa with his feet on each side of my head.
He said because he won I was going to be his foot slave. Not too bad, I
thought, given how hot I thought his feet were.  Then, Mark put his left
foot on my face, his heel on my forehead and his toes on my chin. He just
left it there for a few moments, occasionally wriggling it around.


Next he added his right foot and used his feet to cup my whole face and
squish it around. He ordered me to open my mouth, which at first I
refused. When I could tell he wasn't going to stop until I complied, I
opened my mouth. Mark quickly shoved his toes in my open mouth and then
demanded that I suck on them, which I did. They were soft and there was a
little salty taste, but not unpleasant.


Mark kept using his feet to play with my head, my face, my mouth and even
my ears for several minutes. He also kept telling me to lick his soles
from the heel to his toes. When I could tell his feet were completely wet
he stopped, and used scissors to cut the tape away from my hands. He
asked me what I thought of he game and I told him I thought it was fun
and couldn't wait to pay again.